After the winter wheat harvest, the village chief mobilized everyone to plant another crop of autumn sweet potatoes. Now, every acreage in Wangjia Village that can be used for crops is planted with sweet potatoes, potatoes, and other crops.

In July, the sweet potatoes in the fields were ready for harvest. These sweet potatoes matured earlier than those grown in the sandy land.

Dig up the soil to reveal the sweet potato pieces crowded together underneath.

The seasoned farmers gasped. The reason was simple: they had been farming their entire lives, but they had never seen such a high yield from sweet potatoes. Sweet potatoes are inherently high-yielding. While wheat yields 200 kilograms per mu, sweet potatoes can easily yield 2,000 to 3,000 kilograms per mu, more than ten times the yield of ordinary crops. Some superior sweet potato varieties can easily yield 4,000 to 5,000 kilograms per mu.

The sweet potato seedlings cultivated by the Feng family were even more impressive. After turning over an acre of land, the sweet potatoes were large and plentiful. Even without weighing them, the experienced farmers could estimate the number at a glance.

"It's definitely over 10,000 kilograms!" Grandpa Dashan whispered to the village chief, "Hurry up and transport it back! It's attracting too much attention!"

The village chief had the same idea. He quickly called for a flatbed truck and asked the villagers to quickly load the things and transport them home in batches.

After the sweet potatoes, we harvested potatoes. The potatoes were also large and plentiful, which was eye-opening.

Wangjia Village had a bumper harvest. The potatoes and sweet potatoes were harvested early, and the harvest was not only plump but also yielding a good yield. The entire village was filled with joy. The villagers hurried to cut the sweet potatoes and make dried sweet potatoes. They also reinforced the cellar, raising the entrance, building a wall around it, and adding a lid. In case of rain, the lid would be closed to prevent water from entering the cellar.

A few miles away, Zhou Xianyong was looking at the sweet potatoes in his field, which were still a little short of cooked.

"Wangjia Village truly is under divine protection!" Zhou Xianyong muttered to himself. Planted at the same time, the crops in Wangjia Village were already ripe. The two plots of land were only a few miles apart, so if it wasn't divine protection, he couldn't think of any other reason.

However, when Zhou Xianyong saw that the fruits in the sandy land of Wangjia Village were not yet ripe, he felt a little more balanced.

In July, Daqing Mountain was awash in life. The chestnut trees Jiaojiao had previously transported from the space were now laden with chestnuts. Each fruit was large and plump. The chestnuts, which should have matured in September or October, had ripened two or three months earlier, but the people of Wangjia Village were no longer surprised by this.

The villagers of Wangjia Village took their baskets and bags and went up the mountain to pick chestnuts. Chestnuts are sweet and full of starch, and a few can make up a whole meal.

After picking chestnuts, it's time to harvest yams and potatoes. Every day when Jiaojiao led the children up the mountain, she'd secretly planted yams, potatoes, pumpkins, and other crops all over the hillside. Now was the time to harvest.

The adults are busy harvesting, and the children are busy harvesting.

Unlike the adults, the children's harvest was even more interesting. The wild grapes from the mountains had been harvested for months and were still bearing fruit. Mulberries had already produced several crops. There were also wild strawberries, wild persimmons, black star fruit, and girl fruit.

In addition, they also catch cicada monkeys, which are fragrant and nutritious when fried.

In order to allow the children of Wangjia Village to catch enough cicada monkeys, Jiaojiao has secretly taken several cicada monkeys to the space to reproduce.

After the work in the mountains, it was time to harvest the sandy land. The villagers of Wangjia Village had just finished harvesting the sweet potatoes and potatoes from the sandy land. Taking advantage of the good weather, they made them into dried sweet potatoes, potato flour, and other foods for storage.

Looking at the overflowing food reserves, the people of Wangjia Village felt reassured for the first time about the impending natural disaster. Even if a natural disaster occurred, they would have enough food to cope with it.

While the villagers of Wangjia Village were at peace, a newspaper report gave the village chief a jolt of anxiety: wheat yields per mu in a certain county in Henan Province reached 2,105 kilograms.

"Oh my goodness! Our wheat yield is less than 200 kilograms per mu. I'm sure I'll get scolded again if we go to the meeting!"

"No, I have to go find Old Lady Feng's family... Tell me how to calculate it. Our production is so low, am I going to be fired?"

The village chief immediately ran to Jiaojiao's house. As soon as Jiaojiao saw the village chief, she knew his purpose.

"Grandpa Village Head, don't worry. There will always be a way out when you reach the mountain! As long as you devote yourself to the villagers, you won't have to worry about anything else."

When the village chief heard this, he felt relieved.

In July, a notice arrived in Wangjia Village, ordering all localities to establish production teams and collective canteens. While production teams were easy to build, how would the collective canteens provide the necessary food? The village chief felt a headache just thinking about it.

At the Feng family compound, the village chief arrived again. His face was filled with worry. "Old Mrs. Feng, give me some advice. How should we build this canteen? What should we do if we run out of food?"

In the past, if villagers were short of food, he could privately lend some. But now, with a canteen, if there's a food shortage, the whole village suffers. The whole village is watching, waiting for you to figure out how to solve the food problem. Just thinking about it makes me feel like I'm being overwhelmed by pressure. It's too much!

What can Old Lady Feng do about such a thing?

The village chief glanced at Jiaojiao. Jiaojiao knew she had no solution to this problem. She had never heard of it before, had never seen it before, and didn't know how to help.

In the Feng family courtyard, Jiaojiao and Dabai were playing in the yard, making a series of laughs.

Human beings do not share the same joys and sorrows. The village chief sighed and left Old Lady Feng's house, returning to the brigade headquarters to discuss countermeasures with other people.

In mid-July, Wangjia Village was renamed Wangjia Village Brigade. A brigade canteen was built in the center of the village, next to the brigade headquarters. Two meals a day, both vegetables and meat!

It was bustling now. The Feng family courtyard used to be the busiest place in the village. Now it was the brigade cafeteria.

The first meal served at the canteen included meat, a wild boar slaughtered in the mountains. There were also vegetables, seasonal vegetables harvested from every household in the village. And the staple food was large white steamed buns made from freshly harvested wheat flour.

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