After he and his mother-in-law separated, he built a house and stocked a warehouse full of grain and

The old village chief took the lead in planting potatoes in the village, and several more households were added one after another.

Not many, maybe four or five households.

Shui Qing and Fan do not reject anyone who comes in.

First of all, people in the village earn their income through their own labor.

Opening up wasteland is a particularly tiring farm work. Currently, no one in my family can open up wasteland. The area where the three hills are connected is very vast and they cannot be left unused all the time.

As long as the wasteland can be opened up and turned into land, it can be used to grow potatoes, sugar cane, red beans, mung beans, soybeans and cotton, everything will be fine.

Secondly, potatoes are cheap. To the outside world, it means digging, but internally, it means buying. It costs less and is not a burden on others. It benefits others without harming oneself. There is no loss.

The third and most important thing is that whether it is a flood or a war, it is a good thing for the villagers to have enough food.

Shui Qing glanced at the shopping mall. Ten pounds of glutinous potatoes were 15 yuan, which was really cheap!

Well, everyone should set a higher limit every day.

One acre of land requires between 150 and [-] kilograms of potatoes, so they can earn at least five to ten acres of potatoes.

Anyway, this thing is said to be dug in a small forest. There is no capital, so it is normal to give more.

What Shui Qing didn't expect was that her and Fan Jin's unintentional act of kindness at this moment would be a huge help to her children in the future!

In the first month of the year, people outside are still immersed in the joy of the New Year, and most of the villagers in Shanshui Village are busy again.

There are people who build houses and store firewood, and now there are more people who help Fan Jin's family clear land to earn potatoes, and at the same time plow their own land to grow potatoes.

There are people who work diligently and follow the rules, and naturally there are people who want to take shortcuts.

"Dad, are you sure you are on this land?" Fan Dazhu carried a hoe on his back and stepped on the dead grass and fallen leaves with a look of reluctance on his face.

Fan Erzhu, who was following behind, also looked unhappy and complained: "They can just plant if they like. What does it have to do with our family? Our family can eat enough even if they don't plant."

After walking all morning, the soles of his feet were aching. Fan Sanzhu's dissatisfaction reached its peak, and he muttered: "Second brother is right, our family has eighteen acres of fertile land and dozens of acres more. Are we worried that we won't have enough to eat?

Dad, when you dig it out of the soil, it's so black that it doesn't even taste good! Besides, we still don’t know what the yield will be. What if we don’t get any profit after planting? "

"Yes, yes, why don't we wait until the people in the village know how to grow it, how much it yields, and whether it tastes good?" Fan Sizhu agreed.

Fan Qian had been walking with his four eldest sons all morning. He was already very angry, but when he heard the frustrated words from the four of them, he became even more angry!

He angrily rebuked: "You can't even eat shit to keep up with the heat! Tell me, the four of you are one year older after the new year. Why don't you all have brains?

Even if we don't plant them, as long as we find the place where your second uncle digs potatoes, can't we dig them back and eat them at home? Even if it tastes bad, it’s still edible food! "

Fan Dazhu and the four of them grunted again and again without refuting.

It doesn't matter if it tastes good or not, as long as it's edible.

Especially since they don’t have to plant it, it’s so happy to pick it up ready-made.

Fan Qian sneered: "You two uncles and aunts live in a big house and a big yard now, and you can still eat, but you can't?"

When the four of them heard this, they nodded in deep approval.

"As long as we find it and dig it back, your second uncle's family will have nothing to eat, let alone let the men in the village exchange it for his family to open up wasteland!" Fan Qian felt worried when he thought that his younger brother's land would exceed that of his older brother. There was a moment of depression.

He is the eldest brother. If his life is not as good as that of his younger brother, what will the people in the village think of him?

What do relatives and friends think of him?

I will only think that he is incompetent and not as good as his brother!

"Then let's look for it quickly, don't waste time." Fan Dazhu was very excited when he heard that he wished he could find it now and dig it all up.

Fan Sizhu asked hesitantly: "But dad, are you sure it's here? We've been walking all morning and still haven't found it."

Fan Qian waved his hand and analyzed confidently: "Your second aunt came back from this direction that day. She also said that it was a wild forest, so it could only go in this direction!"

Fan Erzhu raised an objection: "Then what if the second aunt dug in advance and deliberately came over there to mislead?"

"No, she is very stupid and not that smart." Fan Qian sneered.

Then he added: "That thing grows underground, so it's normal for it to be hard to find. Please look down and look carefully!"

"it is good!"

"Yes!"

Shui Qing and Fan Jin were drinking tea, eating cakes and reading in the room.

Since the physical work was outsourced, Fan Jin helped her with cooking, doing all the work except cooking, picking vegetables, washing, cutting, washing rice, making fires, etc., which made Shui Qing feel that her life was particularly leisurely and comfortable.

"How many people are working today and how many kilograms of potatoes do we need to buy?" Shui Qing asked casually as she lay on the couch with a short table beside her. She took a bite of the crispy jujube cake and drank it with scented tea to relieve her tiredness.

Fan Jin was sitting upright in an armchair in front of the window sill, reading a book.

Hearing this, he looked up and reported a number.

Then he thought of something, frowned and said, "When I went out in the morning, I saw my eldest brother taking Dazhu and the four of them out with hoes on their backs."

Shui Qing was half-lying and eating and drinking, feeling very comfortable. After hearing Fan Jin's words, Shui Qing became interested, sat up and asked, "They can't go to the ground, right?"

In her limited memory, these men were lazy whenever they could, and shied away their responsibilities whenever they could.

He doesn't have the slightest ability, but he has a terrible temper.

Fan Jin shook his head, "No, I think they are looking for potatoes."

Shui Qing laughed and said, "That's just right."

Their potatoes are not dug in the wild woods at all, let them find them.

"Shui Qing, this is my eldest brother," Fan Jin hesitated.

Shui Qing patted the pastry crumbs on his hand and said loudly: "There is nothing we can't talk about."

Fan Jin pursed his lips and said hesitantly: "My eldest brother is not a very decent man. If he can't be found, I'm afraid he will have other bad intentions."

"You mean he's going to take advantage of our potatoes?" Shui Qing concluded quickly.

Fan Jin nodded.

After the two looked at each other for a moment, Shui Qing was the first to break the silence: "It's okay. The soldiers will come and cover up the water and earth. Let's see what tricks he comes up with later."

"Ah."

The walls of their courtyard are high, and the adobe bricks they used were heavy and thick.

The top is densely covered with iron nails and bamboo sticks.

Fan Qian wanted to go into the yard and steal it.

The best idea is to plant potatoes in the field.

There's no rush, just catch people and seize stolen goods.

Over there, Fan Qian and his four sons wandered around for more than ten days, but found nothing!

Everyone's patience ran out.

"Dad, if we continue to look for it, our farmland will be wasted."

Rice was planted in March and April, and now it is early February, and the fields will be plowed in a few days.

They are not as tired as the second uncle who has oxen and donkeys to plow the land.

If I don’t save some energy, how can I survive digging in the ground?

"By the way, dad, why don't we go to my second uncle's field to dig some potatoes and take them home to eat?"

"This is a good idea. It can also save our family's food!"

"Anyway, the second uncle has planted a lot. We are his closest relatives. The second uncle will not be so stingy."