Age: My Small World

Chapter 134 Getting Started
Under the dilapidated eaves.

Wang Yiteng and Wang Yifei were both confused. They didn't quite understand why Brother Long entered the city so quickly. He was even carried in by someone. He looked a little miserable.

"I don't think it's reliable to go into the city. How about we just forget about it?" Wang Yifei was a little panicked.

"I think so too. Let's not go then. Let's wait for Brother Cheng to come back."

"That's it."

So the journey of escape came to an abrupt end.

The next day, before we received any news from Wang Yilong, we saw the large army returning to the village.

After more than a month, the people who went to help finally came back, and Fanjiazhuang suddenly became a lot more lively.

However, when they heard that the big pot meal system had been cancelled, some of the laborers immediately quit. They went to Uncle Fan's house, surrounded him for a long time, and it took them half a day to explain.

This also greatly dampened the enthusiastic atmosphere of the strong laborers who had just returned to the village, and all the laughter and joy disappeared for a while.

Of course, the work that needs to be done still needs to be done.

Especially now that we need to cook for ourselves, people have started to treasure the sweet potato, which was previously insignificant.

To be honest, during the first half month of eating from the big pot, most people thought that they would be able to eat dry food in the future and would no longer eat sweet potato porridge or the like, so they didn't care much about the sweet potatoes. As a result, the sweet potatoes in some fields did not grow very well, which made the situation worse.

In less than three days, all the sweet potatoes in Yang Jun's one-acre field were dug up.

He checked with my mother and confirmed that there were a total of 400 kilograms that could be stored in the cellar.

In addition, there are 200 kilograms that can barely be used to make dried sweet potatoes, and another 100 kilograms or so are rotten leftovers that can only be used to make sweet potato flour after being ground.

In other words, instead of the 1,000 kilograms of sweet potatoes that should have been harvested, this year only 700 kilograms were harvested, and some of them could not even be cooked into porridge.

Sweet potato noodles are not the first choice of the villagers. Instead, sweet potato porridge is larger in quantity and can bring more survival opportunities. It doesn’t matter whether it tastes good or not, the most important thing is to fill the stomach.

This was not an isolated case. In the following days, every household sighed, obviously because the harvest was not good.

Difficulties did not stop us from continuing to live.

After barely harvesting the sweet potatoes, we have to hurry up and plant the winter wheat, otherwise it may be too late, after all, it will be a full month late.

First of all, the soil must be loosened, otherwise the wheat will not grow well.

Since there are limited livestock in the village, some people just carry hoes and dig directly.

If you accidentally hit a rock or frozen soil when you dig with a hoe, your hand will almost go numb from the recoil.

"Brother Xiaoshan, why don't you wait for the oxen to come and plow the land? Digging like this is too hard."

Cheng Xiaoyu's family actually finished planting relatively easily because their land was closer to the edge and could be plowed quickly. Then they sprinkled wheat and some fertilizer on it and turned it over with a hoe, and that was about it.

The rest of the time is just to wait for it to break through the soil. If weeds grow at that time, a second round of hoeing will be carried out, mainly to remove weeds.

Later, with the advent of herbicides, this way of farming gradually disappeared.

"It's already so long waiting for the cows to come. I'd better do the digging."

Yang Jun looked at the slow-moving old ox in the distance and shook his head.

It would take at least a month for two old oxen to take turns plowing hundreds of acres of land. Who has the time for that?

It wasn't that hard for his family to plow the soil, because they had done it once before. However, that time it was to dig out and bury the roots of the crops planted previously to make fertile soil. Now they were really loosening the soil.

"Then I'll help." Cheng Xiaoyu came with a hoe, obviously well prepared.

"Xiao Yu'er, have you finished planting your land?" The second sister had a good impression of Cheng Xiaoyu and took the initiative to bring up the topic. "Yes, Sister Yumei, you already plowed my land on the first day. I finished it in two days."

"Xiao Yu'er is really hardworking and nimble. She knows how to manage a life and is pretty. I think whoever marries you will be blessed for the rest of his life."

As Yang Yumei spoke, she winked at her brother Xiaoshan, indicating that he was too strong.

"No, Sister Yumei, I just work fast and I'm not good-looking."

Cheng Xiaoyu glanced at Yang Jun, her cheeks slightly red, and then she lowered her head and worked silently.

Yang Jun turned a deaf ear, as if he were a ruthless digging machine.

With Cheng Xiaoyu's help, an acre of land can be dug in one day from morning to night.

"Xiao Yu'er, don't go back tonight. Eat here. I'll make dumplings for you." The old lady took the initiative to keep him. Her voice was quite gentle and her face was kind.

The last time my elder sister came back, she managed to bring some flour with her, and I wanted to make some to eat today.

Cheng Xiaoyu was a little surprised. She had come here before to fetch water and dig the land, and had stayed for meals, but Li Xiaohua's attitude was basically just the politeness and interaction between neighbors. Today was the first time she saw Aunt Yang being so gentle.

"Aunt San, I'd better go back and eat. I still have to cook." She wanted to stay, but she had to go home to cook for her mother and brother.

Li Xiaohua glared at her: "Is your mother unable to cook this meal or what? Please sit down, I'll go talk to your mother."

As she said this, she really went to Aunt Fan Ping's place.

Cheng Xiaoyu turned around and looked at Yang Jun hesitantly.

"Save it for dinner, and bring some dumplings back for Aunt Ping and Ai Min later."

"That won't work. How can we eat and take things at the same time?" Cheng Xiaoyu shook her head, but agreed to have a meal here.

"You are not a stranger. What's wrong with eating and taking some?" Yang Jun tapped her head and said with a smile.

"Xiaoshan, there are a lot of people here, please be careful." Second sister Yang Yumei suddenly teased.

Looking at Xiaoyuer again, he had already shrunk his head and hid under his knees, but his white neck was still red.

"Not a stranger? Brother Xiaoshan doesn't treat me as a stranger." She felt a little sweet in her heart.

In the evening, Yang Jun ran back to the house in advance, and then quickly took out a few eggs and a pound of meat and put them in the cabinet.

After a few people came in, he pretended to open the cabinet and took it out.

There wasn't much meat left in his little world, but the rabbits had grown and had recently started getting pregnant, which hopefully would form the beginning of a meat chain.

Even if rabbits don't work out, there will be some improvement with chickens, and they can be raised as broilers.

The seven pheasant eggs have also begun to hatch. Perhaps in a few days, little pheasants will be seen in the small world. His pheasant plan is progressing smoothly.

"Xiaoshan, where did you get the eggs and meat?" Li Xiaohua couldn't help but ask this time.

"Mom, I have a solution anyway. It's not a scam."

Yang Jun didn't plan to explain too much. The more he explained, the more lies he told, and the easier it would be to expose them.

As long as he has a say in this family, I won't really ask any further questions.

Sure enough, Li Xiaohua was silent for a moment, then took the thing.

"I'll knead the dough later, you guys take a rest."

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