“No, this dream was too real. Your uncle was standing in front of me covered in blood. I tried to grab him but I couldn’t. This is not a good omen. My eyelids have been twitching since yesterday. You should leave now. I will only feel at ease when you get there. We absolutely cannot let anything happen to him.”
Song Zhuiyan's face was somewhat pale, and she looked as if she had truly experienced a life-or-death farewell.
When Ye Moxun found out, his expression turned serious. He decided to err on the side of caution and prioritize saving lives. So the grain transport team, which was originally scheduled to depart in two days, decided to set off this afternoon.
"We don't need to put out too much grain. The main thing is to transport herbs and straw. The rest can be stored in the space." In addition to their own people, the grain transport team also recruited some honest and strong men, making a total of less than a hundred people.
The pay for a trip is very high. Ye Moxun promised that he could earn fifty taels of silver for a round trip. He could take ten taels of silver home in advance before setting off. If anything happened on the way, he would be compensated with a sum of silver.
However, many people still value their lives. They have enough to eat and wear in Xifeng now, so there is no need to risk their lives for money. Therefore, they cannot recruit many people. Recruiting people is not something that can be done casually. Only honest, hardworking, and strong people can be hired. So in the end, they only recruited about eighty people.
There weren't many people, and the amount of grain they were transporting was also small. They were all transported by oxcart and donkey cart. A few days ago, they lent Liu Chengyu 10,000 jin of grain, which consisted of dried sweet potatoes, corn, and dried potatoes.
This time, the main crops they transported were millet and wheat, with some rice, as well as dried sweet potatoes, corn, and dried potatoes. The space contained tens of thousands of kilograms of rice grown in recent years.
With three acres of fertile land, we can plant four kinds of crops a year. Each season yields more than 3,000 catties, more than 10,000 catties a year, and nearly 100,000 catties in eight years. After deducting what we eat, we still have more than 90,000 catties left. Adding the rice from the supermarket, we estimate that we have about 110 catties of rice.
Adding in what's grown on the estate, there's even more. In short, there's no worry about not having enough food. If all else fails, the supermarket has plenty of biscuits and candies.
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