Reborn in the 60s and adopted

After talking with the old accountant, the village chief was also very anxious. At this moment, he didn't care whether Uncle Tang was working in the bamboo weaving team.

"Tang Laosan, come out for a moment." The village chief looked at Tang Laosan and Tang Yong next to him, who were chatting and laughing while playing with silk.

"Village chief." Tang Yong saw the village chief coming and hurriedly greeted him.

"Yeah." The village chief responded.

"Uncle village chief." Uncle Tang was a little confused as to why the village chief came to see him at this time. He put down the weapon in his hand and greeted him first.

"Come, let's go out and talk." The village chief walked out of the hall first.

The two of them walked one after the other into a large bamboo forest behind the landlord's house (the village primary school).

The village chief looked around to make sure there was no one around before he started speaking.

"The third brother." The village chief.

Uncle Tang looked at the village chief's mysterious and hesitant look and thought something big had happened.

"Uncle, what's the matter?" Uncle Tang San said a little anxiously.

"Alas, it's not this autumn harvest."

"The autumn harvest is pretty good, much more than last year." Uncle Tang was relieved when he heard about the autumn harvest. After all, it was not a big deal.

"You little brat, you interrupted me before I could finish. What I meant was that after the autumn harvest, we have to pay the public grain, and the remaining food can only last until after the Spring Festival next year. I am very worried. Even if we plant wheat, we have to wait until May or June to harvest it. What are we going to do with these several months left?" said the village chief anxiously.

"That... Uncle, I don't know either." Uncle Tang was dumbfounded after hearing this. He thought that this year's grain could finally be eaten until next autumn harvest.

"You little brat always has a lot of ideas, think about it quickly." said the village chief.

Uncle Tang scratched his hair and looked at the village chief worriedly.

"Uncle, you are the village chief, why are you asking me? Isn't this something you officials should think about?"

"Hmph~ Don't give me that. We have a way to ask you." The village chief was so angry when he saw his nephew talking to him like this that he immediately kicked him.

"Ouch, uncle, why did you kick me without saying anything? It hurts so much." Uncle Tang covered his thigh.

"You little brat, I told you before that you would take over my job in the future. Now you have to come up with a solution for me," said the village chief.

"I, can I not take over your job? I don't want to become bald too early." Uncle Tang said.

"This has to be you, no discussion. If you don't want to be the boss, Mao Yuanqing has been wanting to climb up. If I weren't still standing here, with no merits or faults, he would have used his connections to pull me down long ago. Why don't you do something good for me?" The village chief looked at Uncle Tang with a look of disappointment.

"Uncle, if he wants to be the boss, let him be the boss." Uncle Tang San said indifferently.

"You think that if he becomes the village chief, you and I will have a good life. That man holds a grudge very hard. You are such a loser." After saying that, the village chief patted Uncle Tang's shoulder hard again.

Uncle Tang grimaced in pain.

"Okay, my uncle, please give me some time to think about it carefully, okay." Uncle Tang was numbed by the beating and had no choice but to agree first.

After seeing off the village chief, Uncle Tang kept thinking about this matter while going to work and almost got his hand cut by the machete.

After returning home, Uncle Tang sat on a bamboo chair under the eaves, feeling a little worried.

Tang Mei looked at her third uncle, who was sitting there with a blank look in his eyes. She called him several times but he didn't respond.

"Dad, Dad, what are you thinking about?" Tang Mei pushed his arm.

"Ah, Meimei, what do you want to talk to Dad about?" Uncle Tang came back to his senses a moment ago when he was pushed by him.

"Dad, what are you thinking about? I called you several times, but you ignored me." Tang Mei said.

"Isn't this just thinking about something?" Tang Yongli said.

"Dad, can you tell me and let me share the burden with you for a while?" Tang Mei asked tentatively. She really wanted to help her parents do something.

"Oh, it's just that there isn't enough food after the autumn harvest, and we can't survive until next autumn." Tang Yongli simply said to Tang Mei.

"Ah, this, I went to the fields this year and saw plenty of grain, right? Why is it not enough to eat?" Although Tang Mei was from the countryside in her previous life, she had already contracted and settled down at that time, so she didn't understand why there was not enough grain to eat.

"We also have to pay public grain, and other than public grain, there is the village's food." Uncle Tang explained.

"Oh." She had only heard from the older generation that the grain tax was abolished when she was very young, so she didn't think about it just now.

"What should we do now? Haven't the village officials come up with a solution?" Tang Mei asked.

"Why haven't I thought about it? But there's no way I can do it. Otherwise, your village chief wouldn't have come to embarrass me." Tang Yongli sighed.

"The village chief asked you to think of a solution? Dad, I'm not just guessing, the village chief is trying to train you." Tang Mei thought that even the educated youth were sent by her uncle, and this bamboo weaving team was also led by her father. If it weren't for the support of the village chief, her father probably wouldn't have been able to do it.

"Hey, little girl, you are quite smart. It is indeed your village chief grandfather who wants to train me to be his successor." Uncle Tang smiled as he spoke.

"So what are your plans?" Tang Mei asked.

"I... I haven't thought about it. I just want to take good care of your Third Aunt, you, and our little home. Every household is having difficulties these days, and I can't help too many people." Tang Yongli said worriedly.

"Then Dad, you really don't want to be an official in the future?" Tang Mei asked again.

"You little girl, didn't I just tell you? I don't want to." Tang Yongli said to Tang Mei in a good mood.

"Oh, I originally had some ideas, but since Dad doesn't have any, I won't say anything. Let the village chief worry about it himself." After Tang Mei finished speaking, she tentatively stretched out her foot to leave.

"Oh, my dear, even if daddy doesn't become the village chief or something like that, he still wants to help the villagers. After all, they all look up to me or grew up with me, and I can't just watch them starve to death." Tang Yongli held Tang Mei's hand.

"Oh," Tang Mei replied calmly.

"My dear daughter, just tell me." Tang Yongli made a begging gesture.

Tang Mei was instantly amused.

"Okay, Dad," Tang Mei said. "Let me ask you, there are so many bamboo forests in our village, do you dig bamboo shoots to eat?"

"It's generally not eaten. It has a bitter taste. It's not that it's inedible, but few people eat it." Tang Yongli said.

"Do you eat the mushrooms in the bamboo forest?" Tang Mei asked again.

"Mushrooms. The ones with a red flower on top? Aren't they poisonous?" Uncle Tang couldn't believe that those mushrooms were edible.

"That kind is definitely not edible. Are there any white ones that look like an umbrella?" Tang Mei asked.

"Yes, of course there are plenty."

"What about white mushrooms, king oyster mushrooms, and tea tree mushrooms?"

"What is that?" Tang Yongli was confused.

"Oh, they are the ones behind our house. There are short white mushrooms. There are also long and thin ones. We can eat them and sell them. Otherwise, we can ask the villagers to take the mushrooms from the bamboo forest and the woods on the mountain and plant them. If the temperature and humidity are right, they will grow in three to seven days on average. We just need to build a thatched shed. It would be best if there is an empty room and use it all to grow mushrooms."

Tang Mei originally wanted to suggest planting bamboo fungus, but the planting conditions in this era are limited. Bamboo fungus is rather delicate. If it is not picked when the mushrooms are about to grow, it will wilt on its own. The cost would be too high. So it would be better to plant white mushrooms, which are easier to grow. In the previous life, their entire village was planting white mushrooms and oyster mushrooms, which grow quickly and at a good price.

"Ah, can we grow mushrooms ourselves?" Tang Yongli asked puzzledly.

"Yes, and those bamboo forests, it would be great if we could build a paper mill there." Tang Mei sighed.

"Paper mill?" Uncle Tang was a little surprised.

"Meimei, can you run this factory by yourself?" Tang Yongli asked back.

"I don't know about that. But as for the technique, I heard about it from Sister Yan last time. It's quite simple." In fact, after her divorce in her previous life, she had more free time and liked to take some interest classes to do some ancient handicrafts, including papermaking.

"Really?" Tang Yongli's eyes lit up, but then he suddenly remembered something and extinguished the light in his eyes. "Meimei, our village is too poor, so don't mention this factory."

"Oh." Tang Mei didn't care. In this day and age, you couldn't start a factory or something. It was enough to just satisfy your craving.

"Meimei, your mother will prepare the meal soon, you can eat first. I will go ask your village chief grandfather if it is possible to grow mushrooms." Tang Yongli thought that if mushrooms could be grown, he would go to the supply and marketing cooperative to discuss cooperation.

"okay."