Bring your aunt to eat big meat, the scumbag father's family is furious

Dayong waited for Qiao Jianer to continue speaking.

"When the villagers have reached a certain level and become a real threat to the grain collection team, you brothers can take people there. First, we can help you make contributions. Second, I want to promote something that will allow us to grow rice for another season and survive the winter, thus helping the people get through this food crisis."

"What is that?" Dayong became interested when he heard it.

He always felt that it was a waste that the farmland at home was left empty after the autumn harvest, but it was easily affected by severe frost and cold waves in winter and crops could not be grown.

Some families who didn't believe in this evil grew thin and small vegetables. When frost came, ice formed on the leaves and they were frozen to death.

Gradually, people stopped growing crops in winter and chose to eat dried and pickled vegetables prepared in summer and autumn.

No one grows second-season rice. Vegetables can still grow some leaves to eat, but rice basically does not ear.

Of course, in some years the winter temperature is higher and there is no frost, but this is a rare case.

Now that the grain has been requisitioned, some villagers are loosening the soil and wanting to plant a second crop of rice, but they are just trying their luck.

But even without frost, the temperature is still quite low and there won't be much yield.

"This kind of insulation shed, called a plastic greenhouse, is currently being set up in the yard of Zhao Lizheng's home to test the temperature inside and outside the shed."

“Once it’s proven to be able to keep the heat in, we’ll promote it in this village, and then to other villages and regions.”

Dayong's expression changed. "If it works, that would be great. The villagers can plant a second crop of rice and have another harvest. They won't think about rebelling and opposing the imperial court."

"Yes, but I want to present this method in front of more people, preferably when the situation is a little dangerous. The more this happens, the greater our contribution will be."

"Brother, send someone to keep an eye on those people. I want to know their movements in time."

Dayong was silent for a moment: "Okay."

Qiao Jianer saw the hesitation in Dayong's face and knew what he was thinking.

"Brother, don't you think this is not a good idea?"

Dayong has a sense of justice and must feel that it is too selfish.

Because we can calm the villagers down now without waiting for the situation to escalate.

"I, Jian'er, will listen to you. No matter what you do, it will benefit the whole family."

A hint of seriousness appeared on Qiao Jian'er's face. "In this world, if you want to live a better life, relying on brute force and martial arts is not enough. You also need to think about what kind of strategies and means are most effective for survival."

"Think about it, if it weren't for General Chu, we wouldn't have any power to fight back in front of Song Lao San. I'm afraid that now, my whole family would have gone to the underworld to report."

Dayong's expression became heavy. Jianer was right. Without Chu Zhuo, the sword in Song Laosan's hand would have been chopped down.

"General Chu may not be here forever. He may be transferred one day. When that happens, he will be at the mercy of others without anyone to rely on."

Dayong suddenly felt a little nervous and began to worry about the future.

"Brother, you now have some troops at your disposal. Of course, you have to protect the people and maintain peace in this area, but we also have to think about ourselves. If we don't harm the interests of the villagers and we can benefit from it, what's wrong with that?"

"If we don't become stronger soon, there will be countless troubles in the future."

If it weren’t for Song Lao San, Qiao Jianer wouldn’t have this sense of urgency.

Moreover, the Qiao family has a past that he cannot wash away. Just for this reason, he will never let the Qiao family go.

"Jian'er, you're really thoughtful. This family needs to work hard to move forward." Dayong slowly exhaled: "But don't worry, Jian'er, the Qiao family won't let you carry it all by yourself."

Now that it was decided, he knew that what he had to do was not just to have people monitor the developments.

We must also prevent those people from alarming Qu Jiantou's men, Song Laosan and General Guan's men.

We have to wait and see how they grow to a certain size and become a threat to the grain-collecting team. At this time, the Qiao family will play the biggest role.

Qiao Dayong called Dacheng and Dameng again, and the three of them discussed together and then took action.

Each of them took on a hundred people and began to consciously select people from them, cultivating people who were capable and trustworthy.

Only in this way can efficiency be improved. This is the team management method taught to them by the Yang brothers when they were escorting with them.

Now, let those people do their work.

Zhao Lizheng asked the Zhao family to guard the village entrance to prevent any villagers from joining the rebellion.

Fortunately, the people in Datian Village were frightened by his words, and no one dared to come up with such an idea again, and the night passed peacefully.

Early the next morning, Zhao Lizheng walked to the plastic shed, lifted a corner of it, and reached his hand in.

It is late autumn now and winter is approaching. The air is chilly.

But when I put my hand into the greenhouse, I felt a warmth, and the temperature was much higher than outside.

Zhao Lizheng's expression changed, and he tried the soil again, which was also warm.

This small piece of vegetable land is planted with cabbages. Because the weather has dropped in temperature, the cabbages are growing a little listless, but after being covered with this greenhouse, they seem to have become more lively.

Compared with another small vegetable plot, the difference can still be seen with the naked eye.

"It's done, it's done, this is really a good thing." Zhao Lizheng's voice was full of excitement.

"What is this? It's white and doesn't look like cloth. If I cover these crops, I'm afraid my cabbages will be suffocated to death."

Zhao Lizheng's daughter-in-law asked in confusion.

Yesterday she saw a few brothers cutting bamboo from the mountain, cutting it into thin strips, bending it into a certain arc and placing it on the vegetable field, and then covering it with this white thing. She asked another question, and Zhao Lizheng said she would understand it the next day.

But she still couldn't figure out anything.

"Wife, come here." Zhao Lizheng waved to her.

Zhou came over and squatted beside the shed, following Zhao Lizheng's example.

"Look at the temperature inside, isn't it a little higher?"

Zhou put her hand in and felt the warmth all over her hand. She was surprised and said, "It's true. I didn't expect something this thin could actually keep warm."

It was as if the warm air was locked inside.

"Also, the temperature inside the soil is higher than outside."

Zhou dug her hands into the soil and nodded, "Yes, these little cabbages look a little more energetic."

Then Zhao Lizheng called the nearby villagers to come and see, and everyone was amazed.

"It's strange. Even if you completely seal an area, there's no difference in temperature between inside and outside. This is a good thing! If you use it to cover crops in the winter, won't the crops grow strong and healthy?"

"You don't have to worry about being affected by frost or severe cold. You can eat fresh vegetables. In winter, fresh and good vegetables are grown in places with hot springs, or shipped from neighboring countries to the south. The price is very high."

"Brother Zhao, where did this thing come from?"