Game slow travel: I am serious about hoarding goods

Jiang Quhan put the basket back on his arm in a good manner, and said, "Uncle patriarch, that's what I came here for this time. The team leader takes care of production every day and wants to be advanced. I have some immature ideas. I want to invite the old patriarch. Give me an idea."

The old patriarch also didn't expect that Jiang Quhan was not doing it for his own private affairs, but for the production in the brigade. He sat upright, knocked out the tobacco ash in the cigarette pot, and put the cigarette pot away, only to be surprised Said: "Oh? Tell me about it."

Jiang Quhan thought for a while before saying: "The chief wants to produce ten thousand catties per mu, but I think the weather is not very good this year, the fields are very dry, and the rice seedlings transplanted in the experimental field are almost dead. Uncle Patriarch , do you think it can produce ten thousand catties per mu?"

The old patriarch was not angry because of Jiang Quhan's question, he subconsciously wanted to take a couple of puffs from the pipe, and then remembered that he had just finished smoking for a while, so he held back.

He also visited his son's experimental field.Before looking at it, he still had a little hope. After looking at it, he knew that this matter probably would not work, and it would probably affect the harvest of those few acres that were not so good.

Jiang Quhan didn't wait for him to answer, and continued: "This year's rain situation, counting on the crops in the fields, how much can be left to feed the brigade members after paying the tax? I can see the daily food consumption of the big cafeteria. The food reserves should not last long."

Jiang Quhan was about to continue talking, but was stopped by the old patriarch. He pointed to the stool in the main room and said, "You sit on a stool first, and I'll send someone to call Dafu back, so he can listen to it too."

After speaking, he yelled into the room: "Xiaoqin, go to the field and call your father back. He said something happened at home and told him to come back now. If he sees you, Uncle Da Zhu, call him too."

After a while, a seven or eight-year-old girl came out of the room, and ran out after saying yes.

The old patriarch watched his granddaughter go to call someone, and then shouted into the house: "Old woman, make a cup of tea. Yulan Yulan has been here for a while, and she hasn't even taken a sip of water."

Jiang Quhan hurriedly declined: "Auntie, don't pour it, I'm not thirsty, I drink it at home."

The old patriarch's daughter-in-law came over with a bowl of tea, and said with a smile: "I just saw you talking about business, and I was afraid to disturb you. A bowl of tea is nothing, and there is no good tea."

Jiang Quhan quickly took it, "Auntie, you are too polite."

"You child, you come to your patriarch's uncle's house to return your birth. It's just that you don't come here usually. I see your mother-in-law a lot from time to time. You have been married for many years, and you don't come to the door if you have nothing to do."

Jiang Quhan is really not good at this kind of interpersonal communication skills, just when he didn't know what to say, the little girl who just ran out ran back.

Her little face was flushed, and she didn't know whether she was drying out or running away, so she took a breath and said, "Master, Dad and Uncle Dazhu will be back in a while."

The old patriarch waved his hand, and the little girl went back into the room without knowing what to do.

After the little girl left, the old patriarch's wife asked again: "Is Qingshan doing well in the army?"

Jiang Quhan complained silently in his heart, how do I know if he is good or not?She replied with a smile on her face: "Auntie, it's okay."

The old patriarch's daughter-in-law sighed and said, "That baby is also up to the mark, but I died early and suffered a lot when I was young."

Jiang Quhan listened obediently without interjecting. The old patriarch's wife didn't speak for a while before Zhang Fu came back.

Before he entered the house, a voice came in from outside: "Father, why did you ask Xiaoqin to call us back at this time? Dazhu and I are busy."