Everyone worked until after nine o'clock in the evening and finally completed the construction of all five trailers and reinforced them.

Lian Xiaomin took advantage of the time after dinner when everyone was busy to dry her wet cotton jacket and organize her things.

We have to set off early tomorrow morning, so pack up your things and go as soon as you can carry them.

She also took the opportunity of sorting things alone in the cave to check the space with her mind.

The sorghum on the black soil is ripe, and it really feels like the scene in the movie "Red Sorghum". I have planted several crops of sorghum recently, and there are bags of them stacked in the warehouse. It is very satisfying to look at them.

After harvesting all the sorghum today, she replanted 15 acres of sweet potatoes and 15 acres of potatoes.

The sweet potatoes and potatoes brought from the previous life in 2023 are already better than the varieties of this era.

The boiled potatoes that everyone is eating today were carried along by the four of them, and they were all quite small in size.

She had also eaten sweet potatoes of that era, and the taste was not very good, with a lot of strings and not very sweet.

The thirty acres of black soil in the space, apart from a higher yield, actually won't have a significant improvement on the taste of the crops. It's not that amazing.

Recently she plans to plant more sweet potatoes and potatoes. If the relief food from Sandaogou really cannot be delivered by then, she has a plan. She can arrange for Grandpa Qian to sell them to the villagers.

Lian Xiaomin also understood and found out the details. After all, she could use her mental power to find out a lot of backstage information.

Mr. Qian is not a black market boss. He is just a man who can make a living in their small commune by running the black market and bringing a few guys with him. He does not have that much power and ambition, but he does things in an authentic way.

So from the very beginning, she was thinking of recruiting people slowly. She didn't want to just be a seller and buyer. If that was the case, she would have to find a big place, at least a county town or a provincial capital, so that they would have such a big appetite to buy her goods.

She hoped that Mr. Qian and his people would gradually become her people, selling goods to her and doing things for her. This would solve many problems and she wouldn't have to trouble herself too much.

If he ships the goods directly to Qian Ye, his current capital will not be enough to cover much of the cost, so why bother? If he becomes her own person, helps her with things, and then settles the bill after selling the goods, this is a more reasonable approach, and everything is under her control.

With her abilities and the abundant supplies at the space port, she has nothing to fear.

Besides, that little bit of stuff is insignificant compared to her space, so she just took it out to try out Qian Ye and the others first.

In this era, if you want to be successful in shipping and selling goods, you must at least have your own people first. You won’t have to worry about the goods, but people are not just a matter of thinking. You have to think carefully, deal with them slowly, and invest and pay.

Including Sun Xuefeng, whom she had rescued before, who was also someone she planned to test and train.

Lian Xiaomin has just traveled to this time and space for two months. She is 13 years old and has many years and time to grow up, experience a different life, and find her own fun. At this time, she does not need to have great ambitions, just live casually.

Regarding these prepared sweet potatoes and potatoes, they can be used as food when there is a food shortage, and more importantly, they are cheap.

Chunxiu told her that when the educated youth were first assigned to the village, they would first buy dozens of kilograms of food on credit to eat first. Later, when they did not have enough work points, they would exchange money for food. Sweet potatoes were only three cents per kilogram.

Sorghum rice used to be sold at 1.2 cents per pound, and this was the price given to villagers. But this year it is completely gone. Now the village granary has nothing except some sweet potatoes and potatoes. The educated youth even wanted some corn stubble, let alone sorghum.

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Everyone went to sleep. Zhang Wenyong was still the first to take charge at night, followed by Wang Xintian, and then Doubao, Huzi, and Lian Xiaomin took over one after another.

It was almost ten o'clock. Zhang Wenyong was sitting on the grass mat at the entrance of the cave. In the light of the fire, he was still thinking about the treasure that Xiaomin had given him today.

Lian Xiaomin planned to eat another piece of roasted sweet potato before going up the tree to sleep. The sweet and sour pork in her stomach had been almost digested by then, and she was a little hungry.

She was peeling the skin while eating the roasted sweet potatoes. The flesh was dry and delicious. She took them out from her space and pretended that she had carried them on her back. She took out more than ten pieces and asked Doubao to roast them. No one seemed to have any special reaction after eating them.

Everyone went in after a few bites, and no one said anything different, so she felt relieved.

Lian Xiaomin thought about it and agreed. At that time, people ate like crazy without thinking too much. They didn’t care about the taste. As long as they could eat it, it would be delicious.

Unlike the people of her previous life, when they wanted to buy a baked sweet potato, they had to choose several stoves in the market and compare which one tasted better. Then they would decide which one liked the dry ones and which one liked the watery ones. Haha, they could spend a long time tasting a baked sweet potato and analyzing which one to buy next time.

People in the 1960s lived a simple life, ate roughly, and did not think so much. Their daily routine was to eat wild vegetables with corn stubble porridge. Even the astringent wild vegetables could be swallowed down without any problem.

It's better than having nothing to eat and dying of starvation. To be honest, there are many cases of people starving to death.

"Brother Sanyong, tomorrow is December. When will Sandagou organize a hunting trip? Are you still going? The dagger I gave you is the best way to protect yourself when hunting, but don't tell outsiders that I gave it to you."

Zhang Wenyong was stroking the handle of the knife with his palm. He looked up, looked at her and said, "That's for sure. Our affair must not be leaked in our village. This is a big deal."

He turned his head and raised his chin towards the cave: "Besides these three, there won't be another person alive who knows about this."

In the reflection of the firelight, the knife in his hand flashed a shiny silver light. Seeing his ruffian look, he just happened to hold the knife, pretending to be fierce and teasing her to say harsh words, even Xiaomin burst out laughing.

"What if someone around you, for example your father, my uncle Shengli, finds out one day, you can still silence him?" She curled her lips.

I heard that when the captain was fifteen or sixteen years old, he was a soldier in the village militia who was specifically responsible for detecting the Japanese.

The third son in their family was doing things in the black market, selling prey for money and so on. He figured out about three-quarters of the information himself, and then the news reached Li Xianghai and Lian Qiuping's family.

In fact, it is common for villagers to go to the black market to exchange things. After all, they don’t eat commercial grain and don’t have various tickets, so what else can they do?

"My father may know a little about my affairs, he knows his limits and won't ask or interfere. But when it comes to your affairs, not a single detail can be left out, and I will also give them all clear instructions. In addition, if you have any problems in the future, you must know how to use my hands and my mouth, Xiaomin, do you understand?"