After he and his mother-in-law separated, he built a house and stocked a warehouse full of grain and

"Good?" Fan Damu asked casually, "How good can your life be?"

After staying in the village for decades, he still doesn't know.

Pair the black noodles with a lot of vegetables. Just cook it. Add enough salt and fill your stomach with water. That's it.

Yes, the villagers made a lot of rice by following Fan Jin last year. The rice can be exchanged for silver, but didn’t the silver build a house? There is nothing left.

This year, we encountered floods even after a few times. After the floods, Fan Jin and his family were afraid that they would not have enough rice, so they could only eat potatoes to satisfy their hunger, let alone give it to the village masters.

In the face of disaster, how can one care about other people?

There are only a few families growing potatoes in the village. How can they not feed them to other villagers? Just dream, there is everything in dreams.

"They now have three meals a day, at least two dry meals, and they can still eat eggs and meat from time to time. Their life is much easier than before." Fan Erzhu said angrily.

Although I don't want to admit it, I have to admit that the lives of other families in the village are very different from before.

Fan Damu, who had been leaning on the door frame, stood up straight. The carelessness on his face disappeared, and his voice darkened: "There is no rice harvest, the fertile fields have been washed away, and winter wheat cannot be grown. Can we eat three meals a day? Can we still eat it?" Serve meat and eggs?”

The chickens, ducks and geese raised at home can lay eggs, but in the past they would be gathered together and taken out for salt!

Not to mention meat, just a few chickens, ducks and geese, they will be gone if you kill them, how can you be willing to eat them.

Are the villagers crazy? Having a hard time?

He looked at the three people in front of him and asked in disbelief: "Did they sell their sons and daughters? Is that why they have food?"

Fan Qian and the other three looked ugly and hesitated for a while.

Their family is the only one in the village who sells their daughter. Wouldn't it be embarrassing to say it now?

Fortunately, the younger brother was sold to his own brother, not an outsider, and adoption was nothing.

Fan Qian said with a guilty conscience: "No, Zhang Tuzi's family sold more than 20 acres of land to his sister-in-law, and exchanged it for a lot of corn noodles, which is enough for the whole family."

Fan Sanzhu rushed to explain, explaining in detail and clearly: "Last month, Mr. Bai hired someone to transport potatoes to Nanning. The price was quite good. Most people earned three or four taels of silver. At that time, the price of black noodles had just increased, and there were still It was not as expensive as it is now. The villagers bought several hundred kilograms and kept it at home.

Now I have even more money from selling rabbits. I don’t need to exchange eggs for salt, so I can eat them as I am busy with farming. "

When he talked about eggs, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva. His playmate said that now the family collects eight or nine eggs a day, and seven or eight of them are cooked and eaten!

The mushrooms I picked up before can be exchanged for eggs at his uncle's and aunt's house. The black noodles are paired with eggs, and even the black noodles are smooth and fragrant.

Fan Erzhu and Fan Qian felt a little sad. Their family was one of the few and had only earned one tael of silver. However, when he thought that Zhang Tuzi's family had not earned even this one tael of silver, his depression and depression were wiped away.

"Busy farming? What kind of busy farming is it now?" Fan Damu asked bluntly, picking the key points.

Potatoes have been planted in the first half of the year. Should we still plant winter wheat? However, the fertile soil of the fertile fields in the village was washed away, leaving behind a hardened plot where crops could not take root. Not only was the effort wasted, but wheat seeds were also wasted!

"The villagers are planning to plant another season of potatoes at the end of this month and the beginning of next month. The old village chief and the others found an unowned hill. Each household in the village carried the soil to their own fields and planted winter wheat." Fan Qian rose. Stock Fan Damu felt something was wrong.

Why does he act so condescending, always asking questions, only asking about things he cares about, but never saying a word if he wants to help.

But now that I have something to ask of him, I can't help but answer.

Fan Erzhu and Fan Sanzhu had no objections to the matter of picking soil. From the bottom of their hearts, they believed that the old village chief did the right thing. Otherwise, there would be no food harvest if the fields could not be planted, and there would be nothing to eat if the harvest was confiscated!

When they heard their father talking about the old village chief, the two proudly straightened their backs and agreed very much.

Fan Damu took a deep breath, a trace of uncertainty flashed in his eyes.

All the families in the village survived unexpectedly. They didn't have to sell their bodies or their children to survive. Not only did they survive now, but they also had enough food to eat later.

In other words, he was the only one who sold the entire Shanshui Village?

He knew that his own food would never be able to sustain the next harvest.

On the day when the flood receded, he went to see the rice fields early. Seeing the miserable mess, he went straight to Fucheng without even looking back. He thought it was a wise move for him to sell his house first and keep the whole family alive. Waiting for children to be sold one after another in the village, even if they can't sell them, they can only wait to die. As a result...

Then wouldn't he become the joke of the whole village?

Shaking his head, he looked at the three of them, narrowed his eyes and asked, "How can we only have three or four taels of silver? Didn't you tell me the truth?"

Oil, salt, etc. don’t require money! You can save on other things, but you cannot save on these two things.

For a family of more than a dozen people, three or four taels of silver may seem like a lot, but it can be spent very quickly.

"No! People in our village still raise rabbits. As you know, Uncle Damu, several rabbits have been put out for sale since last month and have been sold this month. The rabbit is so fat that it sells very well." Fan Erzhu said. The words were a bit sour.

That rabbit is really fat, much heavier than a hare, and I don’t know how it was raised.

Fan Damu thought of the rabbits that Fan Jin gave him last time. They were extremely fat. One rabbit was only two or three heavier than the previous hares. He asked his mother-in-law to honor his mistress with two rabbits, and the one he owned was treated as a treat to the steward. , the manager kept praising how delicious it was, and asked him to find a way to get another one to drink with him.

Where can he get it? That's why others fawned over him.

Hearing Er Zhu's words, he remembered that Fan Jin's family did raise rabbits. At the beginning of this year, the villagers exchanged old hens with his family for rabbits. After all, the babies born to them would be ready for the market.

"It's always been more than a hundred cash, three or four at a time, that's four or five hundred cash. If you sell it once every ten days, you can earn more than a thousand cash a month. Uncle Damu, tell me if they don't need to exchange chicken and duck eggs for coarse salt. "

Fan Damu was panicking, and the more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he became.

It was a hard life to be slaves. Their family became slaves, but everyone in the village was living well...

There are so many refugees, why aren’t there them... refugees? Magistrate Wu is worried about the victims of the disaster recently. If he diverts the refugees' disaster eastward, will it not only relieve his family's troubles, but also help him get rid of these vicious flies...

Xu Laosan, Fan Xiaoliu and four other people pulled the trolley to the county government office and after looking around, they immediately gave up the idea of ​​looking for Fan Damu!

There are layers upon layers of people, so densely packed that the entrance to the yamen is blocked so hard that no water can get in. With so many people, can relief food reach them even if there is disaster relief?

Besides, if we can go through the back door, the county magistrate, master, and yamen servants have no relatives and friends. They are just the same villagers of Fan Damu, so it is impossible to keep them close.