Traveling through the ages: the apocalyptic couple salted fish lie down and win!

Chapter 142
Seeing her like that, Mu Ziteng sighed helplessly. In fact, he can't force it too much. The palms and backs of his hands are all his relatives. It's normal for her not to bear it.

Especially when the couple forced the second elder to ask for food from him, the second elder didn't let go, which is worthy of his comfort.

After Mu Ziteng finished his harsh words, he didn't hear another voice coming from the side after more than ten minutes, so he got up and said goodbye to the elders.

"Old woman, don't be like that again from now on. I know you are soft-hearted, and I'm afraid what the third child will do to you, but you don't want to think about how the third child treats us, and how the second wife treats us over there." Yes, he is thinking of us, if you do that again, the third child will be chilled."

Father Mu tried his best to persuade him a few words, and then he stopped making any noise. The only sound in the spacious main room was the sound of Father Mu smoking.

Finally, Mumu sighed heavily and went back to the room, only Mufu was left in the empty main room.

In the days that followed, Mu's father and Mu's mother would go to Mu Ziteng's house every two days. Every time they went back, they would bring some food back to the old house, and they were all cooked food, such as buns and steamed buns. The people in the room were jealous, jumped over the wall in a hurry, and made some jokes.

It may be that Muziteng's last threat worked, and half a month passed without incident.

Not long after lunch that day, Mu Fu and Mu Mu came home with a basket on their backs.

"Father, what are you carrying on your back? It's quite heavy." Mu Ziteng hurried out of the main room to help, and the weight in his hand weighed more than thirty catties.

He didn't pay attention to what was inside, so he asked out.

"Corn kernels." Father Mu loosened his body, moved his body, and then turned around to take the basket on the old woman's back.

"What, corn? Where did you buy it?" Mu Ziteng asked casually.

"Father, mother, has the cafeteria been disbanded?"

Jian Qingling was knitting wool in her hand and stood at the door. When she heard Mufu's words, she thought of the source of their food, and interrupted Muziteng's words.

"Yes, this is the ration for me and your mother. It's no problem to eat it until the autumn harvest." It's just that it's difficult to have a good harvest this year, so we need to save food.

"Your father is right, there is a total of fifty catties here." Mu Mu answered with a smile.

When Mu Ziteng and Jian Qingling heard what Mu Fu and Mu Mu said, they couldn't help curling their lips. There was still more than a month until the autumn harvest. Of course, it would be no problem for two people to eat [-] catties, but they couldn't get enough.

After the autumn harvest is over, you will stop laughing.

Alas... Forget it, there are still two of them.

Mu Ziteng took out the bag from the back basket and put it on the desk, and said, "Since you have brought the food, you will eat at home from now on."

"No need, I don't worry about leaving the food with you. We'll pack three or four catties and go back later, and come and get it after we finish eating." Father Mu refused.

"Now our two old ones can still move, and we can't cause you any trouble. After a few years when we can't move, we will let you raise them."

"Well, do as you please." Mu Ziteng saw that he was categorical, so he didn't force him anymore, and waited a few months to see what he thought.

Time passed quickly, and a month passed in a blink of an eye.

It's autumn harvest time, and it's time to break corn, but it hasn't rained in a year, and there have been a few drizzles. How can there be a harvest of corn in such a situation?

The broken corn is not only half smaller than in previous years, but half of the corn cobs have no corn kernels, and most of the corn kernels are not full after being dried.

The production has been reduced by more than half, and the villagers are tearing up corn.

But this is not the most frustrating thing for everyone. The corn was taken back to the warehouse, and just after it was dried, the higher-ups notified the grain to be handed in. After the weight was weighed and handed in, there was only about a thousand catties of grain left in the village, a small pile of solitary.

There are more than one hundred households in this village, and there are a total of [-] adults and children. How is it enough?

Is it an average of one catty per person?

Save enough to eat for two to three days?
Originally, the food distributed to each household in the village was just enough to eat. The villagers thought that no matter how bad the harvest was this year, at least one family would be able to get a few hundred, but the result was unexpected.

The next step is to harvest rice, which is better than corn, but only a little bit better.

Because it is next to the river, the village arranges someone to carry water for irrigation every day, so it is not that serious.

However, it is only the dozens of mu of paddy fields next to the river, and the paddy fields further away are helpless, because the water in the river is limited.

This is because they dug the embankment a little deeper, and the river water flowing to their village is much less and flows downstream, which can be regarded as interception.

It's just not obvious, so the villagers in the downstream villages didn't notice the abnormality. They would only think that the river water was getting less and less.

After harvesting the rice, the villagers felt relieved, at least the water was not taken in vain.

After harvesting the rice, the village head called several small team leaders and a dozen older people from the village to the brigade for a meeting, and Father Mu also had the honor to join them.

"Everyone is here, so let me tell you the reason for calling you here today." The village head said after taking a sip of water from the tea mug to moisten his throat and looking at everyone.

"This year's grain production has been severely reduced due to the drought. After the previous corn was handed over, there is only more than a thousand catties left. Everyone knows."

As soon as the village head finished his words, the people below started talking about it, and they were all sighing about how sad this year was and that they couldn't make it through.

"Don't talk, everyone, listen to me, and then express your opinions. Don't worry, I invited everyone here today to hear your opinions."

"Village chief please tell me." One of the old people responded to the village chief.

"Because of the lesson I learned from handing in corn before, when I went to the county town to hold a meeting to report the grain output, the reported output was [-]% less than the amount reported in previous years. Do you know what this means?"

If all rice is handed over as in previous years, the result will be the same as corn, and there may not be much grain left in the village.

In order for the villagers not to starve to death, he chose to report less, and with such an output, it is conceivable that the leaders above must be dissatisfied.

It just so happens that their leader is a very happy person, how could he allow the less food to be handed in to happen?
Just like him, the village chief who went to the meeting this year, the village chiefs of many villages complained that the drought affected the harvest.

The leader lost his temper at that time. For his political achievements, he would definitely send people to the countryside to find out if that was the case.

The village head's eyes flicked across more than twenty faces, and he felt better when he saw that everyone had expressions of worry and surprise.

(End of this chapter)