Start of the famine: Take the crazy batch of sisters to farm and make a fortune

Chapter 332

The excavation of the diversion canal was completed, and the price of grain in various counties also dropped. The caravan thought about stopping business and going home for a while before the autumn harvest, and then whether to continue to see the specific harvest of this year.

At that time, they were at the seaside of Jiangdong County, loading their specially customized seafood.

The sudden falling of the hail not only disrupted the orderly loading work, but also injured many people who were caught off guard. The fist-sized hailstone came too unexpectedly, and many people were directly smashed.

Ding Laosi was very unfortunate, he was one of those unlucky ones, and he was also very lucky to find the doctor in the first place.

Because the brothers had money, they were willing to take medicine, and his physical fitness was also very good. The hole on his head stopped bleeding quickly. Although he was in a coma, there was no serious inflammation or complications.

Too worried about his family, Ding Laosi insisted on walking home after waking up from a coma for four days.

Along the way, everyone took good care of the injured, and the injured also prepared sufficient medicines. However, what they saw and heard along the way far exceeded expectations. Too much rest and lack of energy, not to mention the patients who are not in ideal condition!

Yesterday, they could have traveled all night, but because they were afraid of disturbing the elderly and children, and fearing that their poor mental state would make people worry, they chose to rest in the city for a night. This night, they did not sleep well, while guessing Looking at the injuries of everyone in the family, I wondered whether the high-yielding crop might be sweet potatoes.

Ding Xuewei had mentioned it to her when Ding Lao Er came back, but she was talking about two thousand catties at that time.

"Eight thousand five!"

Third Ding was dumbfounded.

Compared with the ten thousand catties in other people's mouths, the eight thousand five that Ding Xuewei said seemed to weigh more.

"It's really your sweet potato?" Ding Laoer straightened his spine and subconsciously clenched his fists.

Ding Xuewei's eyes flicked back and forth between the two, and finally met the eyes of Ding Laoer: "Yes."

In the following time, she briefly talked about sweet potatoes and what she would do for this disaster.

"There are already many people in Fucheng who have come to ask for information. If these people hear that you only provide households near Fucheng, they will be dissatisfied!" Ding Laosan was anxious.

This is why Ding Xuewei frowned before.

They looked at each other with old man Ding, both of them were worried.

"I'll go into the city later." Old man Ding decided to go to the government office to inquire about the situation.

The traffic is blocked, and the news spreads slowly, and the seriousness of the incident is often not understood until the incident occurs.

The high yield of sweet potatoes does have a soothing effect, but this overly exaggerated number will also make people suspicious, and it will make people think about finding out or seizing opportunities.

Only providing the news about the vicinity of Fucheng first will easily cause dissatisfaction. At that time, it is impossible to say that there will be looting and sabotage.

"I'll arrange a group of parades later." Anyway, the mother seedlings here must be protected: "I have to talk to the village head and grandpa about this."

Although the fields have been plowed out, it is I who made each family ready for planting so quickly. Today, everyone in the village is not at home, and went to help open the land early in the morning.

Look at the time, it's almost noon, no one needs to make this trip.

The topic turned back to Ding Laoer and the others.

When Mrs. Li called for dinner, the Qiao family finally came in. Ding Xuewei and the others thought that if they were tired all morning, they couldn't make people feel uneasy about eating. The members of the Qiao family felt that the brothers of the Ding family should have a meal at ease all the way when they were tired.

No, the two parties have the will to patiently bear each other's thoughts and solve lunch quickly.

After the meal, a group of men gathered in Qiao's house, and then the old village head and old man Ding went into the city, the brothers of the Qiao family gathered the men in the village, and Ding Xuewei led the second brother Ding to find Wang Dazhu to choose men.

There was no work in the village for the past two days, so it was more suitable for the people selected by Ding Xuewei, led by the village men, to patrol and watch.

The people in the village know the situation around the village better than anyone else, which allows the sentry patrol personnel to get into the state as quickly as possible.

"Starting tomorrow, the weeds, wood, etc. will be further aggregated, and all that can be burned will be burned, so as to use as much land as possible."

"After that, no seedlings will be raised, and the cuttings will be cut directly."

The original idea was to provide sweet potato vines to households near Fucheng, and at the same time grow seedlings for wealthy landlords and Chen Yu. Now, I have to make second-hand preparations.

Sweet potato seedlings are not as good as sweet potato vines. Now that the seedlings are planted, the vines can be cut in more than a month.

At that time, even if all the summer potatoes are collected and dug, the probability of vine emergence of sweet potato vines will not be reduced.

Knowing the seriousness of the matter, Ding Xuewei did not hide it from Wang Dazhu, and the result of her telling the truth was that Wang Dazhu was more nervous than her.

"Don't worry, everyone will cheer up."

Compared with the short-term laborers who opened the land, Wang Dazhu and others had more contact with Ding Xuewei and the others, and knew them better, so they were less likely to rebel, so it was more suitable for them to do the sentry work.

Soon, the labor team met with the men in the village and started working hand in hand.

With Wang Dazhu as the supervisor, Ding Xuewei didn't have to worry about it at all, and led the Ding brothers back to the wooden house and let him see the sweet potato.

"I was lied to, it wasn't sweet at all."

Ding Xuewei picked out a relatively small one, and it snapped into two under the eyes of the Ding brothers.

"you!"

"Xuewei!"

The two brothers stared at the sweet potato that she sent to them.

"Just say what you want, why don't you let us taste it, this is something that was handed over to the government!" Ding Laosan jumped.

Ding Laoer also meant the same thing, because of his nature, otherwise Ding Laosan was more irritable and slow to respond.

"It's okay, it's been losing moisture."

The situation was too urgent that day, and Yi Wang couldn't take away the loaded sweet potatoes. Later, she was worried that they would be damaged by the sun, so she arranged for people to move them into the house.

"It's normal for others not to know what it smells like. If my uncles don't know, then it's a bit unreasonable." Ding Xuewei had a good reason.

The two looked at each other and took it silently.

It's all said and done, come again, it's all broken!
The two of them had never tasted the sweet potatoes that Ding Xuewei took out from the space, and they didn't have a bad impression of the sweet potatoes that had been left for more than half a month and lost a lot of water. While eating, they listened to the dried sweet potatoes and sweet potato powder in Ding Xuewei's mouth.

Ding Laosan felt relieved: "Since the government understands the advantages of this crop, it will definitely protect it."

"Let's buy a few more cattle, and then ship more seafood." Ding Laoer felt that increasing the input of seafood can effectively reduce people's anxiety.

Speaking of this, Ding Laosan suddenly had an idea: "If the government can come forward to form a team so that the common people can get seafood at the lowest price, then the situation may be better."

The sea is a cornucopia with inexhaustible resources. If ordinary people can go to the seaside for a period of time, then next year there will be no harvest, and the situation will not continue to deteriorate.

Ordinary people, as long as they have something to eat, will not go to extremes.

　Daily shout, ask for tickets, ask for collection...
　　
　
(End of this chapter)