Start as a farmer from an ordinary world

Chapter 73 The Things You Can Do

From February onwards, Wang Manyin could clearly feel that the situation in Shigejie Commune had changed, and even the village meetings had increased.

In the words of Director Zhao, everything is going well.

This made him even more determined to stay in the village and not go out for a stroll.

He originally wanted to take time to go to Mijia Town, but now he plans to wait for a while to see the situation.

In fact, it's nothing... Wang Manyin had already expected this day and had been preparing for it.

When he was free, he thought about what he had at hand.

I sold fish three times last year and earned about 500 yuan, plus some vouchers.

It cost almost 200 yuan to make doors and windows when I got married (the dowry money was returned by my father-in-law).In addition, there are grain, oil, tickets, etc. that I usually buy, as well as the sewing ticket that I got from the black market after the year, and another 200 yuan went out.

Calculated, there are still more than 200 yuan and dozens of catties of food stamps on hand.

The reason why there will be dozens of dollars in and out of the book is that on the one hand, it is because of the withdrawal of the agency sales point.

Although the consumption power of farmers in this era is extremely low, there are nearly [-] people in the three villages, and Wang Manyin's sales agency is a unique business, so it is naturally not bad.

It has been almost four months since it opened, the sales volume is close to 30 yuan, and the commission is more than [-] yuan.

Of course, business is relatively good during and outside the main year, and the daily turnover basically fluctuates around [-] yuan, and the number of times it reaches [-] yuan is seldom.

In addition, the main high-quality customers of the agency sales point are more than 30 educated youths who went to the countryside to jump in the queue.

They often receive money from their families, so they are naturally willing to spend it.Especially a few male educated youths, since they learned to smoke, they always come to buy a pack every now and then.

Some people thought that a dime pack of Chungeng cigarettes was not very exciting to smoke, so they specially asked Wang Manyin to bring more high-grade Pegasus cigarettes.

In addition to opening consignment sales points, there is also selling eggs.

When Lanhua was not at home, Wang Manyin often secretly took eggs from the space and put them in the thorn basket to make up the numbers.

Don't put too much each time, only a dozen or so, just record it in the account.

Because two people manage the consignment point, Lanhua has no way to accurately count the number of eggs.Just selling space and these eggs can earn ten yuan a month.

Calculated piecemeal, my monthly income has steadily exceeded 20 yuan.

For Wang Manyan, there is room for all kinds of materials to back up, but in fact, daily expenses are enough.

In the past few days, the two rice paddies planted in the space have finally matured.

Because he was busy working in the production team during the day, he had no time at all, so he had to take the time to enter the space to harvest the rice and dry it in the air when he was going to the supply and marketing agency to deliver goods.

It was rare that there was no meeting in the village tonight. Wang Manyin found a reason to leave home and told Lanhua to go to the wheat straw pile behind the village to see if he could catch some more sparrows and come back for a tooth sacrifice.

Walking a certain distance along the dirt road, he took advantage of the cover of night and quietly entered the space.

The ears of rice that had been harvested a few days ago had dried up. Wang Manyin pinched a few grains and put them in his mouth to bite. There was a crackling sound, carrying the unique fragrance of rice.

The two fen fields of rice actually harvested two wattle baskets full of grains, almost two hundred catties.

As long as the chaff is removed, you can eat white rice.Based on the calculation of six or two meters per catty of rice, it is enough for his family to feed for several months.

The remaining bran can also be used to feed pigs.

The key is that I don't have any tools at hand... But this is not a problem for Wang Manyin.As long as you are willing to use your brain, there are always more solutions than difficulties.

I didn’t have any tools to make vermicelli before, so I asked him to make it in the end.

It is nothing more than pounding rice. If there is no stone mortar, use other methods instead.

After a little thought, Wang Manyin decided to adapt to local conditions. He dug a deep hole in the loess and placed the twig basket in it... Then he found the wooden stick used to crush the sweet potatoes last time, and a simple rice pounding device was completed.

Compared with stone mortar, this efficiency is naturally not high.

But Wang Manyin was willing to put in all his strength, and squatted in front of the thorn basket without lifting his head. The wooden stick turned quickly and beat hard.

In just half an hour, more than ten catties of rice were pounded out.

When you hand over the orchid next time, just say that you can buy it on the black market.

Most people have the impression that the Loess Plateau is dry and rainless. In fact, there has been a habit of growing rice throughout history.

Especially in some areas along the banks of the Wuding River, there are abundant water resources. As early as the Song Dynasty, there were records of large-scale rice planting, and even set up a special institution for rice planting and land reclamation, "Paddy Field Affairs".

Although there are no villages in Shigejie Commune to grow rice, in the early years, some people drove donkey carts to exchange rice, so the locals would occasionally eat it.

After pounding more than ten catties of rice, Wang Manyin was dirty all over.He took off his clothes and took a bath in the pond, then took some grain seeds and set aside an area for the second crop of seedlings.

At this rate, at least three crops can be planted a year, which is comparable to the southern tropical regions.

In addition to rice, the second crop of wheat, peanuts, rapeseed and other crops planted in the space are also growing gratifyingly.It is estimated that there will be more than a month, and it will be mature.

Therefore, Wang Manyin is not worried about this year's grain and oil, and can completely achieve self-sufficiency.

There are also piglets bought years ago, which have grown to seventy or eighty catties.

In two more months, it can also be killed... The temperature in the space is too high, so there is no way to store it. Wang Manyin plans to try to make bacon for storage later.

I bring a piece home every now and then for the same reason as above - I bought it from the market.

In addition, rock pigeons, pheasants, hares, etc. have also begun to grow... Especially the chicken seedlings, there are about [-] of them, and they have grown to a weight of half a catty.

All in all, the days are getting better and better.

Going to the production team to grind foreign labor during the day, and sleeping with my mother-in-law and aunt at night, is actually quite beautiful.

Let the wind blow and rain outside, I am at ease.

Thinking in her heart, seeing that the time was almost up, Wang Manyin came out of the space in a flash.

Just walking back a few hundred meters, he suddenly heard a depressing voice coming from the dark cliff beside him.

It seems that someone is crying... I can't really meet something.

It's a big black sky, there is no moon at night, who would cry outside the village?
Years ago, when he came back from Shuangshui Village, he was shocked when he encountered a villager catching a weasel when he passed the old grave.

But since then, Wang Manyin has taken a few night walks, and he is much more daring.

So he didn't make a sound, and quietly moved towards the opposite cliff.

After walking tens of meters, the voice became clearer: "Father... you should die early to enjoy the blessings, leaving our family to suffer... In the village, our family is inferior. I don't dare to say anything, anyone can criticize... The food at home is about to run out, the children are screaming hungry on the kang, I am a father who is not capable, I might as well die..."

Hearing the familiar voice on the other side, Wang Manyin's expression was extremely complicated.

The other party was Wang Mingqiang from Guanzi Village. According to his seniority, he should be called Uncle. His family lived in a broken kiln in the last two holes of the village.

Usually, the sense of family presence is very weak, and they almost never show up in front of others except for meetings.When working, Wang Mingqiang is always honest and honest, even if others are sitting with their heads bowed, smoking and chatting, he doesn't dare to join them.

Even so, there are always faults.

Sometimes, Wang Manyin was very grateful to his predecessor's grandfather, who was prodigal, and smoked opium to completely drain the family fortune.

Otherwise, I am afraid that I am not much better than Wang Mingqiang now.

The other party has three children, the oldest is only twelve.

There is a lack of labor in his family. No matter how good Wang Mingqiang is at work, he can only get the lowest third-class work points just like Wang Manyin.

Judging from the meaning in his words, it seems that the family has broken down.

After hesitating for a moment, Wang Manyin stepped into the space.

When he returned, he held a broken earthen jar in his hand.This kind of earthen pot is everywhere in the village, and I am not afraid of being recognized.

He had a lot of sorghum noodles in stock before, and he could give some to Wang Mingqiang for emergencies.

Of course, Wang Manyin would not be so stupid as to show up directly.

He quietly put the broken earthen pot on the side of the road, then stepped back, hid in the darkness, picked up a piece of dirt and threw it over.

"Who?" Wang Mingqiang was startled, and hurriedly turned his head to look.

"There is an earthen jar behind you, and there are some sorghum noodles in it, hurry up and take it home..." Wang Manyin answered in a hoarse voice, suppressing his throat.

The last time Zhao Jianhai was sap, he was called to open the door by a hoarse voice.

Wang Manyin tried it secretly, and the voice did change so much that he couldn't tell who it was.

(End of this chapter)