Drive a RV and go farming in ancient times.

In this valley, there are more than a dozen walnut trees, estimated to be hundreds of years old. They have thick trunks and lush branches. They naturally produce a lot of walnuts, which is very exciting.

Village chief Xu was in charge of the situation, and the villagers all made their allocation consciously. Five or six people were divided into one tree. Some people hit it hard with a long pole, and the walnuts fell to the ground like rain. Others did not wait until they finished beating. I couldn't wait to rush over and pick it up in my own basket.

From time to time, he would be hit on the head by falling walnuts, but he would only let out a groan without delaying the movement of his hands, let alone dodge.

Everyone is very quick with their hands and feet, and they don't even think about talking, they just work hard.

These are all things that can replace food to satisfy hunger. They can save lives at critical times. If you pick up more, you can gain more chances of survival. Who dares to be lazy?

Everyone was busy in full swing, and Village Chief Xu felt satisfied when he saw it. He was even more pleased that the villagers did not fight for it, but consciously grabbed the one-third of an acre of land in front of them.

In just half an hour, more than a dozen walnut trees were looted, and there were piles of stuffed baskets and sacks on the ground. After returning home, the walnuts had to be processed again, peeling off the outer green shells and drying them in the sun. Only then can you save it and eat it slowly without worrying about it going bad.

After beating the walnuts, the villagers sat on the ground and rested for a while. Those who had brought dry food took a few bites to replenish their strength. Those who did not bring some could only drink water. However, everyone had a smile on their face, which was the satisfaction after the harvest. Being down-to-earth is the confidence and hope to fight against drought and hunger.

At this time, when I look at Xu Huaiyi, the emotions in my heart are even more complicated. There is still fear, but it is undeniable that there is also a lot of gratitude.

Xu Huaiyi could have not told others. He could have kept it all for himself. If he couldn't use it at home, he would have used a mule cart to sell it in the town or county. I believe he would be able to sell it easily. By then, any amount of money he could earn would be his alone. No one could say anything.

But now, he told everyone for free, and he didn't take any credit or repay the favor. He was as calm as if he didn't realize how big a thing he had done and how many people could appreciate it.

Is this person truly kind and kind, or is he a ruthless hypocrite?

Xu Huaiyi didn't care at all what others thought of him. He found a clean stone and sat down, holding a pot cake in his hands and eating it deliciously.

The pot cake is stuffed with the sauce he made himself, including diced meat, beans, and mushrooms. It is delicious and oily, and it is paired with a golden and crispy white flour pancake. Even a god would not change it.

The only shortcoming is probably that there is no chili pepper, and it is missing a bit of soul.

Meng Erzhu gnawed on the steamed bun and smelled the rich aroma. He never felt that the dry food in his hand was hard to swallow. He turned his back silently, keeping his eyes out of sight.

He is honest. If it were Xu Huaixiao, he wouldn't be able to control the sadness in his eyes. This time he went into the mountains to get multi-grain steamed buns, which were paired with pickles pickled by his mother. They usually tasted delicious and could kill three or four in one go. , it’s better now, it’s completely tasteless.

The same was true for several other people. Without comparison, there would be no harm. They were eating dry food and chewing wax, but they did not feel jealous of Xu Huaiyi.

Gao Zhuang asked curiously, "Huaiyi, are the pancakes you brought here made by my younger siblings? My younger siblings are really good at craftsmanship. You are in luck..."

Xu Huaiyi did not deny it. It was not that he admitted that he felt embarrassed cooking, but he wanted to take this opportunity to powder his wife's face. "My wife made it. She is really good at cooking. No matter how common the ingredients are, she has them in her hands." It can also turn rotten things into miracles. She felt sorry for me because I had to work hard, so she prepared this cake for me from early to late at night. She was afraid that I would not be able to eat well and suffer, and that my body would be damaged again..."

"She is also very capable. She is at home all day long and has no time to spare. She can do needlework, take care of children, and do anything. Being able to marry her is the greatest blessing in my life..."

The more he praised, the more addicted he became, and he kept talking. In his mouth, Gu Huanxi was a good woman who could not be exchanged for a lot of money. She was the best example among daughters-in-law, a role model for women to learn from, and she was enough to write a book and write a biography.

The friends surrounding him, "..."

Aren’t women just what he said they should be? Being virtuous, gentle, hard-working and capable, aren't these the standard traits of a daughter-in-law? How could Xu Huaiyi say that she has become such an incredible quality?

But from this incident, they all deeply realized that Xu Huaiyi was a wife slave, which was irrefutable.

After resting for two-quarters of an hour, the villagers couldn't sit still. There were no walnuts or persimmons. These were cooked, sweet and soft, and could be eaten as fruit in winter. Not only did they relieve inflammation, they could also relieve coughs and soothe children. Excellent.

So, everyone was busy working on the persimmon trees again. They could only hit the persimmon trees with poles at the higher places, and climbed up to pick the persimmon trees at the lower places. Soon, the sacks on the ground could no longer hold them. When they came, they didn't dare to hold too much. I expected too much and got a lot of sacks, but now I don't have enough.

Upon seeing this, Village Chief Xu arranged for some people to carry the walnuts down the mountain first, and then call others to do the work. If there were not enough people at home, he would have to run the errands himself. In short, try to carry all the food on your back. go home.

Xu Huaiyi followed them. He only picked a sack of walnuts and not many persimmons. He could carry them with a basket.

Even so, the total weight of these things is seventy or eighty kilograms. Carrying them out of the mountain is difficult, and the road is difficult to walk. For more than an hour, no one who is strong can bear it.

Village Chief Xu asked him, "Huaiyi, why did you pick so many persimmons? Are you coming back?"

Xu Huaiyi explained, "I'm not coming back. Uncle village chief, have you forgotten that there is a persimmon tree in my backyard? The fruit on it is enough for our family to eat. If we pick too many, we can't take them all away."

Village Chief Xu thought for a while, "Yes, this thing is heavy. How much effort will it take to carry too much when you escape? The cart also has to push grain and household items, but there is not much room for it."

Xu Huaiyi added, "I have to hunt chestnuts and pears tomorrow. There aren't many pears, but the chestnuts are okay. Those things are better than persimmons and walnuts to satisfy my hunger."

Village Elder Xu's eyes lit up, "Yes, yes, chestnuts are much more cost-effective than those ones. Not only can they satisfy hunger, but they can also nourish the body. It's better to give chestnuts to them if you have enough energy and space, but you can't just pick up the sesame seeds and throw them away." Got watermelon..."

After saying that, he shouted to everyone who was still picking persimmons desperately, "Don't be greedy. You can't take too much with you. On the way to escape, how much can you carry? Do you want food and property? Don't care about the elderly or children." Anyone with an ox cart has already made an estimate of how many kilograms the ox can pull. If there are too many, it will be the end of the road and it will be exhausted..."

Someone responded loudly and unwillingly, "Village chief, these are all for food!"

Village Chief Xu raised his voice and said, "There will be chestnuts tomorrow. Isn't that better than persimmons to satisfy hunger? You have weighed it up. If you want everything, can you still get on?"

After hearing these words, the villagers calmed down from their excitement. Yes, they picked so many, why would they carry them on their backs? There must be a choice!

He also responded cleverly, "Uncle Village Chief, I have a lot of family members, so I can definitely take them away. If you can't take them away, it won't be a loss to sell them in the town!"

Hearing this, other people also thought about it, yes, if they can't take it away, they can sell it. Anyway, they have no shortage of energy. The worst thing they can do is work harder these two days and run more trips back and forth.

When Village Chief Xu saw this, he couldn't say anything else. He waved his hand and said, "You can do what you want. Those who are not tired can pick it off and carry it out, but no one can snatch it away."

"Don't worry, village chief!"