"Isn't there only fifty dollars left at home? How can you buy so many sweet potatoes? I heard from Lao Zhang that the price of sweet potatoes in the black market has risen to 1.2 yuan!"

Wang Yaobang asked in surprise.

"I tell you, that's because I met a kind person. They sell 50 cents per pound, which is the grandma I bought last time. Do you remember?

The one with a pound of rice!

Unfortunately, the grandma said that the harvest this year may not be very good, so she will not sell grain in the future. Fortunately, I stocked up about 100 kilograms, and I thought I would save some food a little, which should be enough for our family to eat for two months!"

Zhang Mei smiled with a complacent smile.

As a person in charge of household use, it is naturally her credit that she can buy good and cheap things.

"Wait a minute, mom, the old lady said she won't sell food in the future. Then when you bought it this time, you probably didn't look at it carefully!&1t;i>&1t;/i>

I heard from a colleague of mine that someone specializes in selling things at a cheap price to earn trust, and then finally sells inferior ones again. Isn’t the only sweet potatoes you buy the best?

It’s not certain whether it’s sweet potatoes or not!

No, I have to go and see it!"

Wang Feng always felt that there was no good thing about pies falling from the sky in this world. At this time, she heard her mother say that this was the last time she sold it. She couldn't help but feel alert. She didn't have to eat any food and wanted to go to the warehouse to check the quality of sweet potatoes.

Zhang Mei's face turned pale when she said it. Because everyone was crazy about buying it just now, she was afraid that she could not steal it, so she paid the money and carried a hundred kilograms of sweet potatoes and more than ten kilograms of rice, and then came back in a hurry, without even having to watch it.

Of course, out of trust in that grandma, she didn't think there would be any falsehood at that time.

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Now that my daughter talks about it, I feel a little panicked.

He also quickly got up and went over. The others below could not eat enough. They all put down their bowls and chopsticks and went to the room where the food was placed.

After entering the room, I saw Wang Feng pouring out the pile of sweet potatoes from the bag. After looking through it for a while, he was muttering:

"How come this happens? Why do sweet potatoes look good? It shouldn't be. How could there be such a stupid person in the world? It shouldn't be!

How could he not be a liar?”

Seeing her like this, Zhang Mei was so angry that she patted the back of her head with great force and scolded:

"You damn girl, what did you say about the grandma's good intentions? Is it wrong for you to say that she is not a liar?

Get out quickly, don't eat tonight, give me the northwest wind!"&1t;i>&1t;/i>

Looking at the whole ground of sweet potatoes, Zhang Mei couldn't help feeling guilty, guilty that she had just thought of that grandma.

It's really inappropriate.

...

Besides, Qiaomu, after Qiaomu returned to the village, he felt that he could not just watch it, nor could he watch the villagers starve to death, so he thought for a while and then hurried to the old village chief's house.

I plan to discuss something with the old village chief.

"Is Fuhua at home?"

When he arrived at the place, Qiaomu asked loudly while knocking on the door. Zhang Fuhua and her son were of the same seniority, so there was no problem with him.

"Hey, why are you here?

Come in and sit, is there anything wrong?"

At this time, it was already dark, so Zhang Fuhua was naturally at home. After coming out to see Qiaomu, he immediately opened the door and greeted Qiaomu and asked.&1t;i>&1t;/i>

"Fuhua, I have something to say to you secretly, can we talk to the warehouse?"

If Qiao Mu wants to say something later, it can be considered a socialist corner and a socialist wool, so naturally he has to find a hidden corner to talk about it, how can he talk openly?

Although Qiao Fuhua felt a little strange, she did not refuse. She turned around and greeted Qiao Mu to the warehouse not far away.

When he arrived at the place, Qiaomu then said:

"Fuhua, I went to the county town again today, and the grain supply in the county town has decreased again. Many people have to go to the black market to buy high-priced grain to barely survive. There is not much grain in our village anymore!

Look at this weather, do you think the grain production this year will be high? If it rains a few times in a while, our village may still gain some rewards, but if it doesn’t rain, it will be hanging!"&1t;i>&1t;/i>

"Grandma, let me tell you the truth. If the village's grain storage is divided equally, each person will be less than five kilograms, and the canteen will be almost unable to hold on, so we don't know what to do!

The food this season is really lingering!

What do you think?"

Qiao Fuhua also said frowningly.

The villagers in the village always think that the things in the canteen are too thin, but the village cadres are so worried that they can't sleep when they look at the little food in the grain warehouse every day, for fear that one day there will be no food in the canteen.

“I want to go farming in the mountains.

The weather is OK now, so you can replant the sweet potatoes in the mountains. If the village cannot collect the grain in this season, or the amount is very small, and the grain tax levied above is still the same as before, the sweet potatoes you replenish can save your life!"&1t;i>&1t;/i>

Seeing Qiao Fuhua's terrified expression, Qiao Mu hurriedly said, "Don't be anxious first!

I know it's not good to do this, but don't forget how many people starved to death in our village in 1942. At that time, let us old people go to the mountains to grow sweet potatoes. If it really doesn't work, then I will go alone. If someone accidentally reports it, it's me who did it, and it's all my own ideas!

I am the only one who paraded on the street.

It will definitely not involve the village!"

"Grandma...Woo woo..."

Qiao Fuhua was already crying at this time.

"Grandma, you can't let you do this. You are so old. I'll let the village..."

"No, don't, we are not afraid when we are old. Anyway, we have a few years of life.

As long as you can survive, we will be at ease even if we die. Originally, I wanted to plant it secretly on the mountain, but look, now that everyone is running into the mountain every day, I am worried that they will be hungry one day, and they can't wait for the sweet potatoes I plant to mature and dig them for food. So, I came over to tell you, hoping that you can help me hide it and have a clear idea in my heart."

Qiao Mu knew that Qiao Fuhua might want the villagers to help, and wanted to take the way of not chasing the crowd. However, if so many people go up the mountain to plant together, the noise would be too great. It would be better for her to plant it quietly alone, let alone where the sweet potato seedlings of so many people came from, and how could she secretly smuggle the sweet potato seedlings from the Penguin Farm?

"Okay, but, as the old village chief, I, don't do much for everyone on weekdays, so I'm going to do it this time and grow sweet potatoes with you!

Don’t refuse this time. Anyway, I’m old and I haven’t had many years to live. I just think it’s a contribution to the village!

By the way, do you have sweet potato seedlings?”

It was only then that Qiao Fuhua remembered that it still needed sweet potato pieces and sweet potato seedlings to grow sweet potatoes. At this time, didn’t everyone hand over the grain to the canteen warehouse? Where did they go to find sweet potato seedlings?
Chapter completed!