I was reborn and returned to the age of three and a half. Did my mother also have a heart transplant

Mo Yan didn't say anything nonsense. As soon as the rice arrived, he picked up the bag and poured it all onto the ground.

Then the rice grains quickly fell into the moist soil, began to sprout, and grew into seedlings. Then they quickly grew rice stalks and produced rice ears. Finally, the rice ears turned into heavy, golden rice grains.

The whole process takes less than 3 minutes.

A crop of rice is ripe.

Everyone was stunned. It was the first time for the soldiers to see such a miraculous scene of crops growing maturely.

"Oh my God! This, this this--"

"The rice ears are ripe. So fast! Doesn't that mean there will be more food than we can eat?"

No matter how strict the discipline was, at this moment, when food was concerned, some people could not help but start whispering.

"Get your pockets!"

Mo Yan gave an order.

This time there was no need to wait for Pei Mingzhi to urge them, as Aunt Pang and the others had already spontaneously taken out all the extra fertilizer bags from their home.

Then, right under everyone's eyes, the rice grains were automatically threshed into snow-white, full-grained rice, and then quickly went into everyone's open snakeskin bags one by one.

A large bag of rice seeds produced enough rice to grow on five acres of land. After threshing, we harvested nearly 4000 kilograms of rice.

The fertilizer bags that could hold 100 kilograms of rice were filled with 41 and a half bags.

The average yield per mu is over 1000 jin.

The key is that even the bagging process takes less than 15 minutes.

This is simply explosive!

Meng Qin and the other man's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

What is food?

In any era, it is a necessary material to ensure the stability of the people. As long as everyone is well fed, the country will be stable.

The turmoil or even change of any dynasty basically starts with the people not having enough food to eat and unable to survive.

Mo Yan has the ability to collect grain, so she is a strategic figure for the entire country.

"Mo Yan, Comrade Mo Yan, are you okay?"

Qin Hong came back to his senses, and his first reaction was to step forward to ask about Mo Yan's energy consumption and whether it had caused any harm to her body.

They were afraid that such a large production and forced ripening would be a huge overdraft on her abilities and body.

"Yes, Comrade Mo Yan, you, you should take it easy. You don't have to overdo it. We, we can't eat so much food."

Meng Chang was also a little anxious.

Pei Mingzhi and Pei Guohua were not in a hurry at all.

It’s not that they don’t care about Mo Yan, but in their hearts, the ability of the immortal Mo Yan is so great that it can turn the world upside down. What’s the big deal about just ripening a few rice and grains?

In the past, the immortal did not provide food for the villagers in this way, because she could not encourage their desire to get something for nothing.

As for now, Mo Yan will ripen so much paddy and turn it into rice so that these soldiers who come to help their village fight the disaster will not go hungry, and will not add burden to the villagers by eating food from everyone in the village.

No matter from which perspective, Mo Yan is always thinking about them.

So the big guys in the village had no opinions or dissatisfaction towards Mo Yan.

"It's not hard, it's just a piece of cake. These should be enough for you to have a meal. We can talk about tomorrow."

Mo Yan waved her hands, not feeling that this was hard at all, looking like she was totally at ease.

At this time, the daughters-in-law and aunts in the village who were notified to cook also gathered together with their own pots, pans, and utensils.

When they saw Mo Yan, everyone was as happy as if it was New Year’s Day.

Everyone was calling Niuniuniang.

One by one, they praised the green sky above their heads.

The villagers no longer hid from the rain, and the men also came out.

Those who collect firewood, collect firewood. After all, we need to cook for so many people. Since pots from every household have contributed, we must get enough firewood!

"Sister-in-law, Dahui and his family are staying in the big dining hall. The aunts said that we should just set up the banquet outdoors. It won't rain anyway. Otherwise, there really is no place in our village that can accommodate thousands of people to eat together."

Pei Guohong's daughter-in-law, as a representative of the young daughters-in-law, came forward to ask Mo Yan about the stove location for the big pot meal.

"Okay, you guys can make the arrangements. I don't know how to cook. If there's not enough firewood, rice or vegetables, you can tell me. I won't be responsible for anything else."

"Hey! Don't worry, we have you covered!"

"Comrade Mo Yan, you see, we can't just let our comrades watch the villagers in your village busying themselves. Let our soldiers help with the cooking too!"

Meng Chang felt embarrassed when he saw that the women and children of Peijia Village were busy cooking for them. After all, they came to help with disaster relief, but in the end they didn't help at all. Instead, they had to ask the villagers to cook for them. What kind of thing was this!

Doesn't this mean they are just here to eat for free?

"Uh, Chief Meng, are all the people you brought here from the kitchen team?" Mo Yan couldn't help but ask curiously.

Meng Chang immediately shook his head, "How is that possible? They are all elite soldiers, here to do the work."

“So, they can cook?”

Mo Yan asked another soul-searching question.

Meng Chang was speechless due to the question.

You know what, I’m not sure.

Some of these soldiers may have known how to cook before joining the army, but it is impossible for all of them to know how to cook.

Therefore, it may not be possible to help the women and children in Peijia Village with cooking.

So what do they do? Just sit there and watch others do the work for them?

Mo Yan also realized that if they were not asked to do something, these people would probably be restless.

After thinking for a while, he said, "How about this, let the soldiers rest for now, and after lunch, let them help with work in the village."

"Okay, whatever work is needed, Comrade Mo Yan, just give the instructions."

When they heard that they could go to work after eating, the young soldiers straightened their chests, feeling that they were finally not just sitting there holding others back.

"There are many things, such as digging drainage canals. The mud brick houses that are no longer solid need to be demolished. In addition, according to the future development plan for Peijia Village formulated by Uncle Weng, what needs to be built in each location, you can ask Uncle Weng for details, and he will arrange tasks for everyone."

"Okay, okay, that's no problem!"

When Meng Qin and the others heard this, they immediately agreed.

As long as there is work to do, it's fine.

"By the way, didn't the two leaders just say that you were originally here to deliver supplies?"

Mo Yan suddenly asked, "Where are the things?"

"Yes, we pulled a lot of bricks and tiles. We finally got some tractors from the provincial capital. After all, the road here is too narrow. Even a five-ton truck can't drive here."

"But we found out halfway that the weather was not right. Some tractors stayed at the commune. Most of the tractors had already set out with our troops. We don't know what happened to them now. We soldiers were the vanguard and rushed here in the rain. If you ask me about the supplies, I can't really tell you."