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There was still a bit of time before Wu Ya finished picking the boughs and started to make the Qin type basket. This time, regardless of whether it was selling fresh or dried agaric, the first thing he had to do was to pick them, thinking of Wu Ya, who unconsciously relaxed the diameter of the basket a little. This time, he had to make the basket a little bigger, and make it deeper.

That Manager Wu and that Master Zhang were not people that could not be understood, Wu Ya was sure that if he were to go to the town to discuss it in three days, they would definitely want to do it on their own.

However, this slight taste was truly lacking a little bit. After savoring the aftertaste, Wu Ya, who had experienced the sweet taste in his previous life as if it was his life, became a bit hungry. He wished that he could make two slices of toast and spread them on the sweet jam for a meal.

The old man in Wu Ya Village had talked about how the sun this year was much more sinister than usual, with very little rain. Even the river that flowed through the village was lighter than before.

It was probably because of this reason that the creek was so slender, allowing Wu Ya to pick up the advantage. Otherwise, even though the low level area of the West Mountain was huge, it would be hard to find such a good sunning ground.

After picking the Black Wood Ear and placing it neatly on the stone beach, he was sure that there was no wind in this place, so he didn't have to worry about the wooden ear being blown into the mountain stream.

There were many things that had happened today, and he couldn't afford to be lazy.

It wasn't that Wuya was too cautious, it was just that he needed to dry his wooden ears well. He needed to dry them for at least two days, and he also had a lot of things to do in the next few days, so he couldn't always come to this place to check.

After carefully wrapping the remaining sugar in two or three layers with the leaves and putting them together with his food, Wu Ya then started to dig.

Although Wu Ya was extremely confident in the jam he made, it was still an estimate. As for whether or not he could sell it in the Clear Water Town, it was still up for inspection, and if he could find a good way out tomorrow after going to town, then he could make the next jar.

This tunnel was dug down for two days, and now, Wu Ya was as comfortable as he was on the first day. Thinking about his previous experience, he even wrapped two pieces of cloth around his hands, making it even more difficult for him to use his strength, not worrying that the bamboo stick would grind his hands.

Wu Ya also took the leftover wine jar and filled it with a jar full of stream water. He was afraid that the soil that had been soaked in the sun all year round would be too hard to dig out, so if he really couldn't dig it out, he himself could also pour the remaining water into the stream and mix it with water. Although it was a little dirty, it was still a lot easier to dig out.

However, looking at the jar of water in front of them, although Wu Ya's strength did not diminish, his mind was elsewhere.

Just now, when he went to fill this jar with water from a mountain stream, he remembered that this jar was just used to marinate wild grapes. There must still be a small amount of jam and sucrose left in it.

Wuya looked at the altar for a moment, and then couldn't help but pour some water into it. He shook it twice, and soaked all the jam made from the fruit syrup, and drank it all. He felt a sweet and sour taste in his mouth, and although it wasn't strong, Wuya was still very happy.

However, there was really a bit less sugar water, so Wuya drank a few mouthfuls before he was empty.

Looking at the empty jar, Wuya clearly knew that it would be boring to fill it again, but even so, he couldn't help but drink the water from the stream twice more.

He used the same trick to wander around and drink until he couldn't taste anything.

In the end, Wuya let out a self-deprecating sigh. These days, he really became more and more muddle-headed. He was already such a big person, yet he actually wanted to eat to this extent.

When he thought about how he had to go to the supermarket every week in his previous life and move a lot of snacks home, he had often forgotten about it after hiding it for so long. It was such a luxury that he had to throw it away when he packed up.

But now that he looked at himself, this truly was a cycle of karma.

Regardless of his previous life or this life, Wu Ya had already given up after knowing that he could not return.

If one did not have the courage to think about it, then even if one was crying, they would still be able to knock down their teeth and swallow the blood. If one bit on it, it would be fine to stay alive.

Thinking this, Wuya gave a self-deprecating smile, as his underlings worked even harder.

It wasn't until nightfall that Wu Ya finally stopped his work, went to the stream to wash his hands, set fire to the fire again and started to make himself alimentary diet s to eat.

After working busily for the entire day, they went back and forth to the town to sell stuff. There were people making jams and digging holes, and they all took a lot of effort, and Wu Ya had only grilled a total of two corn to fill his stomach. Qin family's Tian Hu, this kind of corn was also very small, until now, Wu Ya's front was already hungry to the point of sticking to his back.

However, he didn't bring much with him today. He could eat very little. After thinking for a while, he merely took out the remaining corn bread from the day before, put two on the fire and washed himself a small half bunch of grapes.

Although there was no salt and it was so light that there was no taste, Wu Ya could only accept it now. Wu Ya clearly knew that narcissism was completely useless; he only wanted to wait until he made money and then corruption would be the real thing.

That night, Wu Ya stored the remaining eighteen gold coins into a cloth bag and slept soundly. But even so, Wuya didn't feel the need to comfort her.

Wu Ya seemed to have dreamt of his past life. She wasn't Qin Wuya, she was Qin Xiao Wu.

Qin Xiaowu dreamed that when she was young, she would go to her hometown with her parents, climb trees and catch birds with local children, and even fight with boys older than her.

He could not beat them, and even if he was in pain, he didn't cry. Instead, he found the firecrackers and threw them into the latrine when the person went to the toilet. The firecrackers exploded until the person was covered in sh * t and piss.

Later on, she grew up and looked more and more like a normal girl. Because she was from the south, she looked quite petite and delicate.

However, even though she looked like a soft girl, she was still a true man in her heart. Later on, Qin Xiaowu went to college, but for the past four years, she only played around with her classmates and girlfriends, carefree and carefree. She would be a silly second sister who was laughed at by others without a care in the world.

In an instant, the dream changed again. Qin Xiaowu dreamt that after she had transmigrated, she had become the current Qin Wuya.

Wang Dahua and Old Man Qin had conspired to tie her up and send her to Liu Qingshan's home.

After that, Qin Wuya made some jam and sold it to a rich family, bought a lot of money, and bought a lot of Black Wood Ear, which spread all over the mountains and plains. Even after it was dried up, it still could not fit inside, so Wu Ya kept picking it day and night, drying it, and shipped it to the town time and time again.

One or two … 2 taels... 5 taels... 10 taels …

A bright silver light filled his eyes, flashing until Wu Ya felt dizzy and almost drooling …

But for some reason, the image suddenly darkened, all of Wu Ya's silver disappeared, as if he was on fire, turned into a gust of wind, and disappeared in one night. Wu Ya anxiously searched everywhere, chasing after them, but could not find anything, and could only hear Wang Dahua and Old Man Qin's mocking laughter beside his ears.

They were like wolves, their eyes filled with frightening malice. Wuya wanted to escape, but he couldn't. They tied up Wuya and sent him to Old Man Yu's house, where his wife had died long ago.

On the night of the wedding night, that old man Yu, who was a few years older than Old Man Qin and had a vulgar smile on his face, was pouncing towards him …

Wuya wanted to escape, but he couldn't move his body no matter how hard he tried.

Wu Ya paled in panic, his eyes filled with grief and fear. He wanted to cry, but he couldn't. He wanted to cry, but he couldn't, he only felt as if something was squeezing his throat.

It was old man Yu's withered hand that had grabbed his throat. Wu Ya heard the old man's impudent and shrill laughter. His hands were like evil spirits rushing for their lives. At this moment, he looked like he was going to strangle Wu Ya to death.

Wu Ya was scared to death. She desperately used both of her hands to pull at the thing at her neck. She thought she would find a pair of shriveled and cracked hands, but didn't expect that to be the case.

What is this!?

In a daze, Qin Wuya suddenly realized something and fiercely opened her eyes...