In the hot November, this small mountain village in the north should have entered winter and frost.
But the weather is no different from midsummer, it's still scorching hot.
Everyone was tormented by the high temperature and were busy in the rice fields in the scorching heat.
The golden ears of wheat are hanging heavy, which means that everyone's job is saved.
What surprised the people of Yushudun was that the people from various villages who had always coveted their village and wanted to plunder its resources actually gathered at the west entrance of the village at dark.
Without exception, everyone who saw it was very worried, and they thought that these people were here to steal food again.
At such a critical moment, the village militia was exhausted from guarding day and night. Unexpectedly, they still failed to prevent it at the most critical moment.
Just when Zhao Wei was getting angry and was about to ask for support from his superiors, he saw these people draw their sickles.
"What... are you trying to do?"
The people in Yushudun nervously showed the tools in their hands.
Several village leaders hurried forward, wiped the sweat from their foreheads and said, "Don't get me wrong, we are here to help with the autumn harvest, we don't intend to mess around."
"Yes, we only brought 20 strong young men from each village. They are all good at work. With them, we can speed up the harvest."
"In the past... we were wrong. We did things without thinking and used the wrong methods. But the people in your village have been helping us and solving many of our problems."
"We are all here to help voluntarily, and we will not ask for any benefits."
"If you don't believe me, look, we didn't bring anything extra with us. We only took a vegetable cake, and when we got tired, we just ate it with cold water."
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Looking at the black wild vegetable cakes these people took out, the people in Yushudun became more cautious.
If it weren't for Zhao Wei helping everyone find ways to avoid the famine and engage in self-production to save themselves.
So, their current fate is that they may not even be able to eat this wild vegetable cake.
After all, the hills near them were almost destroyed.
Judging from their own experience, they believed that these people were here to help, so they put down their tools and looked at Zhao Wei eagerly.
Zhao Wei's mind was as clear as a mirror.
These people are being very humble. To be honest, it is a bit too much to refuse others' help.
But, can you really see the other person returning empty-handed when you leave?
Just let the people in your village eat white rice and meat?
This is a very cruel thing for the villagers in these villages who eat wild vegetable cakes.
He must be really crazy to do this.
Haha... this is just a tactic to win over people's hearts and minds. Seeing that forceful approaches don't work, these people have resorted to this sensational approach.
In fact, there is really no need to act like this in front of him.
He never thought about eating alone.
These grains are not included in the production plan and are entirely the result of the villagers' labor.
The rice variety Zhao Wei chose this time is an early rice. The taste is average, even a bit rough, but it is very swellable. One bowl of rice can expand into 3-4 bowls of rice after absorbing water, giving a strong sense of fullness.
In an era of material scarcity, this kind of rice could fill people's stomachs, so it became Zhao Wei's first choice.
It is actually quite difficult for the production capacity of one village to feed the people of the surrounding villages.
Zhao Wei calculated that each person would probably only get a few dozen kilograms of food.
But this is enough to give them hope of survival.
As long as they can survive this winter, he will continue to lead everyone to farm in the spring of next year, and strive to make sure that all villages can grow this kind of rice.
So, since these people had arrived, he saved the trouble of shouting at them and just led them to rush into the fields.
The fields were actually quite hot at this time of year. Everyone was working with torches, and men, women, young and old were all working together to the best of their ability.
The men were responsible for wielding sickles, while the women tied the rice into bundles, carried them on poles to the ridges of the fields, and then loaded them onto the oxen, horses, and cattle.
The elderly were responsible for transporting the rice to the threshing ground, and together with the children, they would dry the bundles of rice in the sun.
Yunxiu is pregnant and her pregnancy is already obvious.
A pregnant woman with triplets looks more exaggerated than an ordinary pregnant woman.
Therefore, she had no way to participate in such labor.
The four old people, the old man, the old lady, and the old grandfather, gathered together to keep her company.
The old grandmother is in better health and can do more, so she is responsible for preparing meals for several people.
Yunxiu sat down and did things within her ability, such as embroidering a flower or making a small piece of clothing.
Although I had Maggie Cheung to help with the preparations, I was about to become a mother and wanted to prepare some things myself.
Moreover, he heard that supplies would become increasingly scarce in the future, so Zhao Wei had the foresight to stock up on a lot of things in advance.
There is definitely cloth, as well as some brown sugar, various grains, beans, salt, medicines, etc.
I didn't stockpile much, I just wanted to ensure that my family would have no worries for three years.
Especially the items. In order to prevent any accidents during childbirth, Zhao Wei really wanted to move the pharmacy back home.
We have both Chinese and Western medicine, and we use whichever is appropriate, without any ambiguity.
There were some things he couldn't get by himself, such as antibiotics, and luckily he had Captain Zhou's help, otherwise he would have been groping in the dark.
When the morning dawned, the workers had been busy for several hours and their physical strength was already exhausted.
Hong Gu and Liu Qian worked together, picked up a lot of food in buckets and delivered the meals to the people at home.
Send it to a cool place in the fields.
It is said to be cool, but it is also a bit hot. As the sun rises, the temperature slowly rises.
Just when everyone was eating exhaustedly, Zhao Wei suddenly put down his bowl and looked intently in the direction of the mountain.
"What's wrong, cousin?"
Liu Qian wiped the sweat off his forehead and asked in confusion.
When the others heard this, they also looked up at him.
Zhao Wei did not take up the conversation, but signaled everyone to be quiet.
He simply dropped his bowl and climbed up a nearby tree.
Everyone thought there was some danger and couldn't eat. They all stood up and looked into the distance.
Several minutes passed and they saw nothing.
The mountains are still mountains, and the sun is still the same sun.
However, one tenth of the golden rice fields have been harvested.
With everyone working together and with the help of outside help, the speed was greatly improved.
Otherwise, even if everyone in the village worked non-stop, it would take five days to harvest these hundreds of thousands of kilograms of grain.
There is no other way. Without large-scale harvesting equipment, there is only the most primitive sickle, and the work efficiency is somewhat low.
Just when everyone was confused, they suddenly heard Zhao Wei shouting excitedly.
"The world has changed..."
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