No one rested in the afternoon.
The men were busy sharpening their broadswords, exclaiming how good the swords were as they did so.
The women prepared dry rations. Five people worked together and only needed to prepare enough for five or six days, which was ready in less than an hour.
After preparing the dry rations, the five of them didn't rest. They went to the vegetable garden and picked the ripe vegetables and fruits, keeping enough for themselves. The rest were pickled or dried according to their original living habits in Zhulin Village and stored as winter vegetables.
Shuiqing was very satisfied with these women; they were all people who were proactive and helpful.
Mrs. Hu was even more relieved.
With the help of these women, Qing'er had much less work to do.
In the evening, the borrowed vehicles were delivered one after another, and loading began.
The sacks of potatoes were loaded onto the truck and tied tightly with hemp rope.
Then cover it with a large tarpaulin, making sure the potatoes are completely covered, and then tie it with a hemp rope.
After all the preparations were completed, the vehicles were neatly arranged one by one in the yard before the villagers went home.
Dinner was lamb again. For people who are lacking in oil and fat, meat is something they never get tired of.
Everyone ate to their heart's content. After washing up, they went to bed early to prepare for getting up early the next day.
The next day, just as dawn was breaking, the entire Shanshui Village came alive with activity.
Smoke rises from the chimney, preparing breakfast for the family who are about to leave.
Mother Hu cooked two large pots of red date and millet porridge, and also made dozens of potato and egg pancakes to eat with it.
After finishing two bowls of hot, comforting millet porridge and a large, hearty flatbread, Bai Manshan felt completely refreshed!
He shouted to the many men traveling on the road, "Eat your fill, everyone! You'll have the energy for the journey!"
"We're full!" The unanimous reply was exceptionally loud.
The men from Shanshui Village who had been selected also came to the courtyard and pulled carts or pushed wheelbarrows in the order agreed upon yesterday.
"Set off!"
With Bai Manshan's command, vehicles left Shuiqing's courtyard one after another, then left the village, until they were out of sight.
Bai Ziqian was naturally the one left behind. He stood on high ground, watching the convoy gradually disappear into the distance, becoming a tiny black dot.
“It will take your father at least seven or eight trips to transport all the required quantity,” Shui Qing said from the side.
Bai Ziqian turned his head in surprise and looked over seven or eight times?
A round trip takes five days, so it would take at least a month to complete.
"But wouldn't it be even more dangerous outside in a little over a month?"
Shui Qing hummed in agreement. "So your father's original plan fell through."
Bai Manshan's original plan was to cultivate 500 acres of land, which would require at least seven or eight trips by nearly thirty carts. But that was in good times. Now, in this year of famine with food and clothing shortages, with so much grain on the road, it's hard to guarantee that those who come later won't find out and rob it.
At most, we can only make three or four more trips. The risks will only increase after that, and it's not worth the risk.
Bai Manshan knew this, so he paid a high price to allocate more manpower in order to transport enough supplies.
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