Dressed as a farmer's widow, she brought her daughter to stock up on food and reached the top

Zhao Cunliang faced Butcher Li, wanting to argue but not daring to. He could only angrily stare at the pomegranates in the field and curse, "I'm doing this for everyone else. She doesn't even understand this thing herself. What if we all suffer for so long and end up with nothing?"

Mrs. Sun pointed at Zhao Dazhu and said, "I see you're already in your forties, but how come you're not as good as a woman? No one's holding a knife to your neck and forcing you to plant seeds. What are you doing here? You're wasting everyone's time."

With more than 200 kilograms of black noodles at home, Mrs. Sun now has the confidence to speak. A few days ago, she used the rice she exchanged for picking wild mushrooms to buy a kilogram of fat meat for the children to have a meat meal. After following Xiuying, their lives have been getting better and better.

"Yeah, we're storing food. No one's forcing you to grow it. What are you doing messing around here?"

"Cunliang, if I had your time, I would have weeded the fields. Look, the weeds in your fields are as tall as a man, and the vegetables are small and yellow. What are you going to eat then?"

"I can't even keep up with you in eating farts. You should take care of your own family first. After the girls from Xiuying's family separated, I haven't seen any of your boys working in the fields. If this continues, I'm afraid your family won't even have enough to eat. How can you still have time to talk about what others are growing?"

Zhao Cunliang's face turned red and white, and he said to the crowd, "We have a lot of food at home. We have dried beans, dried radishes, and more vegetables than we can finish. We also have several large bags of dried wild mushrooms. We eat black noodles three times a day, all dried. I'm doing this for everyone's benefit.

If you follow suit and plant, and there's nothing left when the harvest comes, you'll starve! Don't say I didn't warn you then!"

Zhao Cunliang cursed inwardly, "I've never heard of growing rice in dry land. When all these people have nothing to harvest, they'll all starve to death!" Haha, just thinking about it makes me feel better.

Mrs. Sun was not happy with Zhao Cunliang. In the past, he relied on the fact that his family had food to bully her verbally. But now she was different. Not only did she have food, she also had three hardworking sons and a sensible daughter.

On the other hand, Zhao Dazhu's sons are only good at cheating and playing tricks. The dried vegetables and wild mushrooms left at home were left by Xiuying when she divided the family. They only know how to eat the stored food and don't know how to work. One day, they will end up with nothing.

"Don't worry, no one here needs your reminder. I'll go ask Xiuying how to grow drought-resistant rice. Whether we can grow it or not is our own business and has nothing to do with you."

When Zhao Cunliang heard that Sun Dasao also wanted to farm, he was shocked. The Sun family's land had been sold out long ago. It was he who suggested to Zhou Dazhu that they buy the Sun family's land at a low price. From then on, Sun Dasao could only reclaim the wasteland.

"Sister Sun, I think you're crazy about food. This stuff may not even grow rice in the fields, and you're still thinking of growing it on your wasteland! Hahahaha... What a joke! If you can really grow rice on wasteland, I, Zhao Cunliang, will... eat the shit that big yellow ox pooped!"

Mrs. Sun's family has no fields, only wasteland. They have relied on reclaiming wasteland to support their children over the years. However, wasteland is the most abundant in the village, and the harvest is not good if other crops are grown. If this drought-resistant and flood-resistant rice can be grown on the wasteland, they can give it a try on a few acres of wasteland.

The crowd gradually dispersed. Wang Shufen was tempted when she heard about the high rice yield. She went home to discuss with her family. The grain she had purchased this year was enough for her to eat, so she wanted to see if she could give it a try by planting a few acres of land.

Xiuying placed the seedlings she bought from the mall in a seedling tray at home. Drought-resistant and flood-resistant rice can adapt to various harsh environments. The most important step is to cultivate the seedlings in the seedling tray for a few days. Only when the seedlings have fully absorbed Xiuying's scientific research results in China, the KH2 drought-resistant liquid, will their molecular cells have the characteristics of drought resistance and flood resistance.

Mrs. Sun directly told Xiuying her idea. She wanted to try planting these seedlings on the wasteland.

Xiuying pointed to a plate of cultivated rice seedlings and said, "You can take these back first. I heard that these rice seedlings can survive in the desert. You can try planting them."

The person she wanted to help most was Mrs. Sun. She also wanted to see if her own scientific research results in the previous life could be planted in the wasteland. In her previous life, she died in the experimental field before she could see her scientific research results take root and sprout in the wasteland and desert.

Aunt Sun is not a person who likes to get something for nothing. Besides, these seedlings were bought by Xiuying with money, so she can't take them for free.

"Xiuying, although my aunt's family can now have a full meal, money is still..."

As she spoke, Mrs. Sun blushed.

"I just want to ask if I can get some of the kids at home to help you plant the rice seedlings in exchange for some. Jindan, Tiedan, and Goudan are already grown up. They can plow the land and plant the rice seedlings without any problem. They can also help with the land reclamation."

Xiuying helped Mrs. Sun without asking for anything in return, and now that she was in need of help, Mrs. Sun just happened to remind her.

Taohua is responsible for preparing three meals a day during the busy farming season. The fourth and fifth children are responsible for cutting grass to feed the livestock. The sixth and seventh children are still young, so they just help their sisters pick eggs and wash vegetables for Taohua. The third child and Chen Zexi are responsible for planting angelica and gastrodia.

What her family lacks most now is labor. Although there are pomegranates in the fields, it is definitely not enough for one person to support the family alone. She also wants to sell rice paper a few times and buy a big yellow ox and three donkeys.

The boys in Mrs. Sun's family are all good at work. Xiuying saw it last time when they were digging black truffles. Jindan is already thirteen years old and is treated as an adult here. Tiedan is twelve years old and strong. The youngest Goudan is already eleven years old and can be considered half a labor force.

She smiled and looked at Mrs. Sun: "Of course, please tell the others that if they want seedlings, they can buy them instead of working. Just help me plant those nine acres of land.

I wonder how many acres Mrs. Sun plans to plant so I can prepare enough seedlings."

In recent years, Mrs. Sun has been reclaiming wasteland and cultivating land in the mountains with her children. They have a total of 20 acres of land. However, because the land is not fertile, the harvest has always been poor. Even if the family works diligently in the fields, they still cannot have enough to eat all year round.

"Well, maybe plant ten acres first?" Mrs. Sun was undecided and looked at Xiuying: "What do you think? Is it too much or too little?"

Xiuying secretly estimated in her mind and said, "This kind of seedling can produce about 1200 kilograms of rice per mu, but it is just planted in the field.

Your family planted the rice seedlings on wasteland, so ours is a bit lower, with an output of about 1000 kilograms of rice per acre.

But these are just my estimates. The actual yield will only be known after the crops are grown, so it’s up to you to decide.”

After Xiuying finished speaking, Mrs. Sun looked at her with wide eyes. Even in a good year with fertile land and good weather, one acre of land could only produce 120 kilograms of rice.