Crossing the famine, relying on a spiritual spring to support the entire village

I don't know why, let alone Pan Changhe, at that time only her family planted potatoes, but now there are potatoes everywhere, why did they choose to come to her house to dig them?

Time passed quickly, and twelve days passed in a flash. The second batch of potatoes matured, but there were only more than 4,000 kilograms, just enough for the people in the village to survive the winter, but Su Nian'an couldn't wait.

It was almost November and the weather was going to get cold soon. They had nothing to wear during the winter, so they gave Chu Zhiang a bag of gold bracelets and told him to go buy some quickly.

Chu Zhiang went there, bringing more than a dozen people with him. When there are a lot of supplies, they are easily robbed. Now there are not only refugees robbing, but also bandits and even soldiers.

The potatoes were harvested but not confiscated. It was like lending potatoes to the villagers, and they would be given back when the potatoes were ripe next time.

This way everyone can put on winter clothes and quilts before the weather gets cold. She doesn't want anyone to freeze to death before her eyes, and she has plenty of money.

Of course, Su Nian'an was not stupid. He asked every villager to sign a transaction form. If they did not return the money, they would work for the Su family for a year.

"I won't sign. At worst, I can wait until the next potato purchase to buy more!" Qi was the first to object.

"It's up to you. We signed this voluntarily." Su Nian'an didn't take Qi seriously at all. He was like a grasshopper. Although he hated it, it was easy to crush it to death.

The others readily agreed. No matter how you look at it, Su Nian'an will suffer a loss. How can they not do this sure-win thing?

Su Nian'an discovered that if she didn't pick the apples in her space, they wouldn't get old or fall off, and they would stay on the tree in the best condition. After discovering this phenomenon, she didn't take care of the potatoes in the field for seven days, and the result was the same.

This is equivalent to a permanent storage space.

Su Nian'an dug a canal leading to the rice field. The rice grew very well, and every plant was full of fruits. The rice stalks were bent down. Now she was not in a hurry to pick them, because rice was extremely troublesome to handle. It had to be threshed, dried, and shelled... Let's put it aside for now.

She cleared a few more ridges in the space, waiting for the seeds to come back so that they could be sown.

This time Chu Zhiang came back very quickly, and returned to the village on the third day. Su Nian'an guessed that it was the credit of the golden bracelet.

The whole village was filled with happiness and warmth. Now they had food and warmth. They could not believe that they could live such a comfortable life in this disaster year.

With Uncle Li as the hunter, people from the village would often follow him up the mountain to hunt, so they could still eat meat every few days.

Guo Gai never thought that he could live a better life than before the disaster, and he was very grateful to Su Nian'an's family.

He often reclaimed land for their family. Su Nian'an always told him that enough was enough, but he wouldn't listen. This was the only thing he could do for them.

Chen Jing has been taking care of the herbs, and now the herb garden is about half an acre.

One day, Guo Gai was waiting for the scorching sun to reclaim the land when a dozen people in government uniforms came down the mountain. He thought they were inspectors, so he ignored them and continued working.

"Hey! Boy, what are you doing?" an officer said

"Sir, I am hoeing the fields," replied the pot lid.

"Catch him!" As soon as Guo Gai'er finished speaking, the soldiers arrested him.

"Sir, what's wrong? Did I do something wrong? Why are you arresting me?" Guo Gai looked horrified. Did he do something wrong?

"Hey, kid! Don't you know that it is forbidden to cultivate wasteland?"

"Ah?" Guo Gai said he really didn't know, and no one told them.

"All land under heaven belongs to the king. All land belongs to your majesty. It is illegal to cultivate it without permission!" the soldier said patiently.

"Ah? What should we do? Sir, I have no other choice. There is really no food left at home. If we don't plant more, our whole family will starve to death." Guo Gai said pitifully, wiping away his tears.

The officers and soldiers were unmoved. "Who cares about you? We are performing official duties now. We will fine you 5 taels per mu. This is about half an acre, so the fine is 50 taels. If you want to continue farming, you need to buy the land. The price is taels per mu."

When Guogai heard this, he was shocked. They had to pay so much tax before they even sold the potatoes. Who could afford it?

He wanted to slip away when they weren't paying attention, but he was caught after running for a while. Moreover, he was discovered that they had reclaimed a lot of wasteland, which even shocked the officers and soldiers. Where did they get the money to buy seeds for sowing?

After being shocked, they were ecstatic. Damn it, they were going to get rich. Even if they couldn't collect the fines and taxes, all the crops would be theirs. Food was also very precious now.

Chen Jing, who was in the herb garden not far away, saw this scene and huddled in the herb bushes, not daring to move.

The scene of her mother being bullied kept flashing in her mind, but she couldn't go out, because if she went out, she would end up like her mother.

But this brat just won't tell me where the others are.

"Will you tell me?" The soldier punched the pot lid again.

His hands hurt from beating him. This brat is so stubborn.

Guo Gai bit his lower lip tightly to prevent himself from making any sound. Gradually, his vision began to blur and he lost consciousness.

"Damn it, I fainted!"

"It's getting dark, let's go back first, otherwise the wild animals will come." An officer pointed at the blood stains on the pot cover.

"Yeah, anyway, this place is here and it won't run away, let's come back tomorrow."

The officers and soldiers discussed and left the field and headed down the mountain.

After Chen Jing was sure that the soldiers had left, she ran to the pot cover and saw that he was covered in blood and motionless. She thought of her mother again, and she held her breath in fear before she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Pot lid! Pot lid! Wake up!" Chen Jing patted his cheek gently.

After calling for a long time, there was no response. I tried to carry him but couldn't. I had no choice but to drag him towards the village little by little.

"Hurry up! The pot lid has been hit!" Chen Jing shouted into the village when she was about to reach it.

They had all returned in the evening. A few people heard the noise and ran out of the village to check. They found that the two men were covered in blood. They hurried over and found that Guo Gai had lost consciousness.

He hurriedly took the two back to the village.

"Chen Jing, what happened? Why is the pot lid so damaged?" Aunt Sun asked

"It was the soldiers!" Chen Jing said tremblingly, "The soldiers said we can't grow crops on that land. It's illegal to grow crops on wasteland. We will be fined and taxed. Not only that, they will also take away our potatoes and crops."

"What! How could they do such a thing?!"

"Why can't you let us grow crops? We're all starving to death. Is it illegal to grow food?"

"This is going to cut off our path!"

"We finally got our lives back on track, why?"

"And they beat people. Why did they beat people?" someone asked the crying Chen Jing.

"Those officers and soldiers wanted to know where we were, so they asked Guo Gai, but he refused to tell them, so they beat him to death!"