While everyone was busy with farming, Yan Xiaonan took her grandmother and Cuihua up the mountain via a small path at the back. She wanted to cultivate one more batch of rice and cotton before leaving, as there wasn't such a good place in the capital for her to work her magic.
Grandma Yan was very supportive. As the saying goes, "With grain at home, one has nothing to fear," which is an age-old truth. The three of them stood in front of the black soil. Yan Xiaonan took out a small stool for her grandmother and mother to sit down, then closed her eyes, and her consciousness slowly spread out.
Grandma Yan sat on a small stool, holding a large palm-leaf fan in one hand and a handkerchief in the other, her eyes intently watching the black earth churn and the scattered seeds turn into green sprouts in the blink of an eye.
The lush green rice seedlings were visibly growing strong, the seedlings turned into ears of rice, and the ears of rice gradually turned golden yellow, drooping their heavy heads.
Then, large swathes of rice were harvested, grains flew everywhere as they were threshed, and plump grains of rice gradually piled up into small mountains. Yan Xiaonan also collected the straw. Although the straw is useless now, it may be turned into a treasure in the future.
Piles of rice were packed into burlap sacks that Yan Xiaonan had prepared beforehand. Grandma Yan and Cuihua got busy, taking out their hammers and needles for sewing shoe soles and starting to seal the sacks. Each sack weighed 100 jin (50 kg).
Over the years, eighty of the two hundred sacks he had bought had been used up in the blink of an eye. Well, in just half a morning, he had harvested eight thousand catties of rice from six or seven acres of black soil. After packing the rice, Yan Xiaonan checked his superpower. Fortunately, he had used up thirty percent of it.
While sealing her mouth, Grandma Yan said to Cuihua, "Cuihua, look how capable our Nannan is! No wonder immortals are so carefree, drinking wine and playing chess every day. If they want to prolong their lives, they can just pick a peach from the Queen Mother of the West."
Cuihua nodded quickly: "Mother, you are right. But my Nannan has suffered. He was reincarnated into the mortal world for our sake, but he can't even eat the Queen Mother's peaches. It's such a loss."
Grandma Yan almost burst into tears upon hearing this: "Cuihua, our precious baby has suffered such a loss. We must make up for this loss when we get back."
“Okay, I’ll make rice cakes with ginseng soup for Nan Nan. Mother, you should eat more too, the little fairy’s grandma needs some nourishment.” Cuihua nodded.
Grandma Yan laughed and said, "Okay, our whole family will take some tonics."
While they were talking, Yan Xiaonan sowed cotton seeds into the black soil. In the blink of an eye, cotton fruiting branches sprouted one by one, and dozens of fruiting branches appeared on each branch. Then, large swathes of cotton plants appeared and began to grow wildly. Thousands of cotton bolls burst open, and the snow-white cotton flowers bloomed like epiphyllum flowers.
Then the fruit branches began to break off one by one and wither away. The six or seven acres of black soil were covered with snow-white cotton. In the blink of an eye, the cotton was stored in Yan Xiaonan's space, and the withered branches on the ground were buried when the soil was turned over, becoming nutrients for this land.
Yan Xiaonan took out the cotton, and his supernatural ability reappeared. The cotton flew everywhere, like popped rice, and the cotton seeds inside fell out one by one. The cotton seeds were then compressed by Yan Xiaonan and put into a sack.
Grandma Yan counted them; there were fifty sacks in total. Wow, a whole five thousand catties of cotton! How many quilts and how many big cotton-padded coats could that make? Cuihua didn't care about all that and picked up her needle and thread to start sealing the sacks.
Eighty bags of rice and fifty bags of cotton. Grandma Yan and Cuihua almost ruined their hands to finish sealing the bags. Yan Xiaonan originally wanted to help by using the mountain god's energy to nourish them, but after checking his own abilities, well, he had less than ten percent left. He dared not use it anymore, otherwise he would faint and cause trouble.
A few days later, Yan Xiaonan asked her grandmother to make several more quilt covers out of burlap sacks, and make them bigger so she could fill them with cotton. She was going to leave after the New Year and needed to prepare for Tiger King and Zhongnan.
Grandma Yan knew about Tiger King, of course. When she learned that it was a quilt to be made for him, she was very happy and began to sew with great enthusiasm. She was worried that the tiger was strong and would damage the burlap sack, so she made two layers and carefully sewed many layers with thick quilt thread to make sure that the cotton inside would not leak out.
There's also Zhongnan, who's getting old. It would be great if I could take him with me, but Yan Xiaonan's space just can't accommodate any living creatures, and he doesn't understand why. It seems like I can't take Zhongnan with me, so I'll prepare plenty of food for him.
Previously, the small animals raised by Zhongnan and Tiger King reproduced very quickly, which solved their food problem. Yan Family Cave has now become Tiger King's residence, and Zhongnan has also chosen a small cave to live in with his wolf wife.
Yan Xiaonan went up the mountain every three days to spend more time with Zhongnan and Tiger King. She also caught many roe deer and put them into the enclosure, telling Tiger King to raise them for now and let them reproduce properly. She said that in two years when he could no longer catch them, these roe deer would be enough to feed him.
Tiger King and Zhongnan watched as the enclosure gradually expanded under Yan Xiaonan's hands, reaching three or four times the size of what they had previously created. The pheasants and rabbits inside didn't seem to feel like they were being kept in captivity at all; they still hid in the grass or in the burrows as usual.
Tiger King and Zhongnan were relieved. When they get old and can no longer walk, there will be so many pheasants and rabbits in this enclosure that they won't be able to fit them all. At that time, they can just pounce here and fill their bellies. Nannan is so kind.
Yan Xiaonan would scan the two guys every ten days or so with the aura of the mountain god. At this time, the two guys would lie on their backs on the ground, looking like they were the boss and the most powerful, which made Yan Xiaonan both angry and amused.
In July, the summer heat was intense, and all the busy farming seasons were over. The villagers were enjoying the joy of the autumn harvest. Apart from going to work as usual, they stayed at home feeding chickens, washing clothes, and doing housework. Village Chief Ma was also at home cleaning the pigsty. There was no other way; Yan Xiaoqiang refused to raise pigs anymore.
Accountant Ma rushed over and told Village Chief Ma to go to the town for a meeting immediately. The village committee had installed telephones this year, which would make it much more convenient to contact each other for work.
Mrs. Ma hurriedly went inside to get clean clothes, urging Village Chief Ma to take a shower and change. Otherwise, if he went to town in those clothes he wore while cleaning the pigsty, the stench would be unbearable.
He rode his bicycle to the town, where the Party Secretary handed Village Chief Ma a document. Upon taking the document and reading it, he was overjoyed. It turned out that the two "bad elements" in the cowshed had been exonerated. Not only that, but the higher-ups had also sent people to pick them up and take them back.
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