The pension plan of the ancient cannon fodder woman

Su He harvested more than 3,000 kilograms of sweet potatoes, but there was no way Su He could sell them.

To be honest, apart from the amount needed to make seeds in the spring, the rest is not enough for her to eat, so it is impossible for her to sell it.

Su He is not for sale, but my uncle's family wants to sell it. Wang Zhi is 17 years old this year and it is old enough to get married. Wang Sheng waited until he was 20 because his family was poor. Now that the family is well-off, the youngest son doesn't have to wait so long.

On the first day, there were still a lot of people coming to sell sweet potatoes. Even the poorest families sold them all. It’s not that they didn’t want to keep the sweet potatoes for seeds, but if they didn’t sell them now, they would not have enough to eat or warm clothes, and would not be able to survive this long winter.

There is a saying that the poor get poorer and the rich get richer.

This may be one of the reasons why the poor remain poor.

Su He thought it over again and again, and decided to tell everyone what he knew.

So, at noon on the day of selling grain, after everyone had finished their meal, the Wang family meeting began again.

The participants were grandpa and grandpa, grandma and grandma, uncle and aunt, uncle and aunt, cousin, Shunzi and Suhe.

Su He sat in the middle of the kang, looking at her family members below who were smiling because of the great harvest, and sighed in her heart.

"It's like this. Everyone still remembers the incident with Landlord Jin, right? The people from Dali Country are behind this."

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became stagnant, and everyone vaguely felt that today's meeting was not a good thing.

"I accidentally got news last month that the Dali Kingdom was causing trouble at the border and there was a possibility of a war."

"Oh, brother, look at what Lotus said. My good days have just come, but why am I so miserable?"

The little grandfather started shouting all of a sudden. This time his brother didn't tolerate him.

"Shut up! Wang Erming, listen to He Hua and don't shout."

Wang Daming glared at his younger brother angrily. His younger brother was really irritating. At times like this, the younger generations were calmer than him.

Seeing that the little grandfather shrank back again, Su He continued talking.

"I'm thinking about going to the county to get some information. If there's any possibility, we should prepare early. If the uncles want to sell sweet potatoes, I suggest you wait until I come back to make a decision. Anyway, we don't have trouble selling sweet potatoes, as they are only available in our village."

All the uncles and aunts had no objection.

"Hehua, we will listen to you. You are going to the Zhao residence, right? Do you want us to accompany you?"

"It's better for my cousin to accompany me. It's a good opportunity to bring Mutou with me. I will accompany him to the capital to take the second exam. When the time comes, I will ask my cousin to bring back the news."

Wang Quangui nodded and expressed his thoughts.

"Hehua, you said you don't want to fight, but your aunt and I wanted to sell some. Your cousin is old enough to get married, and we don't want to delay him. If there is a war, we still have to sell some to exchange for silver, so that we can save some money for self-defense if we escape."

Su He nodded in approval, she could understand this.

"You can sell some of it, as long as there is enough left for planting next year."

Su He added a few more words, "Sweet potatoes can actually be processed into sweet potato flour. 12 pounds of sweet potatoes can be made into 1 pound of sweet potato flour. If you need to escape, it's easier to carry it in flour, and it won't spoil easily. You don't know it's your first year of planting, but sweet potatoes are prone to mold, and eating moldy sweet potatoes can cause poisoning. Several of our families have a lot of harvests, so I think we can consider using some of it to make sweet potato flour."

"But this year I'll take out 500 kilograms for experimentation. If next year's spring harvest goes smoothly, I think the uncles can try to make flour."

Everyone understood what Su He meant. The key now was whether there would be a war.

"This time I just want to talk to everyone about this matter. If there is a war, will the price of food increase? We all need to think about it carefully. Grandpa, you have a lot of experience, and we all want to hear your thoughts."

Grandpa nodded. When he was a child, he also heard his father talk about fleeing famine. Whether it was fleeing famine or war, food was very important.

"We shouldn't sell grain for the time being. We can trade wheat and corn for some old grain. If there is a real war, grain is more important than silver. Even if Zhi'er is anxious, let's wait until next spring harvest."

Both Wang Quangui and Jin agreed.

After Su He finished the meeting, he immediately set off with Shunzi, Mu Tou and the other two.

It was already six o'clock in the evening when they arrived at the county. It was impossible to go to Zhao's house at this time, so Su He decided to get up early the next day.

Mu Tou was very happy when he saw the kitchen full of meat. It was the first time he felt that his sister did not spend money indiscriminately.

"Sister, can this much jerky last for a long time?"

"Yes, even if there is a war, as long as we protect ourselves well, we won't starve. These provinces are enough to feed us for a year."

What was in the kitchen was only one-third of Su He’s inventory. The rest was put away in the space by Su He finding excuses.

Mu Tou smiled happily. He didn't want to go through the days of hunger anymore.

Shunzi also smiled innocently. With so much flesh on his body, he looked very solid.

The next morning, Su He went to the Zhao Mansion early. She first went to Lihuayuan to find Zhao Qingli. Men have always been well-informed about such national affairs.

"There are some frictions at the border, but we in Dayong have been prepared. Don't worry, nothing will happen."

Zhao Qingli spoke in a decisive tone, and his words did not seem to take the Dali Kingdom seriously.

Su He breathed a sigh of relief, but was still a little worried.

It seems that the friction is real, and Zhao Qingli seems to be very confident in Dayong.

There are only two possibilities for this. One is that Dayong is really strong, and at least in the next few years, Jinyang City where Su He is located will not be in any danger.

Another possibility is that Zhao Qingli's information was wrong, and Su He didn't dare to believe him 100%.

After coming out of Lihuayuan, Su He hurried to the side door to inform Shunzi. He summarized what he had heard and told Shunzi, asking him to go home and take a carriage full of dried meat back to Liushu Village, stay at home for one night and come to the county the next day.

They will go to the provincial capital to take an exam in two days. In addition, she has been busy stocking up on barbecued meat for more than a month in preparation, and has not paid much attention to wood. Therefore, Su He has no hope for the second exam.

Mu Tou himself knew that there was no hope, but everyone decided to give it a try. If they failed the exam this time, there would be opportunities in the future. No matter how the Dayong Dynasty developed, learning to read and write was always the right choice.

The next day, Shunzi took away a carriage full of dried meat and cleared out most of the meat in Su's kitchen.

Su He started buying meat again. Since he had a lot of money, he decided to store the dried meat in an amount that would last for ten years. The more meat he stored, the more chances he had to survive.