In addition to land reclamation, Zhou Dafu also had something else to discuss with Song Yuehua, which was the matter of studying in another village.
"It's definitely not possible to change jobs," Song Yuehua said, "People from other villages are hard to control. If you are really this poor, you still have to work hard to make a living."
Zhou Dafu asked, "How are the quotas allocated?"
"Don't worry about it for now," Song Yuehua said, "We have just recovered from the drought, and even the landlords have to tighten their belts. How can they think about sending their children to school?"
Zhou Dafu smiled and said, "Haven't we accepted a lot of people from other villages in the past two years? They all asked me how the village escaped the catastrophe..."
"I asked your grandfather Zhou about this, and he told me not to go into too much detail. I only said it was the young people in the village, and then I don't know what they were thinking, but they attributed all the credit to the school."
"Now that I think about it, these young people all graduated from the school, so it's not wrong. When these people from other villages were still in the village, they had already planned to send their children to the school. If they don't come this year, they will come next year when they have recovered."
Song Yuehua chuckled and said, "Come on then."
There was still enough food in the cellar in Dongshan. After all, the price of food was not cheap now. The porridge cooked by Wu Xinlian and Zuo Chunniang was a little watery.
"Aunt Wu, Aunt Zuo, please put a little more rice in it. It's too watery and people won't be able to work with all their strength." Song Yuehua said.
There are still more than 3,000 kilograms of food in the cellar, and more than 1,000 kilograms are buried in the snake cave. Even if the food is a little thicker, it will be enough to last for another year or two.
After Zuo Chunniang agreed, she asked, "Does the boss want to eat anything for lunch?"
"I'm not picky. I just want to be the same as everyone else." Song Yuehua said.
After the disaster, money was needed everywhere, for hiring doctors and buying land.
Song Yuehua was struggling with the remaining 700 taels of silver, thinking about what small business she could do.
After thinking for a long time, I could only sigh and decide to take it slow. With such a small amount of money, if I really want to do business, I'm afraid I can only take care of the front and not the back.
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