But how much grain can the village harvest after this natural disaster?
It's probably no use for Chief Wu to shout any more.
Just as President Xu had predicted, the damage caused by the hailstorm was severe. Many people were no longer able to pay their grain taxes and were now like walking corpses.
Their year-long rations have now gone down the drain.
The grain mixed with soil is their lifeblood.
At this moment, only a deep sense of powerlessness enveloped everything.
Just as Li Dafu had predicted, Fan Xiaofan heard in the city that the grain harvest had not stopped due to the natural disaster.
The remaining harvested grain was all confiscated and taken to the grain station. Most of the farmers in the village now eat soaked wheat seeds dug out of the soil one by one. Despite the tough outer shell, no one complains; at least they still have something to eat.
Once these perishable grains spoil, there will truly be no food left.
Fan Xiaofan called Beidu and asked Mr. Lin to pass the call on to Director Xin of the refrigeration plant to inquire about the refrigerator production. She learned that everything was fine.
After learning about this, the call was transferred to Mr. Lin again, and she silently recounted what had happened in Qingcheng.
This is what she saw. In those villages she had never seen before, where there were no tractors and everything relied on manpower, the losses were probably even more severe.
She wanted to ask about the relief food.
However, it seemed that Mr. Lin had already understood her meaning before she even spoke.
"Don't worry, we'll handle this. In the face of such a natural disaster, we will definitely strive to secure relief supplies..."
"Another thing I want to tell you is that we are able to receive relief food this time because of you. It is because of the industrial products you created that we have received huge economic benefits. At least in terms of food, we can make some money."
After hanging up the phone, Fan Xiaofan couldn't help but smile. It turned out that she had still helped everyone.
At least with relief food, people weren't so hopeless.
She now misses the scientist who improved grain varieties in history. If he were here, he could have developed more grains suitable for growing in various environments, and their resistance to lodging would have been greatly improved. Although it could not prevent the damage of hail, it would at least be more capable of dealing with storms.
Unfortunately, she herself knew nothing about grain seeds, and getting people to have enough to eat was not a simple matter.
But at least she did her best; she does have some talent in industry.
The village desperately needs this news; having relief food means having hope of survival.
Therefore, Fan Xiaofan immediately went to see President Xu.
President Xu was overjoyed upon hearing this and paced back and forth, saying, "This is truly good news; at least everyone has something to look forward to now."
He couldn't help but chuckle, thinking that Chief Wu would probably be furious if he knew this news.
That guy only takes in and never gives out; it would be heartbreaking to have him take the grain out.
Fan Xiaofan delivered good news to President Xu, which solved the big problem that President Xu was facing.
Could it be that President Xu has had a better time these past few days? Everyone in the surrounding villages is related to him, and despite suffering from natural disasters, he still has to hand over the last of his grain.
He didn't know how to face these villagers, or what to say...
Now that's good news, everyone will be happy to hear it.
He couldn't wait to send out a notice to spread the word about the relief food.
When the village officials received the news, they were somewhat incredulous and gathered together, looking at each other in disbelief. Was it really true?
After all, they had considered providing relief food during the difficult times before, but they never received a single penny.
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