Little Fubao from the farmhouse takes space to flee famine

Chapter 23
The village head, Cao Defa, sat under the old willow tree and read the notices over and over again. Ten dan grains! Ten dan grains!
This doesn't give ordinary people a chance at all. His family has only one son, so it's hard to go by himself.

His son was just in his prime, what would he do if his old Cao family's incense was ruined?

"Village Chief, then we, the old, widowed men with no children, will also be expropriated. Those with old arms and legs will die if we go there."

Cao Defa was born one head and two big, and his village's total rations were less than ten dans, and all they had were old bachelors.

well!Why are these days so sad?
"Village chief, what do you think we should do if there are no men and no food in the family?"

When Cao Defa received the official document today, the officers and soldiers at the post station said that if the family did not have a suitable man and could not pay the food, they needed to show a certificate, and the county magistrate would stamp the official seal on the certificate.

But the magistrate of the county has a number of conscripts. If he can't complete the task above, whether the black yarn cap can be kept is another matter.

The biggest backer of the rice worms in their countries is the imperial court. If the dynasty collapses, there will be no eggs under the nest.

The Wang family's fish had long been neglected, and Father Wang called the family together.

He knows the hardships of marching and fighting, and he hangs his life all the time. The piercing by the Changge iron soldiers is terrible, hot blood splashes on his face, and those scenes of life and death screaming and twitching break through the box of memory.

He won't let any of his sons go to war!
Then their family needs ten loads of grain, which is a thousand catties of grain.

These grains need to be handed in in the late spring and early summer of next year.

What the country is waiting for is their winter wheat harvest. They plant winter wheat in autumn and winter and harvest it in late spring and early summer next year.

The land of each household is limited, and many people work in the landlord's house or on the farm as a tenant and do not have their own land.

The Wang family has a total of six acres of dry land and five acres of paddy fields, and the yield per mu is low.

Everyone calculated in their minds that a thousand catties of grain would cost about 3000 Wen in previous years, but now that the price of grain has risen, it would cost more than [-] Wen. If the price of food is driven up by conscription, the price of grain will be several times higher.

Their family has a total of about five taels of silver, and they are now considered a big hidden family in the village.

"Anzi, take everyone to move the things back. The three of you and I will go to the town to buy food. If you go late, you may have to ask for a lot of money."

Facts have proved that Mr. Wang's guess is correct. There are sold out signs hanging outside the grain shops in the town.

Some people got the inside information early and made preparations long ago, and some even purchased large quantities, stored the grain, and sold it when the price soared, making a huge profit.

"Father, what should we do? The town is out of food, and it must be the case in other towns."

"It depends on the situation. There is an old Baitong in the town. Go to him and find out the news."

An Ran held his head with his little hands. Ten loads of grain weighed one thousand kilograms. The crop yield here was terribly low. An ordinary farmer would be fine with a few hundred kilograms of grain a year.

She only has some seeds, but if she wants a high yield per acre and fast growth, she can provide some.

However, there are really few crops suitable for winter, and the court's calculations are clattering, wanting both the poor and the rich.

In fact, from Enron's perspective, it was still about draining the flesh and blood of the common people. The rich had plenty of money, and they didn't care about a few loads of grain. Some took advantage of business opportunities to pass on all the damage to the common people, and still wanted to make a fortune from it.

When Father Wang came home, his face was full of sadness. He knew that the food was controlled by the rich, and they couldn't buy food at all.

If there is a channel, it can only be bought at a price that is more than ten times higher.

"The goddamn imperial court is pretending to suck our blood and eat our flesh, so where is it?"

Father Wang squatted under the eaves, holding a stone in his hand, and scratching on the ground.

"This is Changtao, the bitterly cold place in southern Xinjiang. After this Baihuling, this is the military fortress, the border line of the Three Kingdoms..."

Father Wang drew a rough map on the ground. He had a lot of experience working under Scout Song back then.

At least Father Wang is familiar with the territory of the border country. Their country is the most central country among several big countries. It is a powerful and powerful Tianlin Kingdom.

Looking at the road map on the ground, looking at a short line, it is actually more than 1000 kilometers away. It will take ten days and a half to reach the official road at a fast pace.

Not to mention that these conscripted soldiers relied solely on foot power, and it only took a month or two to reach southern Xinjiang.

"Father, what if we can't make up ten loads of food?"

Zhang Guihua is a straight-hearted person, she can say what she thinks of, but she doesn't know what to ask.

There are four men in their family. The cubs haven't grown up yet, and there are only five who are eligible to join the army. Who will go?
Women's minds are completely different from men's minds.

The last thing these women want is for their men to go to the battlefield, which means that they may become widows.

And men all want to take care of it themselves. They are the backbone of the family. Even if they die, their wives and children will be taken care of.

"If we can't get the food together, we'll draw lots. As things stand now, we'd better get the food together first."

The lottery is based on luck, and there will be no objection to whoever wins.

At night, the food returned to the pre-Liberation period, and the standard dish was soup dumplings with pickles.

It's a secret between them that An Ran wants to be hugged by Father Wang after dinner, as long as she reaches out for a hug, she wants to take something.

"Hmm!" An Ran took out a big red apple in front of Father Wang.

Her farm's grain was piled up like a hill, and although Old Wang knew that she could produce something, he didn't know what she had.

If she can, she wants to do something big and sell the grain from the farm.

What if someone asks where the food from his family comes from?
Then everyone buys under the principle of confidentiality, or finds an intermediary to resell the grain.

Father Wang was holding a big red apple in his hand. He had never seen this kind of fruit before.

An Ran took out another handful of wheat, each grain was plump and round, twice as big as the wheat they planted themselves.

"Fu Bao, this is wheat."

Old man Wang took out one and it crackled under his teeth. The rate of flour production was extremely high, and it was the best wheat he had ever seen.

"Selling~rice~rice~"

It's not that she can't speak, it's that her organs are really immature, especially her chubby hands, which can only grasp things, forget about writing.

Oh, she can also pinch her index fingers to eat the residue from the corners of her mouth.

"These wheat..."

Father Wang thought for a while, the wheat that Fubao gave him was very good.

It would be best if these wheat were used as seeds, but the time for sowing winter wheat is now past.

It was impossible to turn over the wheat and could only exchange it or sell it secretly.

"Fu Bao, how much wheat do we have?"

An Ran's little finger spread out into a flower. As for wheat, she had plenty of it. Wheat is the lowest-level crop. If you plant it for one minute, you can harvest 1 kilograms.

No wheat is grown in her field now, and a batch of coriander is planted now, the roots are green and fragrant.

In order for Father Wang to believe in his own strength, bags of wheat were piled up on the ground, and each bag weighed more than a hundred catties.

"Let's sell the wheat so that everyone can stay at home.

Fu Bao, you are the lifeblood of our family. How much good fortune our family has cultivated in the previous life has made you like our family. "

Father Wang is in tears. He has lived a hard life, and he also wants his children and grandchildren to live a good life.

Fu Bao is a blessing given by his family, Mr. Wang!

(End of this chapter)