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

Mrs. Sun was secretly shocked. Drought-resistant and flood-resistant rice can produce thousands of kilograms of rice per acre, and that's even in the absence of sufficient fertilizer and water. If it could be planted in fertile land, it would produce more than 2,000 kilograms!

This gap is too big!

No wonder the men outside the Great Wall are so tall and strong, and the women have such fair skin. This is because they eat rice.

What Mrs. Sun didn't know was that Xiuying was still underestimating the reality. In China, the drought-resistant and flood-resistant rice No. 888 has an annual yield of 2000 kilograms per mu and can grow in harsh environments such as wasteland and desert.

The drought-resistant and flood-resistant rice No. 889 is more dehydration-resistant, drought-resistant and flood-resistant, and can grow in different harsh weather environments. Its yield is twice that of the drought-resistant and flood-resistant rice No. 888.

Mrs. Sun gritted her teeth and said in an almost pleading tone, "Sister Xiuying, can you please allow my family to plant drought-resistant rice on all 20 acres of land?"

Xiuying took a deep breath. She knew that Mrs. Sun had absolute trust in her. She also wanted to help the hardworking Mrs. Sun and her family, but she didn't want Mrs. Sun to plant rice on all 20 acres of wasteland.

Because Sun Dasao's family only has 20 acres of wasteland. If there is no harvest, what will her family eat?

If Mrs. Sun were to plant rice on all 20 mu of land, she would be under great mental pressure before the rice harvest.

Thinking of this, Xiuying said softly, "Aunt, if you trust me, I will plant rice on ten acres. You will know what to plant on the remaining ten acres in a few days."

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Sun's eyes lit up. It seemed that Xiuying had not forgotten her after getting the good thing and wanted to help her.

Mrs. Sun took a long breath, holding back her tears and said, "Auntie will listen to you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Shufen's voice was heard: "Xiuying, our family also wants to grow that... drought-resistant rice. I want to ask you how to grow it?"

Wang Shufen's family had twelve acres of land. After discussing with her family, she decided to plant six acres first and asked her to come and see how to exchange the seedlings. If she wanted to exchange them for silver, it would not be an easy thing for the Li family who had to support a scholar.

Mrs. Sun knew that Wang Shufen and she were worried about the same thing, so she quickly told Wang Shufen to prevent Xiuying from saying it again. What if she got tired? "That rice is called drought-resistant and flood-resistant rice. Xiuying just told me that her family wants to cultivate nine acres of rice fields. We can buy it in exchange for work."

When Wang Shufen heard that she could use her work to buy rice, she burst into tears. Xiuying was really thinking about everyone! Most families in the village could afford to eat a full meal now, but it was not easy to come up with money. Everyone's daily necessities were stored with the rice they exchanged with Xiuying, and then they would go to the town to exchange it when the market came.

"Xiuying, Auntie thanks you on behalf of everyone."

Xiuying was very happy that most people in Murakami were able to accept new things, which was more of a sign of everyone's trust in her.

In addition to Li Shenghui who is studying, Wang Shufang's family has three strong laborers. Together with the three sons of Sun Dasao's family, there are six laborers in total.

Seven or eight more families from the village joined in one after another. All of them were good at farming. Together with the labor force at home, Xiuying had a team of more than 20 people for spring plowing.

After a few days, he would go to the city again to sell the rice paper, and then buy a cow and two donkeys. A cow can plow five acres of land a day. Xiuying got nine acres when she divided the family property, and it would take two days at most to plow the land. Together with the rice planting, he would have twenty laborers now, and it would be completed in two or three days at most.

Thinking of her nine acres of land, Xiuying felt that it was still too little and she had to find an opportunity to buy some land.

When Zhao Cunliang saw that more and more people in the village were planting drought-resistant rice, he began to panic. His family had 14 acres of land, the largest in the village. If the seedlings were really as drought-resistant and high-yielding as Xiuying said, wouldn't it be a big loss if he didn't plant them?

It was impossible for him to work instead of buying, and it was even more impossible to buy it with money. In addition, since he wanted to steal Xiuying's livelihood, Xiuying would not let him plant it. The most important thing was that he had to plant the seedlings he got from her. How could he put his face down?

He, Zhao Cunliang, is one of the most important figures in the village!

"Dad, are you sure Aunt Xiuying is going to the city today?"

Guangzong squatted in the grass, wearing a grass ring on his head for cover, with a helpless look on his face.

Behind Guangzong squats Yaozu

"Dad, why don't we go back? We're almost fed to mosquitoes here."

Zhao Cunliang squatted in the grass, his eyes looking towards the village entrance, and complained to his two sons, "What do you know? Does Dad need you two to teach him how to do things?"

Guangzong was the eldest grandson in the family. He was pulled up by Zhao Cunliang before dawn and squatted in the grass outside the village entrance, complaining in his heart.

"Dad, why don't we let grandma go to Aunt's house and make a scene. Aunt is afraid of grandma, so maybe she will obediently send the seedlings to us."

Speaking of grandma Yaozu, he became proud

"Yes, Dad, let Grandma go. If Auntie wants us, her golden grandchildren, to work instead of buy, she will definitely scold her. Then not only will she give us the seedlings for nothing, but she will also have to ask the villagers to plant the seedlings for us."

Guangzong echoed: "Second brother, you are right. Does Second Aunt still dare to quarrel with Grandma?"

The two brothers' dissatisfaction with Zhao Cunliang reached its peak. How could their father not understand such a simple truth?

"Crack! Crack!"

Zhao Cunliang rewarded his two sons with a big bag each.

"You two idiots, how come you only grow in age but not in brains?"

Their family doesn't even qualify for labor-for-purchase now, yet they still expect Yang Xiuying to deliver the seedlings?

Jingle bells…jingle bells…

The sound of cowbells can be heard in the distance

Xiuying took her eldest daughter Taohua to Nanyang Prefecture to deliver rice paper and brought back some rice seedlings.

Taohua was driving the ox cart and nudged Xiuying with her elbow.

"Mother, look, there are people in the haystack in front. They look like uncle and Guangzongyaozu."

Xiuying took a quick look and realized that she had spotted Zhao Cunliang sneaking around the hillside a few days ago. It turned out that he was waiting for her here.

She calmly said to Taohua beside her, "Slow down, don't let your uncle lose you."

"Okay, grandma."

Taohua pulled the rope and the big yellow ox slowed down.

When they were almost at the city gate, the leisurely ox suddenly quickened its pace. Taohua quickly paid the two-cent entrance fee and drove the ox cart into the city.

Zhao Cunliang and his two older sons watched the ox cart disappear at the city gate. They were caught off guard and ran away, but when the father and his two sons arrived, the ox cart had long disappeared.

Zhao Cunliang sneered, "This widow ran so fast that anyone who didn't know her would think she was going to meet a strange man. Isn't it just a four-legged ox cart? What's so great about it?"