Chapter 138 There's something strange between the two of them

the next day.

After getting up, Song Youyou went to the rented courtyard as usual.

Not long after she arrived, people started bringing in firewood.

"Thank you, old man. Here's the money for today's firewood. Ten dan of firewood, four yuan per dan. Here you go."

Song Youyou handed the money to the firewood seller.

"Thank you, thank you, comrade."

The old man quickly wiped his sweaty hands on the burlap on his body, then took the bills with a happy face. It was a large sum of money for him.

4 yuan can buy 80 eggs now.

If it is replaced with whole grains, it will be enough for the family to eat for a long time.

He earned 4 yuan a day for 6 days, which is 24 yuan a day.

This is almost as much as a month's salary for a formal employee in the city!

And this money can be earned just through labor, which is a way of income without any capital for him.

"Comrade, do you really not need to buy any more firewood next time?"

"Yeah, that's enough."

“…Oh, that’s true.”

The old man felt a little hopeless when such a good business suddenly disappeared.

However, people have bought a lot of firewood from him in the past few days, so it is indeed enough and there is no need to buy more.

"Well, comrade, if you need firewood later, you can come to me again!"

The old man folded the money carefully and put it carefully into the small pocket inside his belt. A white smile appeared on his dark face.

Looking at the old man's simple appearance, Song Youyou thought about it and gave him a reminder.

"Uncle, I've heard a lot of gossip lately that this winter will be especially cold. It would be best if your family could have more firewood and food to prepare for the winter."

"Is that really true? But winter came so late this year, it doesn't look like it's going to be particularly cold..."

The old man muttered something, then said:

"However, the village did send out a notice saying that the organization has asked us not to sell this year's old grain and to store more for next year's consumption.

But no one took it seriously. I was thinking of selling the grain for money.

After hearing what you said, young comrade, I won’t sell any grain.

I also happen to have some dried firewood at home, so I'll keep it for my family."

The old man thanked him and left.

Then four more waves of people came to deliver firewood.

Regardless of whether they believed it or not, Song Youyou still reminded each of them.

The winter frost damage has arrived this year, and the spring famine after the New Year is not far away.

Frost damage and cold disasters are inevitable.

These disasters depend more on the organization's ability to prevent and deal with them in advance, while the public depends more on following the policies.

But Song Youyou still tried her best to remind people around her to stock up on food and heating supplies for the winter.

After the last batch of firewood arrived, Song Youyou closed the door of the courtyard.

Then she put all the firewood in the yard into the space and slipped in herself.

After she tinkered with it for a few days, the space had changed again.

The previously bare grassland now contained 300 loads of stacked firewood.

There are also several more breeding farms built with adobe bricks.

One raises chickens, one raises ducks, and one raises pigs, just like a livestock farm.

The chicken and duck farms already had a flock of fluffy chicks and ducklings, 30 each, with the largest number of egg-laying hens.

The pig farm is still empty.

She made an appointment with her husband to bring the piglets over at noon today.

These are livestock breeding areas.

The black soil planting areas have also changed.