Yu Baitian slowly calmed down. His grandson was right. There was no rush for this matter. They had to wait until after the New Year.

He winked at Yu Xunting, meaning: What do you think? The wife grandpa found for you is pretty good, right? You weren't happy with her before.

Yu Xunting: Thank you, Grandpa!

Yu Baitian: It’s a pity that the little girl doesn’t like you yet.

Yu Xunting: ...

Wenwen just feels that she has no time to read books now. No, she must find time to finish reading the medical books she bought.

After two days of rest, the villagers started to get busy again. Everyone brought buckets and basins from their homes, and even the children helped.

They are all capable people. After Wenwen demonstrated it once, they all knew how to do it. Careful women did a better job and really managed not to waste any powder.

Wenwen looked at the three large stone mills. It was the coldest time of the year now, and it had snowed a few days ago, but not heavily. The weather had been nice these past few days, with the sun shining brightly every day.

In fact, even though the sun was shining, it was winter and everyone's hands were frozen red, but everyone was still full of passion.

The old village chief said that it had been a long time since there had been such a warm winter, but Wenwen didn’t understand.

Yu Baitian comforted him: "Brother, don't think too much. No matter what happens next year, it might still be a good year."

Wenwen finally understood that the older generation could all feel the change in the weather. If there was no heavy snow in the frigid north, the coming year might be a year of disaster.

Wenwen always thought that it was because of Lijiawan’s geographical location that the winters here were warmer than in Beijing.

Within two days, the 100 kilograms of cassava flour was dried and weighed, and the pure flour was 85 kilograms. Such a flour yield was unexpected by everyone else, not even Wenwen herself.

She thought the flour yield would be at most 60% to 70%, but she didn't expect it to be 85%. In later generations, the best flour yield was 85%, which was the flour yield of the best variety of cassava.

In this way, the cassava variety from Lijiawan is the best.

Everyone was excited again. With a flour yield of 85%, even if the yield per mu is only 1,000 jin, 850 jin of flour can be produced. This is an incredibly high yield!

The total output is jin, and the flour yield is 85, so this time the cassava flour is jin.

Li Jianguo laughed excitedly. Their Lijiawan was the only one in the country with so much grain.

Yu Xunting looked at the excited Li Jianguo and said, "There are more than 100 households in Lijiawan, with about 1,000 people. If all the cassava flour is distributed, each person will get 18 kilograms. If there are 5 people in a household, each family will only get about 90 kilograms. How many days can this last?"

Li Jianguo was completely chilled by Yu Xunting's cold water. Yes, how long can 18 kilograms of food last? It's still far from enough to fill his stomach.

Wenwen couldn't help laughing when she saw Li Jianguo who was devastated.

Yu Baitian glared at his grandson and said, "This is already very good. If it were a disaster year, 90 kilograms of grain per household would last two or three months. This could save lives."

"Yes, and this is just the beginning. It will get better and better." Wenwen looked at everyone and said, "This is just a rough calculation. The exact data will have to wait until all the cassava flour is dried."

The work was finally done, and it was less than half a month before the Chinese New Year. Wenwen wrote a letter home. She also prepared cassava flour and sent it back home so that her parents and brothers could try it, and she wrote down the recipe in the letter.

The New Year is coming soon, and I need to buy some New Year’s goods.

At this time, Yu Xunting and several others came down from the mountain. They had stayed on the mountain for most of the day. It was said that they were going to dig a trap, a big trap that could catch wild boars.

Wenwen told the two of them, and Yuxunting said, "Then let's go tomorrow. I was planning to go and see it in the past two days."

"Fourth brother, if you want to call, tell Dad that it's too cold and I won't be going to town. Tell Mom and Dad that I miss them very much."

"I know! Little flatterer." Wen Xiao laughed.

"Is Wen Xiao at home?" someone shouted outside the yard.

"I'm here." Wen Xiao ran out, not knowing who was looking for him.

"Wenxiao has your letter and package," said the postman.

Wenwen also came out: "Thank you for making the trip, it's so cold." A few days ago, Wenwen saw the postman delivering letters, so she asked if they could deliver the package next time.

Normally, if you have a package, you have to go to the post office to check the information and the contents, but Lijiawan is too far from the town and she didn't want to go. Fortunately, the postman was kind enough to agree.

After Wen Xiao checked that the items were correct, the postman was about to ride away on his bike.

Wenwen called him over, rummaged through the package, took out a bag of fruit candy and handed it to him: "Thank you for your hard work, take it back and sweeten your mouth."

The postman couldn't refuse, so he happily took it.

Several people took all the things into the house, and there were quite a lot of things.

Wenwen finished reading the letter first, and then found two bottles of medicine in the package.

She handed the medicine to Xiao Huimin: "The last time I was in the county, I told my family about Lanlan's condition and asked them to go to the hospital to ask if there was any medicine for this. The medicine was sent to me today."

Xiao Huimin took the medicine and kept saying "thank you" to her. Xiao Huimin was really grateful to her, knowing that if he hadn't met them along the way, his and her brother would have had a miserable life.

My sister's condition has improved a lot. Although she still doesn't want to talk, at least she doesn't sit in a daze all day long.

He could see that Yu Xunting was not an ordinary person, and even Wenwen and his sister were not ordinary people. He had also seen Wenwen's performance during this period, and secretly made up his mind that he must hold on to this thigh in the future.

Wenwen had no idea about Xiao Huimin’s rich inner thoughts, and she had no idea that he had won over such a capable general so quickly.

the next day

Yu Xunting and Wen Xiao rode the bicycles borrowed from the team leader's house and rushed to the town. They had not ridden far from Lijia Bay when they felt obviously much colder.

"Cousin, do you feel that it's much colder outside than in Lijia Bay?" Wen Xiao said.

"It's a lot colder, but strangely there's no heavy snow."

"Yeah! It's unusual not to have snow in winter." I'll ask about the weather in Beijing when I call later."

Wenwen was sorting out her belongings at the educated youth center. She put the things sent by home into the cabinet one by one.

A lot of things were sent from home this time.

Fifty kilograms of rice, three kilograms of noodles, ten kilograms of white flour, a bag of White Rabbit milk candy, two bags of fruit candy, and a can of malted milk.

There were four sets of cotton coats and trousers, one for her, one for Wen Xiao, one for Yu Baitian, and even one set for a child, which should be for Xiao Jiaolan.

Wenwen knew that her mother was a kind person, but she didn't expect her to be so kind. She just told her mother about Xiao Jiaolan's illness, and she made a set of clothes for Lanlan as well.

Wenwen felt that she missed her mother and home, that warm home.