Stepmother in charge: Making a fortune through farming and raising her children to fight back

Old Mrs. Qin was weaving the washed wool in the house.

Yun Zhenzhen took the children to tinker with the unwashed wool. Washing hundreds of kilograms of wool was not a small project. For several days in a row, basins of dirty water were brought out from home and poured onto the ground in the backyard.

While watering a large area of ​​weeds to death, Yun Zhenzhen also discovered a large area of ​​purple amaranth.

In addition to being edible, the purple juice boiled from purple amaranth can also be used for dyeing. Although white wool looks good, it is not very resistant to stains, so it is better to dye it purple-red.

Wait until next summer, when spring is in full bloom, and go for a walk in the mountains. There will be more options for dyeing. Roses can be dyed pink, and isatis root can be dyed blue.

During this period, she asked her eldest son to go to the town's pharmacy to buy some alum, which was called white alum in that era. It could be used for dyeing and fixing colors. She had seen it before when she was stockpiling medicinal materials, but she had not thought of it at that time.

When the last few pounds of wool were hung up to dry, they had nothing to do and finally had time to rest.

The weather has been sunny for the past few days, and the potatoes grown by other families in the village are about to have a good harvest.

The village chief held a meeting under the big locust tree at the entrance of the village, and each household began to officially harvest potatoes. Potatoes are different from wheat, so harvesting them is easier and the speed is relatively faster.

Many families go out with their whole family, even the little kids who run around everywhere every day come along and go to the fields.

There is a lot of rain in late autumn. If it rains in the middle of harvesting, the potatoes buried in the ground will easily rot. The whole family needs to be busy all the time. It took two or three days to harvest all the potatoes in the field.

When Wang Ze first came, he helped thresh the wheat, but he was not there when the potatoes were harvested last time. He was curious about this for a long time. Finally, Xu Linger took him to the old house to help. Seeing the round beans being dug out one by one, he felt a sense of pride in his heart.

The potatoes planted this time can produce 300 to 400 kilograms per mu. Combined with the wheat harvested before, the total grain output this year is at least 400 to 500 kilograms per mu, which has completely subverted everyone's imagination.

Yun Zhenzhen was also a little surprised.

If potatoes could be promoted in ancient times, the lives of the lower classes would definitely be much better.

She was about to go back and turn over the wool that had been dried in the sun. While she was busy, she suddenly heard a loud noise outside the yard.

Leading the way were the village chief's wife and daughter-in-law, followed by many aunts, each carrying a large basket in their hands.

Yun Zhenzhen quickly put down what she was holding and came out to greet him: "What happened? Why are there so many people here?"

The village chief's wife smiled and said, "Didn't we agree before that after the potato harvest, every household in Qinjia Village would send you ten kilograms of potatoes?"

"If you hadn't discovered potatoes, who would have known there were such high-yield, fast-maturing crops? It's like you saved the entire Qinjia Village. We planted two acres and harvested 700 to 800 kilograms. You must take these 20 kilograms of potatoes."

Qin Zhan's wife also squeezed in. "My husband didn't dig many potatoes at the time, but he couldn't bear to see the children starve, so he ate half. He only planted one acre of land, but he still harvested three or four hundred kilograms. You must accept these ten kilograms of potatoes."

Aunt Zhao squeezed in and said, "That's right, Sister Yun, this is what you deserve, take it quickly."

After she finished speaking, she even extended the basket towards him: "My family has selected only big and good potatoes for you to send over. There are no bad ones. I'll send them directly to you..."

Yun Zhenzhen was a little amused and helpless.

She knew that Sister Zhao was supporting her and hinting to other people in the village not to use such bad things to make up the numbers.

Sure enough, a few aunts at the end of the crowd left dejectedly, probably going back to exchange for potatoes.

A shaky old woman came over with a bag in her hand. "Shouze family, these are potatoes grown by our children. I brought some for you."

During the conscription a few years ago, in addition to Qin Shouze, many of his peers in the village were also conscripted, leaving behind the elderly, the weak, women and children in their families.

There is no way. It is already difficult for poor families to have enough food to eat, and they cannot afford to pay extra money to offset the conscription quota.

Yun Zhenzhen pushed the potato bag back and said, "Mother-in-law, you don't have any sons, only a few children. Logically speaking, I can't accept these potatoes."

After she finished speaking, she solemnly addressed the crowd, "I appreciate your kindness in sending me potatoes. I can accept gifts from others, but for the elderly, women, and children in the village, as well as those without a working-age adult, please don't send anything. I won't accept any..."

Upon hearing this, several families in the crowd thanked the donors repeatedly and took the potato bags back. It was not that they did not want to give them away, but they simply did not grow enough potatoes, and if they gave them away, their families would not have enough to eat.

But some people were determined not to leave, like Granny Wang in front of them: "If it weren't for you, there would be no potato harvest at all. It's all thanks to you that our family doesn't go hungry. These ten kilograms of food are far from enough to express our gratitude, but this is all we can give you now. You must accept it."

After saying that, she rushed into the yard, put down the bag, turned around and left. Although the old woman looked old, she walked very fast at this moment.

With Grandma Wang demonstrating, other families in the village followed suit, walking directly into the yard and putting down the potatoes. Even Aunt Yang, who had always been at odds with Yun Zhenzhen, brought a full load of potatoes.

The whole village brought potatoes over one after another, and Yun Zhenzhen's family suddenly had nearly one or two thousand kilograms of potatoes, which was equivalent to the family's harvest for several years. Fortunately, the newly built house was large, otherwise it would not be able to accommodate them.

Her idea brought a good potato harvest to Qinjia Village, so that people would no longer go hungry. At the same time, she also gained the kindness and gratitude of the villagers.

After everyone dispersed, Zhang Qiang stood in a corner with an indignant look on his face.

He was a well-known lazy man in the village. Ever since Aunt Qiang and her son and daughter stopped coming home to live, no one had taken care of the fields at home. Naturally, his family had no share in the last potato planting. It was thanks to his parents that they had taken care of half an acre of land and planted some potatoes, otherwise the whole family would have starved to death.

He can't even feed himself, so he won't send potatoes here. He grew them with great effort, so why should he give them away for free?

But seeing that most of the fertile land at home has been abandoned, I can't expect that no one will plant it next year. No matter what, I'd better find a way to coax my wife back. Someone has to take care of the land.

After thinking about it, he decided to go visit Aunt Qiang's parents.

Suddenly, a person jumped out from the corner. It was Aunt Fugui.

Ever since the affair between the two men was exposed, they have not met in broad daylight, for fear of being drowned in spit by the villagers.

Aunt Fugui gave Zhang Qiang a look, indicating that the two of them should go to the woods behind to talk. Zhang Qiang didn't want to have anything to do with her anymore. Seeing this, Aunt Fugui's face suddenly became gloomy and she walked straight towards him.

Seeing her aggressive attitude, Zhang Qiang had no choice but to compromise and follow her into the woods.

Aunt Fugui looked at him, touched her belly lovingly, and said softly: "Brother Qiang, I think I'm pregnant..."