After fleeing famine, I have thousands of acres of fertile land

"Uncle San, grandpa has gone to the wasteland to see how the sweet potatoes are growing."

"I don't know how many sweet potatoes this will produce. I didn't plant many." Uncle Ye said uncertainly.

"If the sweet potatoes are given enough fertilizer, one plant can produce five or six fruits, weighing seven or eight kilograms." Ye Qing said after thinking for a while.

"With this one-acre land, the family doesn't need to buy food. We can keep what we harvest this year and plant more next year."

The two chatted for a while, and then Old Man Ye walked in.

"Dad is back. How are the sweet potatoes? Are they almost cooked?"

"The third child is here. The sweet potatoes will take another half a month to grow. I just dug up the soil and took a look. They are growing really well."

"Then wait a little longer. I'll harvest after you guys have finished harvesting." Mr. Ye didn't know much about farming, and in previous years he just did whatever Mr. Ye told him to do.

"How's Lao San's business going? Is he making money?"

"Dad earns his living hard every day, but it takes too much time to push the cart to the city every day. I also want to buy a cow. Can you help me choose one?"

Old man Ye was happy that his sons were all living well and he didn't have to worry about them.

"Let's go early tomorrow morning. Qingya and the others are also going to sell snails. We'll follow the ox cart to the city."

"The cows you bought for my eldest and second brothers are both good. I'll listen to you." Ye Laosan has seen the cows from his second brother's family and they are very strong in pulling carts.

The next morning, Ye Qing and his group went to the city to help Ye Qing and Ye Erlang set up their stalls. Ye Dalang then sent his uncle to the place where the cattle were sold, and then he went to Fu'an Pavilion to deliver snails.

I sent another ten kilograms to the vegetable store. If it sells well, I can continue to supply it in the future.

When Ye Dalang returned to the market, the stall was surrounded by people, and Ye Qing and Ye Erlang were submerged in the crowd.

Ye Dalang hurried over to help, and Ye Qing and his partner felt a little relieved.

The people who came to buy it yesterday couldn’t get enough of it after they went back, especially the spicy ones, the more they ate, the more they wanted to eat.

Five cents is not expensive, and there is meat in it. It's so hot, and I don't want to cook, so it's easier to buy some snails.

After the three men had sold all the snails, Old Man Ye and his companion also came back.

Uncle Ye bought a heifer about two years old. It was a yellow calf with shiny fur and looked very healthy.

Several people went home together. Ye Qing hadn't been to the fields for a few days, so he went to the woods to check on the cotton in the afternoon.

The cotton has begun to produce bolls, with four or five bolls on one branch.

Boss Ye also came to take a look at the soybeans. The leaves of the soybeans had turned yellow and could be harvested soon. Half of the forest land was planted with soybeans, and more than 100 kilograms could be harvested.

"Qingya, the cotton you planted is growing so well. Normally, it can only produce two or three bolls, but this time it has twice as many."

"Dad, it's because you didn't pinch the tops before, so the cotton plants only grew branches and leaves, and produced fewer bolls. If you pinch the tops early, you'll produce more bolls later."

"Qingya, you guys are really brave. You're not afraid of damaging the cotton. If you encounter such things next time, please discuss it with me first."

Boss Ye was shocked by Ye Qing's boldness. He thought that the forest was nothing and only a few people came. Who knew that these two kids were so brave.

There are many cotton bolls this year, and I know this method is correct.

"Dad, the cotton is a little short of fertilizer. If you give it some fertilizer this afternoon, we can harvest more cotton this year."

Seeing the cotton leaves turning yellow, Boss Ye agreed to come over in the afternoon to fertilize the cotton. There were many poultry at home, so there was no shortage of fertilizer.

After looking at the cotton, the two went to the wasteland to pick pumpkins. Some of the pumpkins were ripe, and if they were not picked, someone would steal them.

They picked five pumpkins and took them home to cook. Not long after they got home, they heard a car parked outside the door.

Boss Ye pushed the door open and saw Hu Zi getting out of the car. "Hu Zi, why are you here? Is there something wrong?"

"Uncle Ye finally found your house. The shopkeeper asked me to come. The fried snails you sent today were sold out in a short time."

"Come and sit at Huzi's house. You may not have eaten yet. Eat first before you leave."

"Uncle, I won't go in. The store is busy. The shopkeeper told me to tell you that we need 200 kilograms of snails tomorrow, 150 kilograms of spicy ones, and 50 kilograms of original ones."

"Huzi, tell the shopkeeper to send it over tomorrow morning. There will be no delay."

"Uncle, I'm leaving now. I'll have to tell the shopkeeper when I get back."

Boss Ye grabbed Hu Zi and said, "Hu Zi, this is a pumpkin I just picked. Take it back and eat it."

Hu Zi drove back. There were few people in the store, so he had to go back to guard the back door.

Ye Qing made some calculations and decided to take 500 kilograms of snails to the city tomorrow. He would give 200 kilograms to Fu'an Pavilion and sell 200 kilograms to himself. He would probably be able to get 100 kilograms from the vegetable store.

Ye Qing asked his fifth brother to go to the village and tell them that they would be collecting more today.

Snails have shells, and there are only a few of them in a pound. Now Ye Qing wants to harvest 500 pounds, and the adults will go out to pick snails after they are done with their work.

"Qingya, I'm here to deliver some snails. Can you help me weigh them?" Aunt Hua came in carrying a basket full of them.

Zhou helped to weigh it. "The basket is 15 jin, a total of 15 cents. Take it."

Aunt Hua was so happy that she couldn't stop smiling. She earned fifteen cents in just a short while by picking up trash at her doorstep, which was enough to buy three pounds of gray flour.

"Qingya, are you still collecting tomorrow? If you are, go pick up some more." Aunt Hua was afraid that this money-making business would be gone.

"Aunt Hua collects it. She'll collect as much as you bring."

Aunt Hua left happily. She said that she could earn more money if she went to pick up the trash earlier tomorrow.

Ye Qing had a headache. Five hundred kilograms of snails had to be fried in four or five pots, and he had to get up early in the morning to fry them so that they would be fresh.

It would take Zhou and I three or four hours to fry the snails, and then we would have to sell them. My body would definitely not be able to take it after such a long time.

Ye Qing expressed his concerns, and Boss Ye also agreed to stop selling snails and harvest the paddy fields and wasteland at home.

Ye Qing thought about it and decided to build a stove in the yard at home and cook both sides at the same time.

I still deliver the goods to Fu'an Pavilion and the vegetable store myself, but I don't go to the market.

My aunt has a small family, not much land, and no business to make. I can ask my aunt if she wants me to sell snails. I can sell them to her for four cents and make some money.

Ye Qiu heard his nephew calling him and came out of the house, "Wulang, is there something wrong at home?"

"Something happened at my aunt's house, and my grandparents asked me to call you and uncle to discuss something."

"What's the matter? We need to go back to tell you. Boss, our parents are calling us for something. Let's go over there."

Ye Qiu and Sun Dazhu went back together, wondering what had happened at home.

"Dad, is there any work to do at home? Let us help." Sun Dazhu thought there was too much work to do at home.

"Dazhu is here. There's not much to do at home. Qingya has something to discuss with you."

After they sat down in the room, Ye Qing spoke up, "Aunt and Uncle, today I want to discuss selling snails with you. We don't plan to sell them at the market because we are too busy at home. I want to ask if you are willing to go."