Hearing the villagers' praise, Jiang Wanwan felt a surge of pride.
Of course! This is improved rice, and the cooked rice is soft and sticky yet elastic, with just the right amount of stickiness, a glossy sheen, and an enticing natural aroma.
Aunt Wang quickly handed the bag to Jiang Wanwan, saying, "Wanwan, I'll take mine."
Jiang Liu looked at the booklet in his hand and read aloud, "Aunt Wang's family can receive eight catties of rice."
"It's eight jin, it's eight jin, no mistake," Aunt Wang said with a smile.
There are only five people in my family catching locusts, and catching 16 jin (8 catties) of locusts in one night is already considered a lot.
After weighing out eight jin of rice, Jiang Wanwan handed the cloth bag back to Aunt Wang. "Auntie, please take this."
"Thank you so much, Wanwan." Aunt Wang's eyes flickered, her face full of excitement.
Even without locusts, the rice grown in just three-tenths of an acre of paddy field would not be enough to feed the family after taxes.
Now things are much better. As long as everyone in the family works hard, they will definitely be able to earn enough food for the second half of the year by catching locusts.
For the first time, Aunt Wang felt that life was becoming more and more hopeful, and this hope was brought to her by the little girl in front of her. She was very grateful.
Zhang Guilan impatiently pushed Aunt Wang aside, "Hey, Ergui, move aside! If you want to be moved, go home and be moved. Don't block me from getting my rice. I want to feel this excitement too, hehe."
Aunt Wang's sadness was swept away by Zhang Guilan's few words. She glared at Zhang Guilan reproachfully and said with a smile, "Hey, make way, make way, I'll give you my seat right away, look how impatient you are."
"Grandpa Village Chief's house, thirteen jin of rice!" Jiang Liu read aloud the data from the notebook.
“It’s thirteen jin, no mistake.” Zhang Guilan grinned and excitedly handed the cloth bag in her hand to Jiang Wanwan.
Jiang Xun helped measure seven or eight tubes of rice into the cloth bag using bamboo tubes, and then Jiang Wanwan used the hook on the scale to hook the cloth bag.
"Thirteen catties of rice, Aunt Guilan, please take it."
Zhang Guilan excitedly took the cloth bag with both hands and said excitedly, "Hey, thank you, Wanwan."
"Don't mention it, it's the fruit of your family's labor." After Jiang Wanwan finished speaking, she looked up and saw the village chief rushing back from the fields.
"Grandpa Village Chief," Jiang Wanwan greeted him with a smile.
Hearing that her father-in-law had also arrived, Zhang Guilan carefully held the cloth bag in her hands and went to the village chief. "Dad, look at this rice! It's crystal clear, every grain is plump, and it smells so fresh!"
The village chief wiped his hands on his clothes a few times before grabbing a handful of rice and bringing it close to his eyes for a closer look. "Hmm, this is truly excellent rice, even better than the rice we grow ourselves."
The village chief couldn't suppress the smile on his face. In this way, even if the government didn't care about the people, the villagers wouldn't starve to death.
He walked up to Jiang Wanwan and sincerely thanked her, "Wanwan, we owe it all to you. Otherwise, we don't know how the villagers of Dashui Village would survive."
"Yes, all of this is thanks to Wan Yatou," the villagers said gratefully.
Jiang Wanwan touched her nose and replied somewhat guiltily, "Hehe, no need to be so polite, no need to be so polite. We're all from the same village, it's only right to help each other out."
One pound of locusts costs 198 yuan, but she can only exchange two pounds of locusts for one pound of rice. She's a real profiteer.
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