Entering the bully's den, she changed her life by farming!

Zhao Zhizhi saw that most people raised their hands, while a few people were hesitant and unable to make a decision.

Seeing this, Zhao Zhizhi directly made the decision for them, "The minority obeys the majority. That's it. Let's take action. Go home to get food now."

Zhao Ermu accidentally sprained his foot and did not go to the town to find work.

When I came out for some exercise, I heard what Zhao Zhizhi said to the villagers. After they left, I came close to Zhao Zhizhi and asked doubtfully: "Zhizhi, aren't you afraid that they will only pay a small portion of the food?"

Zhao Zhizhi smiled lightly and said: "As long as they are willing to hand over the food, it will be fine. As for how much they pay, it depends on how conscious they are."

In fact, Zhao Zhizhi didn't have much hope for them.

She just borrowed the food contributed by the villagers so that she could take out the food in the space.

Without this reason, she would have no way to move the food in the space for everyone to use. After all, no family could still have multiple bags of food in a famine.

Sure enough, even if the villagers moved all the grain out, there were still no more than ten bags of grain, and they were all brown rice, not a single bag of polished rice.

Zhao Ermu opened the bag and took a look, and said angrily: "They are really deceiving people. They say they are good, but they are not sincere at all in their actions."

After saying that, he walked towards the door angrily, looking like he was looking for trouble.

Zhao Zhizhi hurriedly grabbed him and said helplessly: "Second brother, even if you go, it won't help. They won't admit that they hid food secretly. Besides, this is an era of famine. If people don't care for themselves, they will be destroyed. If it were you, , will you hand over the food obediently?"

Zhao Ermu didn't even need to speak, Zhao Zhizhi could guess his answer.

Despite this, Zhao Ermu still whispered unwillingly: "But these brown rice are not enough to divide, let alone the whole village, but the villagers whose houses were burned down can't get half a bag."

He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth and said: "Zhizhi, I thought it was a good thing for you to be the village chief at first, but now it seems that it is a thankless job at all. They are now using obvious excuses to cause trouble for you. How can I stand watching this!"

Zhao Zhizhi said calmly: "Second brother, don't worry, who is your sister? Is there anyone in the village who is smarter than me?"

Zhao Ermu was stunned for a moment, nodded subconsciously, and shook his head again after a moment.

Zhao Zhizhi smiled and said: "Second brother, think carefully before answering. Don't be anxious."

Seeing the threat in her eyes clearly, Zhao Ermu said without hesitation: "You are the smartest!"

Zhao Zhizhi nodded with satisfaction and said: "Since you said so, don't worry, I have already thought of a way to solve this matter."

Her mysterious appearance made Zhao Ermu scratch his head and feel uncomfortable, "Sister, just tell me a little bit. I promise not to tell anyone."

Zhao Zhizhi rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "Do you believe this?"

Zhao Ermu was speechless, scratched his head, and remembered that his mouth really couldn't hold the door, so he stopped asking.

Zhao Zhizhi did not distribute the food immediately. She was waiting until the villagers were less vigilant before taking the next step.

Three days later, Zhao Zhizhi mixed the food taken out from the space with the food donated by the villagers.

According to the quantity recorded in the book, each family that contributed more food can get a bag of brown rice and a bag of polished rice. Those whose houses were burned down can also get the same brown rice and polished rice.

Only the family that contributed less food received only two bags of brown rice.

After Zhao Zhizhi sent people to distribute the food, he also said something to the people who donated food: "Based on the food donated by everyone, each household can be equally divided for three or four months. After that, if the drought has not passed, I hope that Everyone can also donate generously, and she will distribute it equally.” After all, every household is satisfied with this arrangement.

People who donated more food received less rice in exchange for it, while people who donated less food received more brown rice.

They all thought that someone else had donated it stupidly, and they didn't think about Zhao Zhizhi.

Zhao Zhizhi personally went to deliver food to the family whose house was burned down. When these people saw Zhao Zhizhi, they wished they could offer her up.

If Zhao Zhizhi had not repeatedly stated not to kneel, they would have knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times.

The last family is Mrs. Liu who lives at the entrance of the village. The Zhao family is far away from her family and they rarely interact with each other on weekdays.

"Village chief, you can just put the food outside the house. Cough, cough..."

Zhao Zhizhi heard that something was not right about her voice, so he responded and walked into the house.

Unexpectedly, Mrs. Liu was not lying on the bed, but sitting on the ground sewing in the cold weather.

Zhao Zhizhi stood at the door. He only took a look at her face from a distance and knew that she was seriously ill now.

Zhao Zhizhi knocked on the door. Mrs. Liu was frightened and looked towards her immediately.

Seeing Zhao Zhizhi, she hurriedly struggled to stand up from the ground.

Perhaps because of her illness, she lost all her strength. She finally sat down on the ground with her arms propped up, and just as she was about to stand up with all her strength, she fell back.

The ground was cold and hard, and even if the fall was not severe, it would still be torture for the seriously ill Mrs. Liu. She closed her eyes and cried out in pain, and her weather-beaten face lost some of its color.

Zhao Zhizhi hurriedly came over, helped her up on the stool and sat down, then knelt down on one knee to check her pulse.

After a moment, she frowned and looked at Mrs. Liu, with a slight reproach in her tone, "Why don't you come to me to get medicine?"

Mrs. Liu's eyes wandered and she said hesitantly: "I thought it was just a minor illness and it would be fine in a few days, so I didn't bother."

Zhao Zhizhi said angrily: "I'm lying, I checked your pulse. Your illness was obviously brought out on purpose. Now the illness has entered your lungs. It was originally a minor illness, but now it's not minor."

Sister-in-law Liu suddenly raised her eyes, stared straight at Zhao Zhizhi, and said urgently: "Then can I still be saved?"

For some reason, Zhao Zhizhi always felt that she didn't want to continue living.

In order to test Mrs. Liu, Zhao Zhizhi said deliberately: "It's not easy to cure. If I prescribe you medicine now, it can only relieve your pain, but I'm afraid it won't cure you."

Hearing this, Mrs. Liu not only did not feel sad about this, but she breathed a sigh of relief with a satisfied smile on her face, "That's good."

After saying that, she looked up at the small jar on the table and murmured to herself in despair: "Brother Liang, did you hear that? I can finally go find you."

Zhao Zhizhi was absent-minded after coming out of Sister Liu's house. On the way home, he almost bumped into Uncle Feng who was rushing to town.

Feng Boer stopped the livestock and shouted with a heavy breath: "Zhao girl, where are you going? Don't be in a daze while walking. It would be serious if something happened!"