As October arrived, the rural circuit renovation project was nearing completion.
Due to the surge in production during the summer harvest in Dafang Village, the authorities specially sent experts to investigate and find out the reasons for the huge increase in production.
The team leader accompanied us all the way, and when asked if we had any special methods, he looked confused.
"This year's work is pretty much the same as in previous years, the only difference being the tractors and harvesters. Strangely enough, there aren't even any bugs in the vegetables this year. We thought the snow was so good last year that it froze them all to death!"
The expert didn't get any information, so he took some seeds back to study.
In short, due to the good performance of Dafang Village, it was not only rated as an advanced production brigade, but was also specially designated as a key experimental area for agricultural machinery.
So when it came time for the autumn harvest, everyone had a lot less work to do. They all stood on the ridges of the fields and watched the machines rumbling as they harvested. Soon, only rice stubble was left in the fields.
"This machine is so fast! We don't even have to use a sickle to cut the crops!"
"Who says not to? Don't men at home still have to do it?"
"At least we don't have to be so exhausted! Think about it, with machines, we don't have to rush so much. Wouldn't that be much easier?"
"Haha, that's true."
After the machine had harvested a few fields, everyone started to move and transported the harvested and threshed millet to the threshing ground in carts.
While the machines were operating, the strong male laborers were also busy. Although they were not cutting as fast as the machines, the efficiency was always higher because both sides were working at the same time.
There was electricity at home, and Hua Wanchi's bold idea was about to start.
"Grandma, do you think the oven can be used?"
Wan Qingliu glanced at her and said, "If you're not afraid of death, you can just take it out."
Hua Wanchi turned off the engine.
But the good news is that at least there won’t be power outages every few days at home.
The light bulb had been changed before, but it was not the LED bulb of later generations. Hua Wanchi bought it from Gongde Mall. She herself didn't know what technology her ancestors used.
The old light bulb is still installed at the door.
After all, although the new light bulb looks similar to the old one, its brightness is indeed extraordinary. Even if it can fool the uninformed villagers, it will be too eye-catching if it is hung at the door in a ostentatious manner.
Seeing that it was getting dark earlier and earlier, Wang Jingxia no longer went to Dujuanpo at night. There were lights at the doors on both sides, so she practiced directly at the door of her house.
Hua Wanchi sat at the door and clapped her hands. Little Youzi saw this and imitated her sister, clapping her hands.
Wang Jingxia turned around, looking rather proud.
"When you two grow up, do you want to practice with me?"
Hua Wanchi: "Practice!"
Little Pomelo also excitedly shouted, "Yes! Practice with Mom!"
Even Orange Peel and Peach Pastry joined in the meowing.
The light bulb wagged its little tail, ran around happily, panting and howling.
Perhaps because people's lives are getting better and better, more and more people in the village are raising cats and dogs, and no one will abandon their kittens.
After all, if you don't raise it yourself, you can give it away. If you can't give it away for the time being, it's okay to let the smaller one feed on the older one's milk for a few more days.
If all else fails, you can raise the dog and eat its meat. People here don't mind eating dog meat.
Of course, it is easy to develop feelings for cats and dogs, and many people cannot get over the psychological barrier and are reluctant to kill them.
As for babies, the children picked up several of them one after another. Some of them were already dead, so Hua Wanchi asked Wan Qingliu to help bury them. Some of them were still alive, so they were handed over to the police.
Occasionally, Wu Muxiang would come across one and adopt it herself, but of course, she would still leave it with Old Yu and Old Lady Wu.
Wu Muxiang always believed that he was blessed by the gods.
That day I was in such a desperate situation and the gods helped me.
Now that her life is better, she also wants to do more good deeds and help others.
Old Mrs. Wu liked to take care of children, so Wu Muxiang gave her food and some money, asking her to help take care of the children.
There were so many children that Old Mrs. Wu couldn't take care of them, so Wu Muxiang hired a nanny.
The new house she built at the beginning of the year was not small, because the original thatched house had many rooms, and Wu Muxiang continued the original area.
Originally, her husband planned to have more sons so that they could live with him in the future, but he and his only son died.
Only Wu Muxiang and Fang Guier, mother and daughter, were left.
The nanny hired was another widow in the village, her surname was Hua. Her husband had died and she had two sons. With six yuan a month, she could buy two meals at Wu Muxiang's house.
It was enough to support Widow Hua and her two sons.
On Hua Wanchi's side, the sound of merit points kept ringing.
Hua Wanchi said, "I think Widow Wu has the potential to be the director of an orphanage."
Wan Qingliu: "Don't you still have one golden finger left? Who are you going to give it to?"
"Hey, I haven't thought about it yet."
Hua Wanchi thought about this question for a long time, but still couldn't make a decision.
Her family members have absolutely no need for the golden finger. If anyone needs something, the supplies in her space can be sent over through grandma.
There are already two golden fingers in the village, and giving another one might cause problems. Besides, from her observation, other people are not as able to stick to their original intentions as Wu Guafu and Hua Ziqiang.
But she doesn't understand strangers. There are many miserable people in the world, and she can't help them one by one. Even if she gives them a golden finger, she may not be thanked.
In addition, her original purpose of giving the golden finger was to earn points, and now she has a larger amount of points for her to earn, so she is not in a hurry to do such a small thing.
So until now, her third golden finger spot is still vacant.
Hua Wanchi chuckled: "Didn't our ancestors say that the golden finger is just a toy for me? It doesn't matter whether I use it or not!"
Now Hua Xuguo goes to sell things once a month, sometimes he sells grain, sometimes he sells meat, sometimes he sells watches. In short, he buys all kinds of things in turn, without worrying about being discovered.
At present, Hua Wanchi’s space has a full range of things grown, and everything that can be made with the things grown is also available.
If she wanted, the flowers in the space could even be used to make essential oils.
Last time, the spiritual stone made the space change drastically. A lot of aquatic and seafood were cultivated in the rivers and sea areas. Although they cannot be eaten openly now, the dried goods can be sent from the sea market.
For example, dried cuttlefish, dried kelp, etc.
As for the mountain, apart from being covered with trees, there has not been much change and it is still "undergoing ecological evolution."
Hua Wanchi signed in again and got a bicycle ticket.
Hua Jingmin didn't want to live in the dormitory and had no place to live in the county town, so he came up with the idea of buying a bicycle.
With a bicycle, he can go home every day.
Although signing in usually means that the ancestors give you whatever you need, but a family with three bicycles...
Hua Wanchi asked doubtfully, "Isn't this really too eye-catching?"
Wan Qingliu was amused: "Who cares? It's your Third Uncle who's the center of attention anyway!"
Hua Jingmin is a retired battalion commander. Who would believe that he doesn't have two thousand yuan on him?
With so much money, buying a bicycle is not a difficult thing.
Wan Qingliu directly accepted the bicycle ticket from Hua Jingmin at a friendly price of 50 yuan, and told him to go to the county town to buy the bicycle himself.
She and Hua Wanchi split the 50 equally.
hey-hey.
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