Farmer’s Blessed Girl

Yang Heshu nodded stiffly, squeezed out a smile and said, "Inspecting people's sentiments, this is also one of the assignments that Mr.

Both Man Bao and Bai Shanbao nodded eagerly to show their understanding, and then said that if he asked casually, they would definitely know everything and say everything.

Although it went very smoothly, it should be said that he has not been so smooth along the way, but he still feels that something is wrong. What should I do?

The only normal one should be Bai Erlang.

He was a little bored listening to them, climbed to the side of his bookcase, took out two packets of snacks, opened it and took a piece for himself, and put it in the middle for everyone to eat.

Yang Heshu asked about last year's harvest. He originally thought that the three children would not know. After all, this is something that only adults know, and most of them only have a general impression. Judging from the villages he has traveled, everyone can at most Say something like "The best piece of land is slightly worse than last year, and two bags of rice were harvested. If it's worse, it's not harvested."

But Man Bao and Bai Shanbao were not. They were able to tell the exact amount. For example, when harvesting last summer, the land with the highest wheat harvest in Qili Village belonged to the old Zhou family, who had collected two and a half stones in total. The worst, um, Harvested a bunch of wheat, but not even the seeds came back.

The rice is the worst. The field with the highest harvest belongs to the village head. There are two stones. Those with rice husks are cut back and ground into chaff.

Man Bao even had the data from the previous year. The two rummaged through the bookcase and showed Yang Heshu the average yield per mu.

Of course, this is only the data collected temporarily by Manbao in Qili Village, not including Master Bai's.

But Bai Erlang has the data of Master Bai's house. Of course, Bai Erlang didn't have it.

But Bai Shanbao and Man Bao together forced him to ask his father. His father didn't know, so he went to ask the housekeeper, so he also knew.

Of course, he wouldn't remember so many numbers, he just remembered the biggest number.

Because Man Bao and Bai Shanbao said that their goal this year is to exceed this maximum number.

Yang Heshu listened to them in a daze, and asked after a while, "Aren't you going to school, why do you have time to do such a thing?"

"When our husband heard that we were going to do something like this, he gave us time, and he also instructed us to ask more people, record more numbers, and then calculate the balance."

Bai Shanbao nodded, "This sum is calculated for us by Mr. Man. There are too many numbers, and Manbao always miscalculates."

"Obviously you were wrong."

Bai Erlang was afraid that the two would fight again. They would fight. If he stopped him, he would go against his heart. Math is slow, and such long numbers are difficult to calculate.”

Man Bao said: "It's not difficult at all, it's all careless."

Bai Erlang doesn't want to talk to her anymore. Since Mr. Zhuang has done a reconciliation in front of them, Man Bao and Bai Shanbao have learned it. Only Bai Erlang can't learn it. Plus, it's nothing, but the reconciliation, it's so difficult...

Yang Heshu looked down at the numbers, secretly memorized the numbers and asked, "In this way, isn't there a shortage of food in the village?"

"Yeah," Man Bao said sadly: "Many people can only eat thin food even when the farming is busy. Some villagers have almost started to eat 70% bran and 30% noodles. My father said, if we don't save food, Before the winter wheat is harvested, give us rice bran too."

Yang Heshu looked at Man Bao, "Your family can afford to read, is it still so difficult?"

Man Bao nodded, "Isn't that right? My family is very poor, but it's a little better than my classmates. They were brought home by their family a few years ago. I don't know when they can come to school."

Bai Erlang interjected: "I miss them, they haven't come to play with me for a long time."

Bai Shanbao: "They are also going to work in the fields, okay? It's busy farming now."

Yang Heshu opened his mouth and was about to continue to ask, but Bai Erlang asked: "I think our wheat is almost finished, and it will be almost in two days. My father said that in two days, the weather will be cold, and the wheat that is planted will have to pass through once. The cold wave can only grow well, so when will our beans be planted?"

"I don't know, look at my father," Man Bao said, "If my family starts planting, we will start planting."

Although the three children have read two or three agricultural books, they still do not have a good grasp of the farming season, so they can only plant what they grow in the village.

Especially in the old Zhou family, Man Bao felt that it would not be wrong to follow his father in farming.

"When will fruit trees be planted?" Bai Erlang is most concerned about this, "I remember who said that trees can be planted when beans are planted."

"That's what I said." Man Bao held up his little hand and said, "Theoretically speaking, the time should be the same, because it had warmed up by that time, the beans grew fast, and the fruit trees should also be easy to survive."

"But I want to plant fruit trees after the wheat is planted. Wouldn't it be possible to eat the fruit earlier?"

"It will freeze to death." Bai Shanbao said, "Uncle Tang said that he would only give us forty fruit tree seedlings, and then there would be no more to freeze to death."

Bai Erlang immediately stopped talking.

Yang Heshu immediately interjected at the right time, "Then do you want the court to allocate food relief? Will the villagers have a better life with relief food?"

"Of course," Man Bao was the first to answer, "We look forward to the government's allocation of food for relief every day."

Yang Heshu asked with a smile, "Then how do you think this standard should come about? Do you think your family needs to receive relief food?"

After thinking about it, Man Bao said, "If my family eats bran, that's the point. I don't like eating bran, it doesn't taste good, and it doesn't taste good."

Bai Shanbao and Bai Erlang, who had eaten steamed buns mixed with chaff from their classmates, also nodded, "It's not delicious."

Yang Heshu just looked at the two of them and asked with a smile, "Then do you think your family will also get it?"

Bai Erlang said: "My family doesn't need it, my family has money."

Bai Shanbao also said, "Although I was hit by a disaster last year, I can still get by, so my family doesn't need it."

Man Bao nodded, "Except for the two of them, everyone in our village should be able to receive relief food."

Yang Heshu, there are more than 60 households, there are quite a few people.

So he said: "The food relief can only be given to the most difficult group. Who do you think is the most difficult in your village?"

"Aunt Friday's house at the end of the village, her family is so poor, she ate half of the chaff in the first month, and the leprechaun brother next door, hum, their family is the poorest now, and Zhou Hu Brother, I went to see Erlu last time. Erlu said that their family is running out of food. Now the food is reserved for the tiger sister-in-law and Sanshou. They eat a dough made of wild vegetables and rice bran, which is really difficult. eat."

Yang Heshu saw that Manbao was like a treasure in a family. In addition to the previous conversation, they knew that she was the one most familiar with Qili Village, so they asked her, "Why are these three families the poorest?"