The pension plan of the ancient cannon fodder woman

The moment of harvest is both tiring and exhausting, as well as bitter and painful.

But this time of year is the time when these peasants, who live on coarse food, laugh the most.

Even though most of the food here has nothing to do with them.

It was still early June and the wheat in the village was not yet ripe, but the sweet potatoes in the lotus fields were ripe. The green leaves swayed in the wind, which made people happy.

"Lotus, are we going to harvest it today?"

Shunzi was a little reluctant to let go, as he felt the sweet potatoes could still grow longer.

"We will harvest, but we will harvest two mu of land first. Uncle, take your uncle and cousins ​​with you to harvest the land and see how many kilograms of sweet potatoes there are on these two mu of land. We can have some of the new varieties from my land for lunch."

Su He was so excited, she could finally show off her dream lover openly.

Although Shunzi felt that it was a bit exaggerated to require so many people to dig only two mu of land, and he could do it alone, he agreed because Hehua insisted.

Half an hour later, "Lotus! Come quickly, my God, God has eyes!!"

A group of people spread the dug sweet potatoes all over the hall. The dirt on the sweet potato skins of this batch of sweet potatoes was cleaned off, revealing a very red skin. Just one look and you could tell that the skin was very thin and full of juice.

The sweet potatoes all over the ground condense into a fragrance, the aroma of that food is irresistible to anyone.

"Aunt, pick a few, wash them, cut them into pieces, and let everyone have a taste. This is different from the sweet potatoes we had before."

Su He also picked two and threw them into the fire. Today was a feast of sweet potatoes, and she would also have sweet potato rice for lunch. No one could stop her.

"Sister, it's so sweet. Why is it like candy? I'm not so thirsty after eating this."

Tiantian made the first comment.

"Lotus, this one acre of land actually weighs nearly 900 kilograms. Oh my God! Did you know that?"

Su He didn’t know whether God knew it or not, but Su He himself knew it.

"Well, that's a bit unexpected."

Su He widened his eyes perfunctorily, trying to act surprised.

"In previous years, we only produced 500 kilograms of wheat per mu of land, and the original sweet potatoes produced about 1,000 kilograms. What kind of sweet potato is this? Why does only two mu of land produce 900 kilograms? Doesn't that mean one mu of land is..."

"One acre of land weighs more than 4,000 kilograms. Grandpas and uncles, do you want these sweet potatoes? I'll leave some for you to use as seeds."

Su He simply helped grandpa calculate it, and then threw another bomb.

"seed?"

"Yes, we can keep some for ourselves, and the rest can be used as seeds. Sweet potatoes can be planted twice. There are still many wastelands in the village. In fact, if we plant them, we can get 100 kilograms per mu of land. I estimate that we can harvest them in four months. It's just right to harvest another batch and have a good New Year."

"kind!!"

Grandpa's face turned red with excitement. He had been speechless since he turned out the first sweet potato. The red in front of him made his heart beat faster.

"There are still a lot of sweet potatoes that haven't been turned out yet, Grandpa. I was wondering if we could give some to the villagers. We can go ask the village chief if they want some."

Su He had already made plans. It was certain that the Wang family would become rich, but if they wanted to have long-term stability, they couldn't let go of the people around them. These people had to keep up with the pace.

"Yes! Immediately, those at home, quickly call your sons to dig sweet potatoes together. We still don't have enough manpower. Let me see, I will call a few good hands from each family. Come on, boss, good days are coming for our village!"

Wang Zhun picked up the sack at home and ran out quickly with his son. He completely forgot about Wang Fugui and others.

Question: How long does it take to gather the backbone of a village?

Su He replied that it would only take about a quarter of an hour.

"Young and old men in the village, show me all the skills you have acquired in your lifetime, and cooperate with me. Whether we can have a good New Year depends on you!"

Wang Zhun shouted loudly, and all the villagers responded in unison.

"Please take a look!"

It was already two o'clock in the afternoon. The breeze was very comfortable. Su He closed her eyes and felt it. It was like her grandmother's embrace, gentle and warm.

An hour later, all the sweet potatoes in the field were dug out.

Everyone was so excited that they were speechless as they looked at the mountains of sweet potatoes.

"Lotus, this is your land, what are you going to do with it?"

Everyone present turned to Suho.

"Grandpa Village Chief, I have enough lotus for myself. I'll leave the rest for you to distribute."

Before notifying the village chief, the family had already discussed that the sweet potatoes they had dug from the two mu of land were enough for several families to use as seeds. As for eating them, no one except Su He was willing to do so.

The rest will be left to the village chief to handle. Su He has no objection, and they have even less objection. In this dynasty, there are very few people who can fight alone, and large families are the king.

The three Su He siblings didn't meet a good family, so they decided to create their own.

Wang Zhun's eyes were filled with tears of joy. "Hehua, you are really kind-hearted. Liushu Village will remember you. Let's buy these sweet potatoes with silver. It's silver, so I may have to give it to you later, hehe."

Wang Zhun felt a little ashamed after he finished speaking. He didn't want to default on the payment, but the village was too poor.

Su He shook her head. "No need to buy. Just pay me back when you've grown the crops. How much you took, how much you'll pay back. Village chief, Willow Village is also my Willow Village. The three of us are all from Willow Village."

"Yes, yes, you are right, Lotus, we are all family."

"Yes, when He Hua first came, I said this girl was very clever, she must be the reincarnation of the Bodhisattva!"

This is an unknown villager who saw lotus for the first time today.

"Oh, Wang Daming, my Cuihua is of the same generation as Hehua. Hehua, do you mind calling me grandpa like Cuihua does? Hehe, come to our house often for dinner in the future."

Su He, who had no idea who Cuihua was, smiled and nodded.

"Come on, your family eats wild vegetable porridge every day. What's so good about it? Lotus, our two families are the best. Just say that I sold you this land. We have the best relationship in the village, don't you think?"

The person who said this is Wang Dashu, who has six big sons.

"Grandpa Dashu's land is pretty good."

Su He nodded in agreement.

"Hey, yeah, I told you to have dinner at Grandpa's house. We'll kill a chicken today, and the welcoming banquet for you to Liushu Village will be held at my house."

Wang Dashu is going to take this opportunity to ask about the secret of this kind of land. Why can his land be used to grow so many sweet potatoes when he sells it to others?

"Come to my house! I'm going to kill a pig."

Everyone: You are so cruel

.........

Wang Zhun interrupted with a smile, "Okay, okay, everyone go call people, every household has it, don't worry, there are plenty of wastelands, 500 coins per mu this year, if anyone wants to buy good sweet potatoes, come to me, remember, take good care of the sweet potatoes, whether your family can have enough to eat in the future depends on them."

"okay!"

For a while, the whole village was in an uproar. After the sweet potatoes were distributed, the threshold of the village chief’s house was trampled so much that it was broken. The wasteland that had originally had average marketability suddenly became a hot commodity.

In order to ensure that every household has wasteland to buy, the village chief invented a purchase limit on his own, with each household being able to purchase a maximum of two acres.

The two tenants chosen by Su He also had money to buy the wasteland. Their money came from helping Su He build a house. And they didn't have to return the sweet potatoes to Su He, because they were the income from their labor.

Shunzi could also enjoy the same benefits. Since Shunzi had no money, Suhe paid for the purchase of the wasteland.

There were some people in the village whose entire belongings amounted to only a few dozen coins, and the village chief pooled all of them together to form one acre of land.

There are even poorer people who not only have no money saved, but also have debts at home. They can only fight guerrilla warfare everywhere and plant crops around their homes. In short, they have to find some land to plant.