"Dad, do you think we can still make it in time for spring ploughing this year?" Zhao Dayong asked dejectedly, looking at the snow outside.
As if it rains, if this year turns out to be a disaster year and they have no money at home, how will they survive?
"I don't know. Go out and ask around and see what everyone says. Especially ask the village chief and clan leader."
"There's nothing to ask, actually. Either we can catch up with the spring ploughing, and everyone will be fine. Or we can't catch up. But if we can't catch up, Dad, how will we buy food? Food prices will definitely go up."
Old man Zhao had no idea what to do. Apart from relying on the third brother, he didn't know what other solutions he could come up with.
"Dayong, go to the third brother's house later and ask him what he thinks."
Zhao Dayong stared at Bai Xue and nodded slightly. He feels very bad now. It's March, but the snow hasn't melted yet. The ground is frozen and hard, and it is impossible to plant seeds. Even if you dig it up hard and the seeds are planted, they will freeze to death.
When they farm, their livelihood depends entirely on the weather. If the weather is bad, they have no idea what to do.
"Xiaoyu, why are you soaking soybeans?"
"Let's make some bean curd. Mom, we have a greenhouse at home. I forgot about it this year. We can dig the soil in the next year and grow vegetables indoors in the winter. Even when it's cold, we can still eat fresh green leafy vegetables."
"Growing vegetables in a greenhouse? Is it possible? And the beans are germinating, can they be eaten?"
"Yes, the greenhouse is warm. You will know after trying it next year. Fermented soybeans are also delicious. Let's soak them first. Is Dad not back yet?"
"Not yet. I don't know if I should come back for dinner."
"I will definitely come back. Dad is not so ignorant. We can see that there may be a famine. Everyone in his family is saving money. How could he possibly eat at someone else's house?"
"Then I'll cook."
Half an hour later, Zhao Dashu came back with his neck shrunk. When he entered the house, he felt like he was alive again. "My girl, it's very cold outside today. The wind is like a knife scraping your body. You and Lihua should not go out recently. You can't stand it."
"Well, what did the village chief and the others say?"
"Everyone thinks we should buy some food. Regardless of whether we can have spring farming or not, as long as we have food, we won't be worried. Because of the bamboo shoots we picked last year, everyone has some money in their pockets. Buying some food can also help us afford it." Except...
As long as they are willing to store food, they have the mountain behind to rely on. Even if the harvest is not good this year, their Laozhu Village can still survive.
Besides, the imperial court will not sit idly by and the relief grain can last for a while.
After the meeting with everyone, the village chief was in no mood to eat dinner. He took his big copper gong and walked along, beating it as he went. "Each household, send one person to the Zhao Family Ancestral Hall to hold a meeting."
"Each household shall send one person to hold a meeting in the Zhao Family Ancestral Hall."
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This was also agreed upon with the head of the Zhao family, because their ancestral hall is the largest and can accommodate the most people, making it the most suitable place for them to hold a meeting.
At this meeting, Zhao Dashu had no money and no land, so whether he could farm or not had no effect on him. Zhao Dayong, who was about to go to Zhao Dashu's house, had to change his mind, as his father asked him to hold a meeting.
In fact, he didn't want to see her at all. He knew what she would say if he thought about it. He wanted to go back to his uncle's house and have a good chat with him. He was the only one they could rely on now.
[PS: My dears, spoiler alert, we won’t run away from the famine, okay? Thank you to all the treasures who have given tips during this period! 】
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