The village chief took the lead in planting potatoes, and several more households joined in.
Not many, maybe four or five households.
Shui Qing and Fan Jin welcome all who come.
Firstly, the villagers all earn their living through their own labor.
Clearing land is extremely tiring farm work, and currently no one in our family is capable of it. The area where the three hills meet is very vast, and we can't just let it lie fallow forever.
As long as the land can be cleared and turned into soil, it's good to plant potatoes, sugarcane, red beans, mung beans, soybeans, cotton, and everything else.
Secondly, potatoes are cheap. To outsiders, it's said that they are dug up, but in reality, they are bought. It's cheap and easy, benefits others without harming oneself, so it's not a loss.
Thirdly, and most importantly, whether it's a flood or a war, having enough food is a good thing for the villagers.
Shuiqing glanced at the mall; ten pounds of soft, fluffy potatoes for fifteen yuan—truly a bargain!
Okay, let's set a high point for everyone each day.
One mu of land requires 150 to 200 jin of potatoes, so they should be able to earn enough potatoes from five to ten mu of land.
Anyway, they say this stuff was dug up from a small grove, so there's no cost involved, and it's normal to give more than you pay.
Shuiqing did not expect that her and Fan Jin's unintentional act of kindness at that moment would later do their children a tremendous favor!
While people outside were still immersed in the joy of the New Year during the first month of the lunar calendar, most of the villagers in Shanshui Village were busy again.
In addition to those who build houses and store firewood, there are now many who help Fan Jin's family reclaim wasteland to earn potatoes, while also cultivating their own land to grow potatoes.
Where there are diligent people who follow the rules, there are also people who want to take shortcuts.
"Dad, are you sure we're on this land?" Fan Dazhu asked, carrying a hoe on his back and stepping on the withered grass and fallen leaves, his face full of reluctance.
Fan Erzhu, who was following behind, also looked unhappy and complained, "Let them plant if they want, what does it have to do with our family? We have enough to eat even if we don't plant."
After walking all morning, Fan Sanzhu's dissatisfaction reached its peak. He muttered, "Second brother is right. Our family has eighteen acres of fertile land and dozens of acres of other land. Are we worried about not having enough to eat?"
"Dad, that stuff looks dark and unappetizing when we dug it out of the ground! Besides, we don't even know what the yield will be. What if we plant it and there's no harvest?"
“Yes, yes, why don’t we wait until the villagers have planted it, and then we know how to plant it, how much it will yield, and whether it tastes good before we plant it?” Fan Sizhu chimed in.
Fan Qian had been walking with his four eldest sons all morning and was already furious. Hearing their discouraging words only made him angrier!
He angrily rebuked, "You're so stupid, you can't even catch the hot shit! You four have all grown a year older, how come you all still don't have brains?"
Even if we don't plant them, as long as we find where your second uncle is digging potatoes, we can dig some up and take them home to eat, right? Even if they don't taste good, they're still edible food!
Fan Dazhu and the other three hummed in response but did not refute.
It doesn't matter if it tastes good or not, as long as it's edible.
Especially since they don't have to plant it themselves, it's so much more enjoyable to just pick what's readily available.
Fan Qian sneered: "Your second uncle and aunt live in big houses and have big yards now, and they can still eat well. Can't you eat well?"
Upon hearing this, the four nodded emphatically in deep agreement.
“If we find it and dig it back, your second uncle’s family won’t have anything to eat, and they won’t be able to get those men in the village to exchange it for land to cultivate!” Fan Qian felt a surge of resentment at the thought that his younger brother’s land would exceed that of him, the older brother.
He's the eldest son. If he doesn't live as well as his younger brother, what will the villagers think of him?
What do his relatives and friends think of him?
They'll just think he's incompetent and not as good as their own brother!
"Then let's hurry up and keep looking, don't waste any more time." Fan Dazhu was very excited, wishing he could find it right now and dig it all up.
Fan Sizhu asked hesitantly, "But Father, are you sure this place is right? We've been looking all morning and haven't found it."
Fan Qian waved his hand and confidently analyzed, "Your second aunt came back from this direction that day, and she said it was in a small grove of trees in the wild, so it can only be from this direction!"
Fan Erzhu raised an objection: "What if Second Aunt dug it beforehand and deliberately came from that side to mislead people?"
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