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

Ten days later, the wheat officially entered the harvest season.

Although Yang Dazhuang told people that all but the seeds of these forty mu of high-quality wheat had to be handed over to the township, the people were very unhappy. But when it came time to work, no one tried to cheat or shirk their responsibilities.

We're contributing to the country's development. If we can't keep it this year, we'll see next year. Once we've planted all of this high-yield wheat next year, we'll definitely have a good year.

“You guys stay here and keep watch. If you see any strangers entering the village, knock on this enamel basin. Do you hear me?”

Because of the busy autumn harvest, the school was on holiday. Yang Dazhuang called his grandson to the village entrance and repeatedly gave him instructions.

"Understood, Grandpa. Don't worry, I'll complete the mission!"

Although he didn't know what his grandfather was doing, Yang Tiezhu still made a very serious promise to Yang Dazhuang.

After arranging for Yang Tiezhu to guard the village entrance, Yang Dazhuang gathered Yang Erlin and several other strong young men together and whispered a few words of advice to them.

"Don't worry, village chief, I guarantee that outsiders won't be able to tell the difference."

"Go ahead, but be careful. Once you hear the news at the village entrance, stop immediately and don't let the township's work team find you."

Yang Erlin and the others agreed and hitched up the oxcart to start working between the two plots of land.

If the yield is 700 jin per mu, then averaging it out to 100 jin per mu in low-yield plots is fine, right? This way, the average yield per mu can be increased, can't it?

Yang Erlin and his team worked like ants carrying house, hauling the harvested wheat back and forth. After a few days, the wheat yield in that low-yield field had increased significantly.

Ding! The application of machinery has greatly improved production efficiency, successfully triggering the talent change. The automatic harvesting and automatic cultivation functions of the Spirit Plant Garden are now available. All low-level spirit fields in Spirit Plant Garden No. 14 are now open. Backpack space increased by 100. Rewards...

After the technicians from the agricultural machinery station installed and debugged the thresher, the expected beeping sound rang out.

Name: Su Chen

Talent: Alteration (D9%)

Skills: Archery (Master), Perfect Shot (Divine Skill), Proficiency in Languages, Proficiency in Writing, Proficiency in History, Proficiency in Mechanics...

Power: 35

Intelligence: 40

Agility: 35

Constitution: 37

Spirit: 39

Luck: 8%

Training methods: Fanziquan (proficient level), Bajiquan (proficient level), Traditional Chinese Medicine (proficient level), Western Medicine (advanced level), Xuanhuang Yinqi Jue (99% beginner level)

Backpack: 150/300

Assets: 9891 yuan, 7500 grams of gold

After checking the panel, Su Chen was very satisfied. However, he didn't quite understand the 8% luck value. He wondered what people's luck value was under normal circumstances.

If my luck level reached 100%, would I be able to find money on the street?

Imagining himself picking up money as he walked, Su Chen couldn't help but grin.

"Master! Master, your smile is so lewd. Are you peeping at Miss Lin?"

Just as Su Chen was grinning foolishly, an annoying voice came from beside him, scaring all the money on the ground away.

"Yang Qingshan, why aren't you harvesting your wheat? What are you doing here?"

Following Yang Qingshan's gaze, sure enough, not far away, Lin Wanying was bending over and vigorously swinging a sickle.

"Hehehe, Master, I understand! By the way, Master, Village Chief Yang just came to see you, saying he has something to discuss with you."

Lin Qingshan gave him a knowing look, then pointed in the direction of Su Chen's house.

"Okay! Keep up your work. Oh, and tell the villagers to be very careful when using the threshing machine, especially the two people feeding the grain..."

"Yes, Master. The technicians at the agricultural machinery station have already given me those instructions."

Back home, Su Chen saw Yang Dazhuang sitting on the steps outside the clinic, puffing on his pipe.

"Uncle Yang, you called me? What do you need me for?"

"Xiao Su, we really owe you a lot this time. I just went to see it, and that machine is really useful. Before, we used oxen to pull stone rollers to thresh wheat, and we couldn't thresh much in a day. At this speed, it will be more than half the time earlier than before, so we can plant more wheat next year."

"Uncle Yang, you're too kind. I'm also a member of Kaoshantun. It's only right that I do my part for the village. But I really have to thank Station Chief Wang this time. If it weren't for his approval, we probably wouldn't have gotten this threshing machine in a few years."

"You're right. I heard our county waited several years for just two of these machines. But let's not talk about that. I've called you here today to ask you to find some meat from the woods."

“The villagers work the hardest during the autumn harvest, and I want to improve their meals. In the past, wild boars and other wild animals would come down from the mountains to steal grain during the autumn harvest, but I don’t know what’s wrong this year. I haven’t seen a single one.”

Seeing Yang Dazhuang's bewildered look, Su Chen couldn't help but chuckle. Ever since the Spirit Beast Garden and Spirit Bird Garden in his space opened, Su Chen had discovered that he could also store those living creatures in his space.

So during that time, Su Chen often ran up the back mountain and brought the nearby wild rabbits, pheasants, wild boars, roe deer, and deer into his space.

They even caught a lot of small fish and shrimp and threw them into the moat in the space.

"Okay, I'll go up the mountain tomorrow and see if I can get some meat. By the way, Uncle Yang, it's almost the Mid-Autumn Festival. What kind of things will our village give out to the people?"

"What's there to give away? What's there to give away in our village? We've been getting by all these years."

Yang Dazhuang waved his hand dismissively.

"Uncle Yang, why don't you consider setting up an orchard in our village? Not only can you make money selling fruit, but you can also..."

"You little brat, you want to send your uncle to jail, don't you know that the crackdown on capitalism is in full swing right now? They don't even allow more than two chickens a day, and you want to start an orchard? You're too audacious! You'd better spare me, I want to live a few more years!"

“Uncle Yang, I didn’t say we should plant fruit trees on good land. We can plant apples and pears on those hillsides and small hills. In a few years, there will be orchards. Besides, these orchards belong to the village collective. How can they be considered the tail end of capitalism?”

"Is this...is this okay? I'll ask Mayor Liu next time I go to the township for a meeting. If it's feasible, it's definitely a good idea."

"Uncle Yang, if the higher-ups allow it, then we'll plant more. I'll figure out how to get fruit tree seedlings. My uncle mentioned a while ago that he had some apples and pears, so this year we can let everyone taste them. If everyone thinks they taste good, then we'll plant that variety next year."

"Really? That's great! You do the math, how much would it cost for a family to have two apples? Our village still has some savings."

The village has more than 70 households, and each household has two apples, so there are only a little over 100 apples, which doesn't cost much.

Two apples per family? That's too stingy. But considering the village's economic situation, Su Chen felt relieved. This was only because they had the income from medicinal herbs this year. In previous years, Yang Dazhuang probably wouldn't even be willing to give up two apples per family.

"Uncle Yang, you don't need to pay. Since it's for people to taste, we definitely can't accept money. So, we'll each have two apples and two pears. Whether you're an adult or a child, I'll bring over several varieties so everyone can choose the best ones, and then we'll get saplings of those varieties."

Upon hearing Su Chen say that each person would receive two apples and two pears, Yang Dazhuang's lips twitched violently a few times. Seventy-odd households were neither a large nor a small number; that added up to several hundred people. How much money would that cost?

"No! No, Xiao Su, I know you have the heart and the ability, but I can't let so many people take advantage of you. One for each person will do."

Seeing Yang Dazhuang's determined gaze, Su Chen didn't insist any further. He was still thinking of using up the stock in his backpack, and now that he had a few hundred, it was just a drop in the ocean.

……

After the wheat harvest was completed, the Mid-Autumn Festival was just around the corner. When Yang Dazhuang announced that apples and pears would be collected from the village committee that evening, the entire village, young and old, gasped in disbelief.

Su Chen wasn't enthusiastic about distributing apples that evening, nor did he go to watch the excitement. After Feng Lan and the others went to the village committee chatting and laughing, Su Chen slipped into his spatial dimension.

He originally thought he could master the Xuanhuang Qi-Inducing Technique in ten days or half a month, but after reaching 99%, his progress became as slow as a snail. Today, after dinner, he sensed a strange aura in his body, which made him both nervous and excited.

Taking a deep breath and calming his mind, Su Chen began to condense and search for that invisible and intangible yet real aura, following the guidance of the Xuanhuang Qi-Guiding Technique.