Era: I was a farmer at the foot of Yaoling Mountain

Chapter 51 Compassion
On the premise that the task to be submitted remains unchanged, increased grain production means that more food can be left.

If we can't eat enough in disaster years and we still can't eat enough in normal years, then there's no point for Zheng Xianfa to be the captain.

Fang Wei had calculated before that theoretically the yield per mu of these 5 mu of land (in a single season) could reach 365.8 kilograms.

So when he heard Zheng Xianfa's question, he immediately answered:

"The yield per mu is about 250 to 300 kilograms."

"So many? If the summer harvest can reach a yield of more than 200 kilograms per mu, I will use half of the paddy fields to try planting the seeds you developed for late rice."

Zheng Xianfa was shocked. You know, even in a normal year, the team's rice yield (two seasons) per mu was only 300-330 kilograms.

Can the yield per mu in a single season in the experimental field reach 300 kilograms?
He was skeptical, but he made a decision immediately: as long as the yield per mu of the experimental field reached 200 kilograms by the time of summer harvest, late rice would be promoted for large-scale planting.

Zheng Xianfa is a very decisive person. Instead of being so half-dead, he might as well try the new rice seeds.

"We can definitely achieve a yield of 200 kilograms per mu. Let's not talk about those nice things. We'll see during the summer harvest."

Fang Wei was secretly happy. He had originally planned to find an opportunity to persuade Zheng Xianfa to promote the new rice varieties.

Although the so-called "new variety" he created has the same origin as the rice in the team, it has actually changed at the genetic level because it has inherited its properties.

Of course, his breeding method is "plug-in" and others can't learn it.

Seeing that Zheng Xianfa had made up his mind, Fang Wei also gave his guarantee without hesitation.

"As long as you can do this, I will give you double the work points and double the rations."

Zheng Xianfa didn't sit next to Fang Wei for long. He took a sip of tea and got up to leave.

There was only so much he could do, the rest was up to fate.

Time flies.

Fang Wei and his elder brother have been coming to the valley more frequently recently.

"Third brother, the sweet potatoes here are growing so fast. I think we can harvest them in the next two days. This is definitely a treasure trove, but it's a pity that it doesn't belong to us. We don't know how long we can use it."

Fang Ping walked around the sweet potato field and a rare smile appeared on his face.

He is an experienced farmer, and the growth cycle of sweet potatoes on this acre of land is at least twice as short as normal.

No matter what the reason is, the real harvest is right in front of us. The family no longer has to worry about going hungry.

"Then let's prepare and start harvesting tomorrow. I think the yield will be good."

Fang Wei needs to race against time. The closer it gets to the summer harvest, the more food his family will lack.

Once this batch of sweet potatoes is taken back, the melons in the private plot will also mature one after another, and the most difficult days will be completely over.

"Okay, let's do it. Third brother, don't tell anyone about this piece of land. We'll use it for as long as we can."

Fang Ping was not confused at all. He knew very well what short cycle and high output meant.

So he decided to keep this matter to himself and also reminded his third brother.

"Well, I know."

Fang Wei felt more relieved after hearing what his elder brother said.

The next day.

After checking, the two brothers decided to start harvesting from the northeast corner of the field.

Harvest as many sweet potatoes as you can bring back today, and the rest can remain buried in the soil.

This time they brought back about 300 kilograms of sweet potatoes, which were piled up in Fang Wei's house. Fang Ping looked at the sweet potatoes for a long time before reluctantly going home.

Dinner consisted of steamed sweet potatoes, pickled peppers, and fried bacon with sour radish. It was a rare occasion for the family to have a full meal, and the hot-tempered Tian Guihua even shed tears.

Sometimes happiness is so simple, but in order to have a full meal, the two brothers worked harder than others.

The mountains are high and the road is long. You still have to work when you reach the valley, and you may encounter poisonous insects and wild beasts along the way.

Most people can't do it at all, no wonder Tian Guihua was so excited.

"Manman, the sweet potatoes are so sweet."

Tingting sat next to her uncle, praising the sweet potatoes. This batch of sweet potatoes tasted very good, with just the right sweetness, and was a rare and excellent variety.

Fang Wei smiled, but before he could speak, he heard Zheng Hu shouting outside the house: "Third brother, come here, Mr. Wu has fainted."

"coming!"

He put down his chopsticks, stuffed two steamed sweet potatoes into his pocket, and ran out. Then he asked, "What happened? He was fine when I saw him yesterday."

"I don't know. Mr. Wu was giving us a lecture earlier, and he suddenly fainted while he was talking."

Zheng Hu was very anxious and pulled Fang Wei away.

Fang Wei is the only one in the village who knows some medical skills, so we can only rely on him to save people.

The two of them arrived at Wu Maosheng's house, and Deng Yuanen and the others had not yet left. They had come to listen to Wu Maosheng's lecture after dinner, but who knew they would encounter such a thing.

"Third brother, take a look."

When several people saw Fang Wei come in, they couldn't help but urge him.

At this time, Wu Maosheng was lying on the bed, his eyes half open and half closed, his face pale, and his forehead covered with sweat.

Fang Wei found it very tricky. He was not a proper doctor. If it was just a cold or a bite by an insect or snake, he would have a way to treat it, but if it was some other illness, he would be helpless.

But judging from Wu Maosheng's performance, it might be hypoglycemia.

"Huzi, go borrow a cart from the team and take Mr. Wu to the clinic. Deng Yuanen, go find my sister-in-law and ask her for some sugar. Tell her I'm useful."

Fang Wei knew that he couldn't panic at this moment, so he immediately assigned tasks to several people.

Later, Deng Yuanen brought back a small bag of sugar.

This was a reward given to Fang Wei by the commune when they were looking for water and digging a well. Tian Guihua couldn't bear to eat it, so she kept it until today.

Fang Wei quickly made a cup of sugar water, then asked Deng Yuanen to help Wu Maosheng up and gave it to him to drink.

Wu Maosheng had actually just woken up, but he was so exhausted that he couldn't even speak.

After drinking some sugar water, he felt a little better and struggled to get out of bed.

"Third brother, I've borrowed the cart."

Zheng Hu just ran in and said something breathlessly.

Fang Wei looked at Wu Maosheng and stopped him, saying, "Mr. Wu, don't move. We'll take you to the hospital right away."

"It's okay, you don't have to go. I was just so hungry that I collapsed. I feel much better now after drinking some sugar water. I just need to rest for a while."

As expected, Wu Maosheng fainted due to hypoglycemia. There was actually some food left at home, but he was reluctant to eat it. He always wanted to eat less every day so that he could survive until the summer harvest.

Maybe it was due to long-term malnutrition, but today he finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"You! Didn't I tell you that if you have any troubles, just tell me and the captain. How can I let you go without food?"

Fang Wei felt a moment of suffocation, and reached out to help the old man sit on the stool.

Then he took out two steamed sweet potatoes from his pocket and handed them to Wu Maosheng.

Wu Maosheng didn't care whether the sweet potato was cold or not. He just took it and started eating it, and almost choked himself.

Fang Wei was relieved of his alarm, and after confirming that the other party was fine, he went back to eat. He had just finished his meal when this happened.

night.

He sent some sweet potatoes to Guan Chongyang and Wu Maosheng respectively to prevent the two old men from "dieting" all day and ruining themselves.

"Third brother, if all else fails, we can lend everyone some sweet potatoes. Each person doesn't need many, 10 pounds should be enough for them to last until the summer harvest."

The members were able to get some vegetable leaves, but without staple food or substitutes for staple food, many people still couldn't make it.

Fang Ping felt pity for Wu Maosheng's fainting and planned to take out some sweet potatoes to help the members in an emergency, so he started to discuss it with his third brother.

Fang Wei thought for a moment and said, "Let's get the sweet potatoes back first, and then I'll go talk to the captain."

(End of this chapter)