Loud, hoarse groans came from inside the house.
Fan Damu looked towards the window.
"Never mind her, this family is not for a mere woman to make the decisions!" Fan Qian said coldly.
Moreover, the person who annoyed him the most is now so hoarse that it's difficult for him to say anything coherent, which saves him a lot of trouble.
Being poisoned by potatoes isn't entirely without its benefits; the only downside is that his body is now weak. He wonders how his four sons are doing... And can potato poisoning really affect different people...?
Fan Damu flattered, "Your authority is undeniable, cousin. You're the undisputed head of the family, the one who has the final say."
Unlike Wang Mazi, who can't control either his son or daughter-in-law, he's utterly useless.
Fan Qian, flattered by the praise, looked smug and pleased with himself.
He patted his chest to reassure Fan Damu.
Seeing that his purpose had been achieved, Fan Damu's eyes darted around, and he got up to take his leave.
This is called being prepared for any eventuality.
It would be best if it didn't rain heavily, but even if it did, he wouldn't be afraid. With Fanqian's brick and tile house there, it was much better than the mud-brick and tile houses of the other people in the village.
The houses that others painstakingly built and spent a lot of money on were only for shelter from the rain. You, on the other hand, have a place to shelter from the rain without spending any money or effort. The difference is obvious.
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If it doesn't rain, there won't be any mushrooms.
The potatoes have been harvested. The villagers should either hurry up and cut some thatch or gather some hay to store for the rabbits.
The family that got the rabbits only two months ago already has dozens of them, big and small.
Currently, only four households in the village do not raise rabbits.
Fan Damu, Wang Mazi, and Zhang Tuzi refused to let them exchange the rabbits. Fan's mother originally wanted to exchange them, but when she saw that all the rabbits in the first exchange were male, she returned them all.
When they changed the potatoes for the second time, the whole family, except for Fan Zhaodi, was knocked down by the sprouted potatoes.
Fan Zhaodi, an eight-year-old girl, had to boil water, cook, wash clothes, bathe herself, tend to the vegetable garden and the ducks and geese, and had no free hands to cut grass and feed the rabbits.
Fan Qian, Fan Dazhu, and the others had finally finished planting the fields and were now all lying at home waiting for Fan Zhaodi to serve them, resolutely refusing to raise rabbits—they could raise them, but they weren't going to bother.
Therefore, those four families are the most relaxed.
Zhang the Bald had the best attitude. His wife would cook and he'd eat a bite. If someone was having some kind of family squabble, he'd rush over and stand on tiptoe to watch. If there was nothing going on, he'd just stay home.
Wang Mazi was still unwilling to accept it. After the family split up, he would go to his son and daughter-in-law's house and yell at them whenever he had free time!
It sounds as awful as can be!
His son and daughter-in-law initially tried to defend themselves, but later realized that their father-in-law was different from others; the more they talked to him, the more aggressive he became, so they shut themselves in and ignored him.
Fan Qian and Fan Damu were among the most unwilling to accept this situation.
After lunch and dinner, people would wander around the village, saying to everyone they met, "Those families who grew potatoes lost out! If they had harvested ten or fifteen days later, they would have had so much more."
“Other people have big businesses, so losing a little grain is no big deal for them, but for us small families, grain is our lifeline! How can we not feel heartbroken?”
"Look at the sunset, everyone. A beautiful sunset means good weather for miles around, and tomorrow will be another sunny day. Where else would there be a torrential downpour and floods?"
Upon hearing this, some villagers stopped and smiled before continuing on their way, while others didn't even stop and just kept walking.
They're all adults now, not like they're being forced to harvest potatoes at knifepoint. They should be in charge of their own family affairs, so what's there to complain about?
Besides, potatoes are different from rice. If rice is harvested early, the ears of grain are not full, and what is harvested is all chaff and cannot be eaten.
They had seen the harvested potatoes with their own eyes; the big ones were bigger than a fist, and the small ones were about the size of an egg. The yield was 1,300 to 1,500 mu per mu. What more could they ask for?!
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