Reborn in 1965, I can obtain resources just by sweeping the floor.

In one morning, they plowed about ten acres of land. Most of the time was spent teaching Feng Chengyu and Yang Qingshan. The two of them were really dedicated to learning. From the beginning, when they were wobbling and the vehicle would stall as they went, they can now drive normally for a certain distance.

"Alright, that's enough for this morning's crafts. We'll continue this afternoon."

Seeing that it was almost time, Su Chen said something to Feng Chengyu and Yang Qingshan.

"Master Su, you should go back first. We'll practice a little longer, and then we'll take turns going back for dinner to prevent anyone from coming and damaging this treasure."

Perhaps it's because people are more enlightened these days. Su Chen didn't dampen their enthusiasm, told them not to overwork themselves, and then went back by himself.

"Ding! Cultivating land has successfully triggered a talent change, increasing the arable spiritual field area by ten acres."

He had only taken a few steps after turning around when a notification sound suddenly rang in his mind, causing Su Chen to stop.

Is that okay? Or does it mean the rewards increase after upgrading the talent?

He looked back at the patch of land he had cultivated that morning, and then at the patch of land that had appeared after the thick fog dissipated in the spirit field. For a moment, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

The good news is that I finally know how to increase the area of ​​the spirit field, but this thing can only be unlocked by working in the fields. Is this going to disrupt my plan to live a life of leisure in the clinic?

Shaking his head speechlessly, Su Chen slowly returned home. Bai Peiyao and Feng Lan had just returned from the fields.

“My little brother Kenny drove the tractor to plow the fields today, he was so cool! It’s a pity there are no female tractor drivers in the village. You have no idea how tiring it is to turn the soil with a shovel. Look, I have blisters on my hands.”

"I know you're tired. It's mainly because you've just started working and haven't quite gotten the hang of it yet. You'll get used to it after a while. I'll give you a good meal today. Go wash your hands, I've already prepared lunch."

These past few days, Bai Peiyao and Feng Lan have truly witnessed what it means to sweat and toil. They've been here for a few months, just in time for the winter in Northeast China. In the past, they had only heard Yu Mei and Li Delin talk about how hard it was to work, but they only realized how tough and tiring it was when they actually started working.

"What did you do? When did you do it?"

Upon hearing Su Chen say that lunch was ready, Feng Lan's eyes widened, and she glanced at the kitchen several times in disbelief.

"When we were plowing the land, the three of us would take turns resting. I would come back and cook some rice and a little bit of pork ribs."

"I love you so much, little brother! I want to eat two big bowls!"

Actually, people are very busy during this period. They basically only have an hour between finishing work and starting work. Most people do more work in the morning and then heat it up a bit at noon so they can eat quickly and rest for a while.

The two quickly went inside, washed their hands, and then rushed straight to the kitchen, clearly very hungry.

"It smells so good! It smells so good! Little brother, whoever marries you in the future will be so happy."

The white rice paired with the fragrant pork ribs was almost too much for Feng Lan to eat, but she still couldn't help but give Su Chen a thumbs up and praise him.

"Sister Xiaolan, didn't you say you would be my concubine? You'll definitely get a share of the good life."

Since there was no one else around, Su Chen had gotten used to joking with Feng Lan.

"It's settled then. Yao Yao and I will both marry you. Xiang, another bowl."

Seeing Feng Lan's carefree attitude, Bai Peiyao couldn't help but roll her eyes at her, but her eyes couldn't help but steal a few glances at Su Chen.

After several months of training, plus the system rewards, Su Chen is no longer the weakling he was when he first arrived.

He had grown five or six centimeters taller, his face had become fuller, and his skin was fair and rosy, even better than Bai Peiyao's. He had thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a full forehead, which perfectly matched the aesthetics of the time, unlike the effeminate men who would later become popular.

Noticing Bai Peiyao's gaze, Su Chen looked up at her. Bai Peiyao blushed and quickly lowered her head to eat her rice in large mouthfuls.

When Su Chen arrived at the field in the afternoon, he saw that Feng Chengyu and Yang Qingshan had already started tilling the land. Su Chen stood aside and watched quietly. After a while, he suddenly remembered the seeds in his backpack, hurriedly greeted them, and ran to find Yang Dazhuang.

"Is what you're saying true? You really can get high-yield seeds."

Upon hearing Su Chen say that he could obtain some high-quality, high-yield seeds from the farm through that uncle, Yang Dazhuang became much more energetic.

"Uncle Yang, don't get excited. Even if you manage to get some seeds, it won't be a lot. A few dozen acres of each kind should be enough."

Last night, Su Chen did the calculations: 500 jin of corn seeds, at 5 or 6 jin per mu, would only cover 80 or 90 mu; wheat would cover 27 or 28 jin per mu, so 1,000 jin would only cover 30 or 40 mu; plus several dozen mu of soybeans.

“That’s quite a lot. If we can really plant high-quality, high-yield varieties, there will definitely be more grain left in the village. Thank you, Uncle Xiaochen. But I still need to have a meeting to discuss this matter. After all, things are different now than in previous years. Zhao Cuihua and the others are watching us all the time.”

Although the Revolutionary Committee didn't have much official business, they were actually quite involved in many things. They could get involved in almost everything, including what to plant on the land in the village.

After dinner, Yang Dazhuang convened a village meeting, where he mentioned that Su Chen could obtain high-quality, high-yield seeds.

"No, we must follow the highest directive. The grain grown in the village is to ensure revolutionary production. How can we treat this as a joke? And if you bring seeds from the farm, then the farm's land will have no seeds to use. What kind of behavior is this? You are undermining socialism. You are committing a crime."

As soon as Yang Dazhuang finished speaking, Zhang Cuihua immediately stood up and loudly retorted. At the same time, she said that the Revolutionary Committee would definitely report the situation to the Township Revolutionary Committee and would ask the leaders to send a work team to Kaoshantun to guide the work, so as to ensure that not a single grain of this year's grain quota is missed.

"Ahem! Director Zhang, I think you've misunderstood. We're not talking about stealing or selling farm seeds. Rather, the farm is providing us with seeds to ensure a good harvest in the fall."

They had anticipated that Zhang Cuihua and the others would object, because these past few days, they had been adhering to the principle of resolutely opposing anything that was beneficial to people, while vigorously promoting and supporting anything that was not beneficial.

"That won't do either. All the land in our village belongs to the collective. You should complete the tasks assigned by the collective. What to plant on each plot of land and what seeds to plant have all been strictly discussed by the higher authorities. No individual should question or change the regulations."

Zhang Cuihua was like a rock in a latrine, smelly and hard, and completely ignored what Village Chief Yang said.

"That's settled then. We'll reclaim the riverbanks near the main river and plant high-quality, high-yield crops. We can then make a comparison later, since those lands aren't subject to quotas anyway."

Yang Dazhuang originally wanted to plant high-quality wheat on the land that had been leveled over the past few days, but now he has to settle for second best.

"That's not good either..."

"The village chief was sabotaged by someone, and we caught him."

Just then, a man suddenly pushed open the conference room door and shouted a few words to Yang Dazhuang, panting heavily.

What? Someone is causing trouble? What exactly happened?

Upon hearing that someone was causing trouble, Yang Dazhuang couldn't sit still any longer. He jumped up from his chair, went straight to the door, and asked anxiously.

"Here's what happened. Yang Qingshan and I were chatting at their house when he mentioned that he had forgotten his jacket on the tractor. So we went to get it from the tractor, but as soon as we got there, we saw someone acting suspiciously around the tractor. Then he even took out kerosene and tried to set the tractor on fire. We immediately rushed over and grabbed him."

After calming down, the visitor briefly recounted what had happened.

Upon hearing this, Yang Dazhuang was shocked. Who on earth was so audacious as to damage collective property, especially the most valuable tractor?

“This is outrageous! Absolutely outrageous! I’d like to see who has the audacity to come to Kaoshantun and cause such a disturbance.”