This meal was the most satisfying meal the villagers of Wangjia Village had had in more than half a year.
From then on, Wangjia Village Canteen was officially opened.
At the same time, the villagers' own land was unified into collective ownership, and everyone worked every day to earn work points.
The newspapers published a shocking news story every day, which made the village chief's calves tremble. As an old farmer, he knew very well how much grain an acre of land could produce.
The village chief counted on his fingers every day and it was already September, and the rice would soon begin to ear.
In September, the rice fields in Wangjia Village and its surrounding areas began to head. However, a few days later, a torrential downpour lasting three days washed away all the rice in the paddy fields.
The rainstorm had finally arrived! The people of Wangjia Village looked at the rice fields, only straw rotting in the mud.
No matter how many warnings were given, the rain never came, and everyone had always held onto a glimmer of hope. Now, a heavy rain has shattered that last glimmer of hope.
For a moment, Mrs. Feng's house was more lively than before.
The central figure of the topic, Jiaojiao, once again leads the children of Wangjia Village into the mountains.
Looking at the muddy ground, the villagers of Zhoujia Village couldn't help but think of Wangjia Village's unusual planting of sweet potatoes in the spring. Fortunately, they followed suit and planted a lot of sweet potatoes, otherwise they would have had no food for the winter.
Yanjia Village, Xiaoya’s grandmother and her family.
"Thanks to our eldest sister!" Wang Yan, the wife of the eldest brother Yan Chenggang, said with emotion, "If our eldest sister hadn't told us in time, we would have been completely unprepared."
"Yes! The sweet potatoes we planted in the spring are enough for our family to eat for two months." The second son's wife Li Qiu continued.
Uncle Yan Chenggang said after a while, "Thank you so much, Jiaojiao! It's just like what my elder sister said, Jiaojiao is extraordinary! Let's go to Wangjia Village more often when we have time."
"I'll go too, to get some of the fairy spirit." My uncle Yan Chengcai agreed.
Xiaoya's grandmother finally said, "Keep in touch with your sister! And see if you can get some help from her..."
Jiaojiao, who was running wildly up the mountain with many children, had no idea that she was slowly embarking on the path of her family in her previous life: divination and fortune-telling.
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