You can make two in an hour, and if you don't have many in a day, you can get two hours, and then there are eight, and even if this one is five cents, you can have forty a day.

The dried mushrooms she has been making for more than half a month are only a few tens of yuan, which is not as good as the work of others for two hours.

Of course, this has to be sold.

This kind of weaving craft is known to many rural people, and most of them cannot be sold in the village, and even if they do, only a few people will buy it, so they can only sell it in the town.

After getting what she wanted, Mu Li took out the money and took out twenty-five yuan and handed it to the third aunt.

Twenty-five coins were taken out so happily, which surprised Miao Shi, and asked where the money came from.

The situation of the uncle's family is known to the whole village, and he is so poor that he doesn't even have a penny, how can he come up with a huge amount of 25 yuan at once.

Mu Li only said that she had been looking for wild mushrooms for more than half a month, and after drying them, she went to the town to sell them for money.

"You take this money, you keep the money that you have worked hard for more than half a month, although the third aunt doesn't have much money, but it's just a few baskets, it's nothing ......"

After listening to Mu Li's words, Miao Shi felt even more sorry for this niece, no wonder she looked thinner than before, it turned out that she went to the mountains to find wild mushrooms.

It's pitiful, it's just so big and thin, and you have to make money for your family all day long.

Miao Shi watched the change in her eyes, Mu Li naturally knew what she was thinking, and her heart was warm.

Although Sun also loves her very much, Sun hides more of her thoughts in his heart, and has never had such a distressed look full of maternal love for her.

Mu Li didn't like to take advantage of people who were good to her, and after several shirks, Mu Li had no choice but to say that if she didn't accept the money, she wouldn't want it, Miao Shi accepted the money, but she only accepted fifteen wen.

Fifteen wen is three wen money a basket, even if it is not a loss or a profit, this basket was originally to go to the mountain to cut the wicker thatch or bamboo back to weave it by itself, there is no cost, even if it is a labor cost.

On the way back, when I passed by Huaihua's house, I heard the coughing sound of Aunt Osmanthus inside and the sound of Huaihua sobbing softly.

Since the last time Mu Feng was beaten, Mu Li has been focused on making money, and she has not looked for Huaihua, and Huaihua has only come to her once.

Hearing her crying at this time, Mu Li wondered, what happened, Huaihua is not a crying girl.

"Sophora ......," Mu Li called softly.

After screaming a few times, Huaihua opened the door of the house, saw Mu Li outside the yard, and walked over to open the fence door.

"Xiaoli is you, why are you free?" Huaihua said to her, her eyes were red, and there were tears on her long eyelashes.

"I heard you crying at the door of your house, so I came over to take a look, what's wrong with you? What's going on at home? Mu Li asked.

"Nothing." Huaihua shook her head, but the sadness in her eyes couldn't be stopped, and the despair overflowing from the sadness surprised Mu Li.

Where is the look that a twelve-year-old girl should have?

This is clearly the will of death that only people who have been cornered will show.

What the hell had happened to make her look so good?

"What the hell is wrong with you, do you still think I'm your good sister? Something happened and you didn't tell me? Our two families are separated by one road, do you still need to hide your family's affairs from me? Mu Li said.

"Xiaoli, be quiet, don't let my mother and my grandmother hear it." Huaihua grabbed her and said anxiously to her.

"Then you still don't tell me, do you want me to ask Aunt Osmanthus?" Mu Li said.