In years of famine and drought, their village even rejected fatty meat.

Chapter 95 Wu Han's Doubts

As the sun rose and a ray of light appeared on the horizon, Wu Han woke up, greeted his wife Zhang Ya, and then opened the front door of his house.

As soon as the door opened, Wu Han saw the three Zhang brothers and a dozen or so strong young men waiting outside.

As Wu Han made more and more money traveling to Chenjia Village, his caravan expanded considerably, and he hired a dozen or so guards to protect him from danger outside the city.

"Is everyone here?"

Wu Han looked at the crowd outside the door, welcomed them into the house, and then said, "There are quite a lot of goods on this trip today, so please help us out."

"no problem!"

Everyone readily agreed. Wu Han's payment to them was quite substantial, so they were naturally willing to do more.

"Okay, let's have dinner at my place first, and then we'll set off."

Fifteen minutes later, Zhang Ya, who was busy in the kitchen, prepared breakfast. After everyone quickly finished eating, they drove the donkey cart away from Wu Han's house.

It is worth mentioning that Wu Han's donkey cart has increased from one to three.

As the number of trips to Chenjia Village increased, Chen Dao's demand for grain also increased. One donkey cart was no longer enough, so Wu Han had to add two more.

After arriving at a nearby grain store in a donkey cart, Wu Han bought a full 2500 jin of wheat flour. He then loaded the flour onto the donkey cart and drove it out of the city with the others.

Perhaps because there were more guards, or perhaps because they were making more trips to and from the city, Zhang Ming, walking on the official road, was no longer so nervous. Instead, he smiled and said, "Brother-in-law, why does Chen Dao need so much grain? There are only a few people in his family. He buys thousands of catties of grain every time. Can he possibly finish it all?"

"Let's not talk about Brother Chen's matter any further!"

Wu Han had always known that Chen Dao had a secret, but he had no intention of investigating it further. In his opinion, it was enough that Chen Dao had entrusted him with the white-feathered chicken business!

Wu Han could earn at least two taels of silver in profit from selling a single white-feathered chicken. Faced with such a huge profit, Wu Han was too lazy to dig into Chen Dao's secret. Wasn't it better to just make money in peace? Why bother with so much else!

About half an hour later, Wu Han's truck stopped at the entrance of Chenjia Village. The young man guarding the gate recognized him immediately and said with a smile, "Brother Wu is here? Just come in."

Nowadays, almost everyone in Chenjia Village knows Wu Han, at least the able-bodied men in the village know him.

They all knew that Wu Han was a merchant who traded with Chen Dao, so the able-bodied men guarding the village entrance generally wouldn't stop Wu Han from entering the village.

"Thank you, young man."

Wu Han was also good at handling things. He took out three copper coins and stuffed them into the young man's hand. Then he drove the donkey cart straight to Chen Dao's house.

"Why are there so many people?"

Seeing the long queue in front of Chen Dao's house, Wu Han was somewhat surprised. In the past, when he came to Chenjia Village, although he would occasionally see people gathering, most of the time it was deserted and every household had its doors tightly closed.

The fact that it was so lively at this time was somewhat unusual.

"With so many people, it seems like the entire village has come."

Zhang Ming glanced at the queue and his lips twitched. Looking around, there were probably no fewer than several hundred people gathered in front of Chen Dao's house. Considering the size of Chenjia Village, it was estimated to have only a few hundred people. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that the entire village had come.

"Find someone to ask."

Wu Han jumped off the donkey cart, went to the end of the group, and asked a young man, "Young man, what are you doing?"

The young man, though called a young man, was actually just a half-grown boy. He was none other than Chen Gou, who had been guarding the entrance to Chenjia Village when Wu Han first came to the village.

Chen Gou woke up a little late today, so he was at the back of the line. He was a little unhappy, but he didn't take it out on Wu Han. Instead, he said, "It's Brother Wu!"

"Brother Wu" is what Chen Dao calls Wu Han. Many people in Chenjia Village also like to follow Chen Dao's example and call Wu Han "Brother Wu".

"We've come to Daoge's house to get steamed buns to eat," Chen Gou explained to Wu Han and the others, answering their questions.

however……

Upon hearing Chen Gou's words, Wu Han and the others became even more suspicious.

"Can the whole village receive steamed buns?"

A young man in Wu Han's group couldn't help but ask.

"Not the whole village!"

Chen Gou shook his head, and before Wu Han and the others could react, he continued, "But it's almost the whole village. Except for the elderly who can't move and the children who can't work, everyone else can come to Daoge'er's house to get steamed buns to eat."

"!"

A huge exclamation mark flashed through Wu Han's and the others' minds: treating the whole village to steamed buns...

Damn, how much money does this cost in a day?!

"This fellow..."

Zhang Ming couldn't help but press, "You're not lying to us, are you? In these times, where would you find such a philanthropist?"

It wasn't that Zhang Ming didn't trust Chen Gou, but what he said was simply too shocking. In this year's harvest, grain prices were skyrocketing, and even the landlords in the city had to tighten their belts...

At this moment, Chen Gou told him that someone had generously treated the whole village to steamed buns. Zhang Ming found it hard to believe!

Why would I lie to you?

Chen Gou rolled his eyes at Zhang Ming and said, "Dao Ge'er isn't just a great philanthropist, he's the best person in our village. If it weren't for Dao Ge'er, who knows how many more people in the village would be starving!"

Upon seeing Chen Gou's affirmative words, Wu Han and the others exchanged bewildered glances. Judging from Chen Gou's behavior, the fact that Chen Dao treated the whole village to steamed buns... was indeed true.

This shocked Wu Han and the others. There were probably no fewer than three hundred people queuing in front of Chen Dao's house. Inviting three hundred people to eat steamed buns... Wu Han and the others really didn't know how to evaluate this behavior. They just gained a deeper understanding of Chen Dao's wealth.

"I'm not talking to you guys anymore, it's my turn to get the steamed buns!"

Chen Gou didn't say much to Wu Han and the others. Seeing that the queue was getting shorter and shorter, he hurried forward. Soon after, he came out of Chen Dao's house with a few steamed buns in his hands, happily munching on the buns as he followed the crowd toward the south of the village.

Wu Han noticed that most of the villagers heading south were carrying hoes or other farming tools, as if they were going to till the fields...

Tilling the fields?

Wu Han's doubts deepened. In this freezing weather, no crops could be grown in the entire Qingzhou region. Why were these villagers farming?

And judging from their joyful expressions, it seemed as if they could really grow crops in the fields.