Crossing the famine: The hunter's wife has good farmland

Zhang Liang nodded his head like a chick pecking at rice.

"Yes! Goddess, don't worry. Although I'm thin, I'm very strong. Doing this kind of work is like playing. You don't need to hire more people next year. You don't need to spend that money. I'm enough!"

Zhang Liang was not bragging. After he came, everything on the field was handled neatly without Mo Xiaonian having to lift a finger. He even helped with a lot of the work on Yuelu and Luhua's field, greatly reducing the burden on Luhua.

Luhua and Yinzhi go to the market together every day to sell vegetables. Now their vegetables are quite famous in that area. People who have eaten them once will definitely come back to buy them a second time. In their words, the vegetables sold by these two women are all sweet.

Luhua and Yinzhi also found this a little unbelievable. After thinking about it, they decided that the seeds provided by Mo Xiaonian were better.

This further strengthened the two people's belief that Mo Xiaonian was a goddess.

Mo Xiaonian had a lot of free time, and she would inspect her own land every day and demarcate the area to be reclaimed next year.

This year is just a trial run, and the real work will begin next year, because next year we will start planting grain, including rice, wheat, corn, and soybeans, all of which will need to be planted in large quantities, and more land will need to be opened up.

The area around the fields is really bustling now. More and more people are following them to open up wasteland and cultivate the fields. The vegetables in the fields of the second batch of people who planted vegetables have grown to the stage where they can be thinned out. Many of them are anxious to make money and are reluctant to eat the thinned seedlings. They tie them into bundles and go to the market with Luhua and the others. They don't care about a penny or two, as it's money at least.

Zhang Liang saw Mo Xiaonian coming to the field again and hurried over to talk to her.

"Goddess, look, all the spinach in this area has been picked, and I have turned the ground over, so we can plant another crop."

Mo Xiaonian looked at Zhang Liang in surprise.

"So soon, have you finished turning over the land?"

Mo Xiaonian's eyes made Zhang Liang feel particularly accomplished.

“That’s the goddess. This way we can harvest at least three more crops before the weather gets cold, and we can make a little more money.

By the way, Goddess, where did all the vegetables we harvested go? Do you want me to go with Luhua and the others to sell the vegetables?"

Mo Xiaonian coughed guiltily.

"No, no, I'll take the vegetables directly. I have a special place to sell them. You don't have to worry about these things. Just do your job well. Be sure to pay attention to safety when working. If you are tired, take a break and don't work too hard.

Also, don't call me goddess from now on, just call me boss. Here is a pot of water I brought for you, come and drink if you are thirsty, I will leave first if you are fine."

After Mo Xiaonian explained these things, he hurried to the drying yard.

The drying ground has been leveled, and Yue Lu had a large shed built here. She and ten female workers are busy making soft armor in the shed.

Because this is a life-saving item for their soldiers, these women are particularly careful in what they do.

Mo Xiaonian is not good at farming, and is even worse at handicrafts. The soles she had made before were all abandoned halfway, and were later picked up by Yuelu and continued to be made. Now, watching the female workers sewing, Mo Xiaonian feels pain in his fingers.

Making soft armor is not an easy task. It is particularly laborious because fur is much harder than cloth. It is very laborious to sew it by hand. When encountering particularly thick parts, the needle cannot penetrate at all and an awl is needed.

Seeing how hard the women workers were sewing, Mo Xiaonian hurried back home.

She wanted to go to the space mall to see if she had a sewing machine or something.

Wouldn't it be much easier if I had a sewing machine?

Mo Xiaonian searched for a long time, and finally had to admit a disappointing fact.

There is no such mechanical thing in her space mall.

Mo Xiaonian worked for a while in disappointment, and when it was about time, he came out of the space. He was planning to prepare dinner, but Luhua came back excitedly.

"Sister Luhua, you sold all the vegetables so quickly? If we calculate based on the walking speed, did you go to the market and then walk back?"

The smile on Luhua’s face was particularly bright.

"Xiao Nian, Yinzhi and I don't have to squat in the market to sell vegetables anymore. A big restaurant came to us and said that we can just send our vegetables to the restaurant and they will buy them at the market price. This way we can save the time of selling vegetables and do more other things."

"Really? Then you are doing wholesale business! This is a good thing. In the future, our other vegetables will gradually mature. By then, you won't be able to sell too many vegetables. If you and Sister Yinzhi can find a few big customers like restaurants, you can deliver the vegetables to those restaurants every day. In this way, no matter how many vegetables you have, you won't have trouble selling them!"

Mo Xiaonian's words opened the door to a new world for Luhua, and she slapped her forehead hard.

"Yeah! Why didn't I think of this? Let's go ask other restaurants tomorrow. If they can get vegetables from us, then no matter how many vegetables we harvest, we won't have to worry about selling them!

"Xiao Nian, what are you doing? Are you going to cook?"

"Yeah, I think grandma and you are too busy, so I'll cook."

"No need for you, I'm back now, go and rest."

Mo Xiaonian was driven out of the kitchen and became idle again.

Seeing that everyone else seemed extremely busy, Mo Xiaonian had the first thought that she seemed to be particularly idle.

During this period, Fu Cang came back very late.

The "Militia Training Manual" that Mo Xiaonian gave him was of great help to him.

He now reads books at night, and conducts actual combat exercises with his soldiers during the day as described in the training manual. In just a few months, the soldiers under his command have gone from being a scattered group to being well-trained and particularly obedient to commands.

Fu Cang's own progress is also huge. His thinking is now close to that of a leader. No matter what he thinks about, he always thinks from a particularly comprehensive overall perspective.

In the eyes of others, Fu Cang has undergone a transformation.

Fu Cang came back very late today. When he came back, Mo Xiaonian had already fallen asleep.

Fu Cang was afraid of waking up Mo Xiaonian, so he tiptoed into the room.

There was an oil lamp lit on the table in the room. Fu Cang knew that it was left by Mo Xiaonian specially for him.

Mo Xiaonian once told him that no matter how late he came home, the family would always keep a light on for him, not because they were afraid that he would be afraid of the dark, but to give him a warm feeling.

Fu Cang didn’t know what warmth felt like. It should be the feeling when he was with Mo Xiaonian, especially warm, especially secure, and the feeling of wanting to always be with her.