Nan Chengyu gently patted Linlang's good baby, pressed her little head into his arms, and asked Feng Ming'an: "What do they say about Grandpa Mo." ”

Feng Ming'an's little pot friend wiped his face and took a deep breath.

"The self-reserved land in the village continues to grow sweet potatoes, and every family plants them, and our farmers don't waste the grain, so naturally they won't pull it out after planting, as for the ...... in the field

Plant corn! ”

Feng Ming'an's little pot friend's teeth trembled, and his body trembled.

Nan Chengyu handed him another orange.

"Okay, manly man, after crying, it's over, I remember that before I left, the nearly twenty acres of wheat that had been ruined in the village had been picked up and planted with sweet potatoes!

It's not really to the point of exhaustion.

Haven't the children been in the mountains lately?

Do you remember that stone chamber? You let the third brother Huzi stone them with their children, and let them dig wild vegetables if they can't climb trees......"

Nan Chengyu paused: "Don't be confined to picking wild vegetables, the edible grass leaves and everything are collected and dried, and stored in that stone room, which can save lives at a critical time, I don't know what the situation will be in the future!"

I've also saved some things with Linlang recently.

Will continue to collect.

Our village is pretty good, isn't it?

Shangyang Village and Hongxing Village, now I'm afraid it's ......

I'm already out of food! ”

Nan Chengyu has never coaxed anyone except for Linlang's good baby, and he also feels that if he coaxes a boy to be well-behaved, he can only divert his attention.

Speaking of this, Feng Ming'an's little pot friend looked happy, looking at Nan Chengyu's eyes with tears and admiration.

"Thanks to my brother.

Before, my father and the others planned to wait for a while to see if there was no need to pay so much wheat after all the villages had been destroyed, or did I accidentally mention Mingyue Nier's 'grain search team', so they hurriedly dried and handed over the grain.

The average yield per mu was less than 400 catties, and my father reported 500 catties for the sake of good looks, but he was still scolded by the leaders of the commune. ”

Feng Ming'an's little pot friend ate an orange again, and his mood seemed to be better.

"The old captain of Shangyang Village saw the actions of our village, and also handed over the grain with our village, and they gritted their teeth and handed over the yield of 500 catties per mu, and half of the wheat they harvested!

The most powerful is Red Star Village......

They reported a yield of 1,500 catties per mu, and they also won the commendation of our county! ”

Speaking of which, Feng Ming'an's little pot friend had a strange expression on his face.

"In their village, all the wheat was already dextrose and died, and the wheat that was snatched was less than 30% of the normal harvest, and it was not enough to hand over all the wheat that was normally received.

The commune sent down some 'anti-concealment' 'grain search teams', and every household searched the sky and the earth, digging three feet into the ground along the kang, and the roof was going to be torn apart.

For this......

Those people in Shangyang Village who are not willing to learn from our village to pay public grain are now happy all day long, and the people in our village are happy and polite. ”

Nan Chengyu breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the previous depression on his face was gone.

The most bitter time is still far behind!

Feng Ming'an's little pot friend felt a little more comfortable, and his legs, which he had never felt, began to hurt, and he looked at Nan Chengyu with his eyes: "Brother Chengyu's sweet potatoes are dry, I'm hungry." ”

Nam Chengyu: "......"

Well, I still know that I ordered, and it seems that I am really fine!

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