Thinking of the word "dowry" and recalling the joke made by the person who gave the gift, Feng Qingxue couldn't help but blush and her heart beat fast.

"Sister, your face is so red!" Feng Qingyun shouted.

Feng Qingxue came back to her senses and said seriously, "Although the busy farming season is over, the weather is still very hot. I took the train for half a month and was exhausted all the way home, so it was hot."

Feng Qingyun said, "Sister, it's a good thing you weren't at home when we were harvesting wheat, otherwise we would have been exhausted. I feel tired just watching! Harvesting, threshing, drying, and collecting. Many people say that God is not kind. It rained several times when we were harvesting wheat. Why is it that there was no rain in spring but more rain in summer? A lot of wheat sprouted in the field before it could be harvested! The threshed wheat grains that were not dried were covered with straw mats and sprouted with heat. It was almost not enough to pay the public grain tax!"

Hearing her say this, Feng Qingxue frowned. She could fully imagine the busy scene and the desperate mood, and asked in a low voice: "Is the harvest not good this year?"

As early as the spring when it didn't rain, everyone was sure that the harvest would not be good.

Feng Qingxue left at a coincidence, just before the busy farming season, so she didn't know the situation at home.

"Oh no, everyone says we'll be hungry again in the second half of the year." Feng Qingyun replied.

Feng Qingxue sighed softly.

"However," Feng Qingyun changed the subject, "Not only my uncle, but also my second uncle was very determined. No matter what the rules were, he insisted that everyone plant as many sweet potatoes, corn, and potatoes as possible, and also plant them in their own plots. He said that these three things have high yields. If we are lucky, the harvest will be enough to prevent people from starving to death in the brigade."

The regulations are that only fruits and vegetables can be grown in private plots, and no crops can be grown.

One can imagine the risks Wang Zhengguo and Feng Shuanzhu took by doing this.

The common people at the bottom were not ignorant. Families with more people were given more private plots. Planting crops on them could provide more food for the family. While they were grateful, they kept the matter a secret. Whenever anyone came to their production team and saw the crops in the private plots, they would say that they were not private plots but public land.

Because we have to eat vegetables in winter, every household reserves one or two acres of land for growing vegetables. They point to the vegetable plots and tell outsiders who ask about it that they are the private plots, so they fool people.

The Wanglou Brigade and the Caohu Brigade did this as a result of a joint discussion between Wang Zhengguo and Feng Shuanzhu.

No one starved to death in the Wanglou Brigade last year. Feng Shuanzhu was envious and went to ask him for advice in person.

The common people were grateful for the kindness of these two branch secretaries, so when they saw Wang Fengqiao who came to see Feng Qingxue, they were particularly enthusiastic, so that when Wang Fengqiao arrived at Feng Qingxue's house, she couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

Feng Qingxue learned the truth from her sister and smiled.

After coming back with Lu Jiang, she stopped smearing black on her face, but still put on makeup, revealing only 30% of her original beauty.

Three or five points are enough, a smile is as beautiful as a blooming flower.

Wang Fengqiao held her hand and sighed, "He's so handsome and kind-hearted, no wonder Lu Jiang couldn't wait any longer! Look, you just got home yesterday, and this morning his father asked me to discuss the wedding date with you. He asked someone to choose three dates, one is June 26th, one is June 28th, the second day of the Beginning of Autumn, and one is July 8th, the second day of the Chinese Valentine's Day."

Farmers choose dates for weddings and funerals according to the lunar calendar, which is August according to the solar calendar.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Today is the 18th day of the sixth lunar month, and there are only eight days left until the 26th.