Dressed as a family of cannon fodder, the villain brother is busy opening up wasteland

Wen Yao asked Wang Yong to get a small rake and a small basket. He squatted on the ground and started digging, specifically selecting the plants that grew well.

After a while, the basket in the hands of the grandfather and grandson contained a basket of potatoes as big as a fist.

"Stop digging, stop digging, that's enough. Just have a taste of this precious thing. Your father will have to look for you later when he finds out." Luo Shi felt heartbroken, especially when Wen Yao told her that these things called potatoes are still good. It continued to grow until it could grow bigger than their adults' fists, and she began to feel distressed.

But we can’t dig any more.

Wen Yao wanted to dig more and eat new potatoes at night, but seeing Luo Shi's distressed look on his face, Wen Yao stopped.

"Just dig so much today, little potatoes. I'll come back to see you tomorrow." Wen Yao waved to the seedlings in the field while carrying the rake.

This prompted Luo Shi to slap her in the face: "Why are you here? Don't bother your father with these things. Just eat these things to have a fresh taste. If you want to come here every day, be careful if your father finds out and falls out with you."

The old lady was carrying the basket, and Wen Yao held his arm with the old lady, laughing and saying, "Don't worry, I guarantee that my father will be reluctant to fall out with me after eating it."

Luo Shi sneered, she still doesn't understand the old man?No matter how greedy he is, knowing that this thing can grow longer, he will definitely treasure these pieces of land more than his eldest son.

The two found Wang Yong, returned the rake, and returned home carrying a basket of new potatoes.

Wen Yao was eager to cook some spicy new potatoes, but the peppers in her backyard were not there yet, so she could only suppress her love for peppers and decided to order salt and pepper crispy small potatoes.

Wen Xiuyi and Old Man Wen came back from their work in the evening and saw a basket of small potatoes dug out by Wen Yao. The former's eyes lit up: "Can they all be eaten?"

The latter: "What is this?"

Luo Shi could only explain to Old Man Wen. When he said that this thing could grow longer and grow to be bigger than an adult's fist, Old Man Wen's eyebrows stood up.

"What? Can it still grow?" After saying that, he looked at Wen Yao with a look that was about to hit someone.

Wen Yao knew something bad was going to happen as soon as she heard her grandfather's tone, so she quickly picked up the basket and ran away.

"You girl..." Old Man Wen took two steps and wanted to follow up and teach his granddaughter, but Wen Xiuyi stopped him after just two steps: "Dad, it's not too bad, so I just dug a few. And these potatoes can be eaten in all sizes, so they taste delicious when they are so small.”

"No..." Old Man Wen wanted to say that he didn't want to beat this girl, he just wanted to tell her that she should be allowed to grow longer.

"Dad, Yaoyao didn't mean it. The child is greedy, so you should be considerate and considerate. Don't make yourself angry." Wen Xiuyi continued to persuade.

Old Man Wen: "..."

Seeing him like this, Luo Shi also glared: "I've dug it all, what's the use of it now? If you can, don't eat it later."

Old Man Wen: "..."

I can't stay here any longer, not even for a day.

When Wen Yao brought a large basin of salt and pepper potatoes to the table, Old Man Wen drooled at the aroma.

Everyone was gearing up, but they all looked at Old Man Wen.

Old Man Wen looked at him with a puzzled look on his face: "It depends on what I do, eat."

After saying that, he picked one up and took a bite. He didn't know how Wen Yao made it. The skin was crispy and soft inside. The taste of salt and pepper stimulated his taste buds and made him unconscious. Another bite.

Mmm, it smells so good.

After eating a few in succession, Old Man Wen discovered the problem. He picked up one and looked at it for a while without taking a bite.

"Grandpa, what are you looking at?" Wenfa asked curiously. This thing is so delicious. If grandpa doesn't eat it, give it to him.

Old Man Wen was stunned for a while, then looked at everyone and asked, "Are you full?"

Everyone was stunned at first, and a few children looked confused as to what the words meant, but others suddenly came to their senses.

Wen Yao chuckled, the old man finally came to his senses.

Old Man Wen didn't say it was okay, but after he said it, everyone realized that there was only a pot of salt and pepper potatoes on the table today, and there was nothing else to eat. However, they were actually a bit full, although they were not full. Full, but everyone feels full.

Old Man Wen was stunned for a long time, and finally put the salt-and-pepper potato on the chopsticks into his mouth. However, as he ate, his eyes became red unconsciously, and as he ate, he began to choke.

The few children were frightened and put down their chopsticks. They didn't know what happened to grandpa. Only Luo Shi wiped the corners of his eyes with red eyes. Others understood why old man Wen was crying.

"Eat, eat, don't cry." Luo Shi said pretending to be angry, but even Wen Yao noticed the choking in his tone.

Wen Yao was infected by this emotion and felt sour in her heart. She was not really ten years old, but inside was the soul of an adult in her 20s.

Even though she didn't experience this when she was growing up, Professor Wen told her and her brother since they were young that in the past, people really couldn't afford to eat. They had been exposed to the embarrassment and helplessness of that era since they were young.

What's more, with the development of the times and the popularity of TV series, Wen Yao can relate to it even if he has not experienced it personally.

"Master, are you happy?" Wen Yao asked softly.

Old Man Wen choked with sobs and nodded repeatedly, each one weighing heavily.

Happy, how could he not be happy? It turned out that he was just messing around when he was the boss. Unexpectedly, what he said was true. These things are really precious, and they can really save lives.

After sighing with emotion, Old Man Wen wiped his tears and said, "Boss, these are called potatoes. How many kilograms did you say you could produce from one acre of land?"

Wen Xiuyi sat down and said seriously: "The right way to farm is that one acre of land is at least three thousand catties. If you take good care of it, five thousand is not impossible."

Old Man Wen's hands were shaking.

"What about the other two kinds you mentioned? Also?" Old Man Wen's tone was trembling and full of excitement. He was referring to corn and sweet potatoes.

"The yield of sweet potatoes is about the same as that of potatoes. The yield of corn will be less, but the yield is at least a thousand catties." Wen Xiuyi answered honestly. As for the yield of corn, he still talked about less. After all, he said too much. Afraid of scaring the old man.

Old Man Wen's eyes turned red again: "Okay, okay, okay."

At this moment, Old Man Wen no longer asked about the origin of these seeds, nor how Wen Xiuyi understood these things. He always knew that the boss was different.

After wiping away his tears, Old Man Wen looked at his other two sons solemnly: "Starting from tomorrow, you two will help Wang Yong and brother Wang guard the two acres of land."

"Dad..." Wen Xiuyi was stunned and quickly spoke, why should he mention this again properly? He had already invited someone to come and see him, so why did he mention it again?

Old Man Wen raised his hand, stopped what he was going to say, and continued: "These things, until the day they are ripe, will never allow any mistakes." At this point, Old Man Wen suddenly glared at Wen Yao: "And no more mistakes are allowed. have eaten."

Wen Yao shrank her neck and stuck out her tongue playfully. She didn't want to eat. It was fine if she didn't eat. As long as the old man was happy.

That night, Old Man Wen lay in bed and couldn't sleep. Others didn't understand, but he really knew what it was like to be starved and helplessly watch the people around him eat Guanyin soil, and some even changed their sons to eat.

He didn't want to think of these memories from his childhood, but he couldn't forget them no matter what.