Yang Chuxia silently nodded. It’s such a pity to have all this vast woodland, it is only useful for gathering some pine needles for kindling in the fall, or perhaps gathering some pine nuts.
"Brother, do our family ever forage for wild vegetables? Where do they usually do that?" Yang Chuxia asked with a frown.
She really didn’t want to eat stir-fried cucumbers or vegetables with just water anymore. It was bad enough without any oil, but even salt was scarce, making the dishes taste astringently bitter. Coupled with the corn porridge, it was so awful that she felt like banging her head against the wall. That corn porridge might be fragrant, but eating it every day was unbearable.
She had wanted to collect some wild vegetables while they were out, but who could have known that throughout their walk, there was nothing but weeds to be found on the field ridges.
She then pinned her hopes on the mountains, but found the situation to be the same.
She thought it might be because she was looking for wild vegetables in the wrong place. However, it turned out she was wrong to think so.
Yang Qingrui shook his head, "Sis, there are no wild vegetables left now. They’ve all been picked clean by others, as some families in the village rely on them to eat before their own vegetables grow. All the wild vegetables nearby have been almost entirely dug up by them."
Yang Chuxia was rendered speechless!
What happened to the glorious life of a female protagonist after transmigration? What about the lush wild vegetables and the plump wild boars? It seems that all those stories about surviving and thriving after transmigration are unreliable. She didn’t even come across wild vegetables or wild game, let alone sell them to get rich.
As for foraging, she could hardly find any wild plants, let alone wild vegetables. As for hunting wild animals, she hadn’t even seen a hair of them by now. Oh, wait, she had seen the hair of those animals if you counted quails as wild game alongside wild boars and deer.
She looked at the Yang Family’s land, not including the part that Dachuan was clearing. Altogether, they seemed to have eight or nine acres, of which more than half was dry land. She calculated that if they were to divide the land, their third branch of the family might get about three to four acres.
Supposing they got three acres. With the low crop yield at that time, three acres were hardly enough to feed six people. How could she improve their living conditions with so little land? How many years would it take to get rich by farming that little land?
It seems that she needs to consider other ideas.
"Brother, when is the next market day in our town?" Maybe she could go to the market to get some inspiration to earn more resources.
Yang Qingrui looked at his sister in bewilderment.
"Sis, you forgot? Tomorrow is the Sea God Festival, there’s always a market in town during the festival." Qingrui muttered to himself, wondering if his sister’s memory was really affected by their grandmother’s beating. She didn’t know anything about the mountains, the wild vegetables, and now she even forgot about the Sea God Festival.
"Tomorrow is the Sea God Festival?"
Yang Chuxia’s eyes widened. How could she forget about that? She was nearly a sacrificial offering in that festival, that’s a reason for her to definitely go and see what was going on.
"Alright, we’ll go to the town tomorrow."
"Sis, don’t bother, Granny won’t let us go." Although Yang Qingrui said so, there was a strong desire in his eyes to go.
"No worries, if I say we can go, then we can. Besides, I guess Granny and the others will also go tomorrow. If they can go, why can’t we?"
"Mmhmm, I’ll listen to Sis."
Yang Qingrui nodded vigorously like a little chicken pecking at rice, looking adorable. Yang Chuxia couldn’t resist reaching out to pinch his cheeks.