Siheyuan: Bringing Warehouses to 1959

This kind of land turning is not the same as that kind of land turning!

It means to search in the fields that have already been harvested to find the food that has been left behind.

There are two problems with this behavior. First, if the land is harvested too cleanly, people who go there next time may not get anything. Second, is it allowed?

But nowadays, tilling the land is definitely not allowed, because it is an act of digging into the country's territory.

And in the current situation, there is nothing to find in the fields. Everything that can be harvested has been harvested. It would be better to go find some wild vegetables, leaves, tree bark, etc.

During the lean period, clever rural people invented many ways of eating food that had not been invented before, such as how to remove the bitterness from grass roots.

Relying on this, rural people get by step.

On Saturday afternoon, before getting off work, grandma tidied up at home. Her granddaughters Jinhuan and Yinhuan were not at home, so only grandma and the youngest Xiaohuan were at home.

Seeing that her grandmother had packed up and was about to go out, Xiao Huan sensibly brought her a straw hat and said, "Grandma, where are you going?"

"Grandma, we need to go to the fields!" Grandma took the straw hat and said with a smile.

"Grandma, why are you going to the fields? Take Xiaohuan with you!" The sunlight in the yard was a little dazzling, and Xiaohuan squinted.

"Grandma is going to the fields to dig sweet potatoes. Xiaohuan, you can go, but you have to be obedient."

"Okay, Xiaohuan loves digging sweet potatoes the most. Grandma, wait a minute, I'll go get something..."

Zengzhuang grows many varieties of crops, including vegetables. At noon, my grandmother heard her daughter-in-law say that the sweet potatoes in a field in the village had been harvested, so she wanted to go and see if she could find any that had escaped the net.

At this time, sweet potatoes are more popular than sweet potatoes.

As for whether they can dig or not, at this point, the militia company in Zengzhuang almost turned a blind eye. They have elderly people in their own families, so as long as they don't dig in unharvested fields, it's fine.

After a while, Xiaohuan came with a basket containing a short wooden stick with a piece of iron tied to the front end. This was her tool.

After the summer harvest started in the village, Xiaohuan used this tool to follow her grandmother to harvest some things, including sweet potatoes, peanuts, etc. Although the quantity was pitifully small, both her grandmother and Xiaohuan were very satisfied.

"Xiaohuan is so great!" Grandma went into the house and took out a broken straw hat for her granddaughter to wear.

The grandparents and grandchildren set off holding hands.

"Grandma, what should we do if we dig up sweet potatoes?"

"How would you like to eat, Xiao Huan?"

"Xiao Huan wants to save it and roast it for Big Brother when he comes back after the frost."

"Hey, our Xiaohuan is really sensible. If we dig it up, we will send it to your eldest brother's house tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay, Xiaohuan will go too..."

After a while, the grandparents and grandson came to the edge of the field. Several militiamen were standing guard with guns on their backs. They were not guarding the harvested land, but the field next door.

In the field next door, the members of the cooperative were bending over to harvest sweet potatoes.

It would be really bad if there was no one on guard at a time like this. People's hearts cannot stand the test. If there is no one, not to mention the sweet potatoes, even the sweet potato leaves can be pulled out.

"Grandma, you're here again?" Militia captain Goudan saw grandma and greeted her with a smile.

In the field opposite, the village chief Zeng Laosan straightened up, wiped his sweat and said, "Auntie, don't go to the fields in such a hot day. There's nothing in the fields."

Zeng Wangcai's loyalty to the villagers was reflected in that village banquet, which allowed the villagers to remember the Zeng family for the rest of their lives.

People are all made of compassion, so when they saw my grandma going to the fields, not only did no one stop her, but many people actually told her not to get a heatstroke.

Uncle Qi appeared out of nowhere, with two sweet potatoes the size of eggs in his basket.

"Third brother, are you embarrassed to say this? Look, it's only been an hour and I've dug up two." Uncle Seventh laughed and showed the fruits of his labor.

There are several elderly people in the village who no longer need to work in the fields. Grandma and Uncle Seven are among them. These people are of high seniority and old age, so they just dig up some things. It doesn’t matter whether they give it to the government or to themselves.

It took me more than an hour to find two sweet potatoes the size of eggs. To be honest, the ground was indeed dug clean.

Seeing that Zeng Lao San didn't respond, Uncle Qi said to Grandma, "Sister-in-law, when will your Wangcai come back? Without Wangcai, and your Lao Er, the village can't survive."

"Uncle Qi, we can't rush this matter. Even if Wangcai comes back, we can't have a feast." Zeng Laosan came up to drink water, put his hands on his hips and sighed, "The situation this year is not good, even worse than last year. The tasks assigned by the commune are heavy. There are so many people in the village, we can't always rely on Wangcai.

"Aunt, your family should be able to make ends meet, so you don't have to go out to look for these little things. It's not worth it to get sick from the heat."

Zeng Laosan's words indirectly indicate that the members' lives are very hard and there is a big gap in the village this year.

Now each person can be guaranteed one kilogram of food a day, and that's only because of the summer harvest, otherwise there would be even less food.

In fact, there was a drought this year, but Zengzhuang is close to the river and the harvest was pretty good. It shouldn't have been like this, but with a good harvest comes a heavy task and we have to support other places.

Therefore, people in later generations always say that the country owes farmers pensions, and there is some reason for this.

"The gold mountain can be eaten up. All the laborers in our family are away. How can I not move? Besides, my eldest grandson likes to eat roasted sweet potatoes. Can't I go and look for some?" Grandma got down to the ground swiftly.

"Okay, whatever you want." Zeng Lao San said with a smile, "Here is some water, come and drink if you are thirsty..."

Grandma waved her hand and went down to look carefully.

Sweet potato fields are different from peanut fields. People who have stolen sweet potatoes should know that although both grow underground and can be stolen in pieces if pulled, sweet potatoes are large and less likely to be missed, while peanuts are small and some will always be torn apart.

Therefore, some people can still get a lot of harvest from the peanut fields harvested by the owner, but few people go to the sweet potato fields.

"Grandma, I found one!" Xiaohuan, who was squatting on the ground and sweating profusely, looked up happily. Her little face covered in mud looked like a tabby cat, but her smile was very bright.

A sweet potato slightly smaller than an adult's fist was held by Xiaohuan.

"That's great, you're better than grandma."

"Leave this for big brother."

"Good good..."

After digging for nearly two hours, Grandma and Xiaohuan both got a good harvest. Although it wasn't much, it was free, so why wouldn't they be satisfied?

The sun is setting, but no one has stopped working. In the countryside, especially in summer, the best time to work is in the evening and early morning.

Just when everyone was busy working, Zhang Xiuzhi came back on a bicycle. There was a bag on the back of the bicycle, and a piece of meat and a brown paper bag were hung on the front handlebars.

Grandma was thinking about sending food to Zeng Youqian, while Zeng Youqian was thinking about sending food to his family, so they ran in both directions.

Originally Zeng Youqian wanted Zhang Xiuzhi to come back tomorrow, but when Zhang Xiuzhi heard that grandma should go and enjoy the new house, she decided to come on Saturday and let grandma stay for two days earlier.

"Xiuzhi is back." A sharp-eyed man in the field saw Zhang Xiuzhi standing up and greeted her, "Your grandma is not at home. She is downstairs in the sweet potato field..."

Zhang Xiuzhi thanked him and turned the bicycle down the village road.

"Grandma, what are you doing in the field?" Zhang Xiuzhi felt distressed when she saw her grandmother squatting in the field. "There is no shortage of food at home. I brought back ten kilograms of noodles, a piece of meat, and two kilograms of brown sugar..."

Upon hearing this, Zeng Laosan and others looked at Zhang Xiuzhi.