My Koi Sister is Three and a Half Years Old

Juren Village was in mourning.

Not only do they have no firewood and no cotton-padded clothes, they also have to deal with refugees entering the village all the time.

It's only been a month since winter, and already two groups of people have sneaked into Juren Village.

Even now, there are often refugees wandering outside Juren Village.

"It would be great if I could live in Wangjia Village..." A child said with envy while hiding in the crowd.

Seeing everyone watching, he was so frightened that he waved his hands hurriedly: "I just envy them that they can go to the theater, warm themselves by the fire and skate. They can sleep peacefully every day until dawn."

"I heard that the refugees who joined their village before are now given cotton-padded clothes. They only need to go on duty in the escort team to get them..."

The little guy blinked his eyes and lowered his head.

Damn, don't blame him for rebelling.

It’s just that the little ancestor gave too much.

All the friends in Juren Village fell into the arms of their little ancestor.

She can be the village chief at such a young age, why should she be the boss? They also want to bring their whole family to worship her. It would be best to join Wangjia Village!

"No! Our ancestors have had great achievements!" Zheng Shusheng gritted his teeth with disdain on his face.

"My family has a family member, and even the village is named after my family member. How can we be like those spineless people in Linshui Village and merge into Wangjia Village? That is betraying our ancestors, that is betraying our ancestors!"

"Besides, the head of Wangjia Village is only four years old. How old is she? I can't leave that person behind." Zheng Shu was so angry that he almost jumped up.

"You're cold and hungry. Do you want to go down and reunite with your ancestors after freezing to death? What's the point of changing the village? My ancestors will only beat you if you are the last to win. Haha, you didn't even pass the exam, which is an embarrassment to our ancestors. Our ancestors deserve it even more. Beat you to death..."

Upon hearing this, Shusheng Zheng rushed over and the little boy slipped into the crowd.

He made a face and ran away.

Everyone could not see anything wrong with this fight, but in their hearts they already had a bias.

Village Chief Liu opened his mouth, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something and he couldn't say a word.

What face does he have to stop it?

It's all because of his incompetence and inability as the village chief, and he can't even save the village.

"Let's discuss this matter. Nowadays, Wangjiacun is prosperous and there are more and more young adults. Their thoughts are not as dark as Lijiatun. If we can join them, it may be a way out." The two villages are separated by a mountain, standing From their watchtower, you can actually see Juren Village.

It’s a lie that they don’t envy Wangjiacun in their hearts.

The other party sings and dances every day, and is patrolled every day. Even the refugees know that Wangjia Village is a tough spot.

Not daring to get close enough to offend him.

At this time, Wangjiacun has gained weight in this cold winter day.

"Hey, half a year ago I was as skinny as a skeleton. Now I can't even wear these clothes."

"Fortunately, we have joined Wangjia Village. Now other villages outside want to marry in. Unfortunately, the unity of Wangjia Village has been very tight recently." This is a former villager of Linshui Village.

"With the blessing of Bodhisattva, we found such a good place." This is the group of refugees who followed Xu Ziyi at the entrance of the village.

The threshing floor is now the activity base of the whole village. Just as he was talking, someone came to report from the entrance of the village.

"Someone is coming from Lijiatun."

Everyone was shocked and went back to steal the guy.

After picking it up, I found that the other person was staying at the entrance of the village and did not dare to take a step into the entrance of the village.

Standing at the place where Li Taihong was burned by fire from heaven.

The people in Lijiatun were also armed, and it seemed obvious that they were tall and large, so they had no shortage of food.

But the clothes on my body were extremely thin. During the three years of drought, no one expected that there would be a sudden snowstorm.

They looked at Wangjiacun with some fear.

I always feel that Wangjia Village is very evil.

Black Wind Village is here.

The locusts also died here.

Their village chief, who was in his prime, also died here.

Everyone in Wangjia Village gathered around Yan Suisui and stood in the center. Suisui's face was as big as a slap, and her brows were slightly furrowed. "What are you doing here?"

Lijiatun pushed a man out: "We are here to exchange cotton-padded clothes at the current market price."

Suisui curled her lips: "Last time, five kilograms of brown rice was exchanged for a cotton-padded coat, and ten kilograms of brown rice was exchanged for a quilt."

"But that was the last price. A heavy snowstorm is about to close the mountains, and the barbarians are about to invade. Now I need eight pounds of brown rice for a cotton-padded coat, and fifteen pounds of brown rice for a quilt." The little girl shouted loudly.

The other party's expression changed drastically, and he just hated him for sitting on the ground and raising his price.

"That's too cruel. You only bought three kilograms of brown rice for a cotton coat!" the other party angrily reprimanded.

"Today is different from the past." Yan Chuan stood behind Suisui and said calmly.

Everyone in Lijiatun swallowed hard.

"Are you serious? The blizzard has obviously stopped. Will there really be a blizzard that closes the mountain?" Everyone in Lijiatun looked ugly, but the man at the head still asked.

"If I'm wrong, I won't charge you a penny and give it away for free. Different times and different prices will only get more expensive in the future. When a quilt can save a life, it will be a sky-high price." Suisui raised her hand. wave.

Seeing her speaking nonsense, some people in Wangjia Village frowned, but they did not dare to refute their village chief in public.

"Let's discuss it for a moment." Everyone in Lijiatun gathered around. They didn't know what they discussed, but their faces were extremely ugly, and they looked at Wangjiacun in a vague way.

The current spirit of Wangjiacun is becoming more and more frightening the more you look at it.

"Let's change."

Everyone in Lijiatun looked grim. Too many people had frozen to death in their village. If they didn't save their lives, they might not even be able to defend themselves.

At that time, Lijiatun will face a disaster.

"It's time to cut leeks. Bring all the quilts and coats you don't need at home." Suisui waved her hand and handed the matter directly to her eldest brother Yanchuan.

Everyone's eyes were filled with joy. The little guy encouraged the village chief to buy all the cotton. Unexpectedly, in just over three months, the profit tripled!

"Old village chief, you have been working for more than thirty years and you still don't have the skills." Everyone joked about Wang Youcai while going back to get things.

Wang Youcai was so angry that he blew his beard and stared.

"Your village is big, so you should need gloves and gaiters for daily protection, right? The ones used at the border are made of real materials. If you are willing, one pound of grain can be exchanged for a set of gaiters and a pair of gloves." Yan Chuan said, holding a pen and paper.

The other party gritted his teeth and exchanged five hundred sets.

Yan Chuan beamed, he got this for free at first, but later he got five hundred kilograms of food for nothing.

Everyone in Wangjia Village moved very quickly. They turned around and collected 300 quilts and 800 cotton-padded clothes.

At the beginning of the grain exchange, one-third of the food was produced in the village, and now the village also has stock.

Suisui made it up directly. Of course she was illiterate and couldn't do it. Her brother made it up for her.

"Five hundred quilts and one thousand two hundred cotton coats." There are still some left in Wangjia Village, but Yanchuan will not raise Lijiatun and bring danger to his own village.

"Not enough cotton-padded clothes..." The other party was a little dissatisfied.

The quilts can be used by the whole family if they are squeezed together, or by stacking all the previous quilts on top of each other to make two beds.

But there are about 3,000 people in Lijiatun, and cotton-padded clothes cannot be squeezed in.

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