Village chief Cao Defa sat under the old willow tree and read the notice over and over: Ten loads of grain, ten loads of grain!

This doesn't give ordinary people a chance at all. He has an only son in his family, so it's hard for him to go alone.

His son was just in his prime, what would he do if his old Cao family's incense was ruined?

"Village Chief, then we, the old, widowed men with no children, will also be conscripted. Those with old arms and legs will die if we go there."

Cao Defa was born one head and two big, and his village's total rations were less than ten dans, and all they had were old bachelors.

Alas! Why are life so miserable?

"Village chief, what do you think we should do if there are no men and no food in the family?"

When Cao Defa received the official document today, the officers and soldiers at the post said that if there is no suitable man in the family and he cannot hand over the food, he needs to produce a certificate, and the county magistrate will stamp the official seal on the certificate.

However, the county magistrate has the number of soldiers to recruit. If he cannot complete the task above, then whether Wushamao can be saved is another matter.

For the rice bugs in these countries, the biggest supporter is the imperial court. If the dynasty falls, there will be intact eggs under the nest.

The Wang family's fish had been neglected for a long time, so Father Wang gathered the family together.

He knew the pain of marching and fighting, hanging on for his life every moment, the horror of being punctured by the long-armed iron soldiers, the hot blood splashing on his face, and the scenes of life and death, roars and convulsions that broke through the box of memory.

He won't let any of his sons go to war!

Then their family needs ten loads of grain, which is one thousand catties of grain.

These grains need to be handed over in late spring or early summer next year.

What the country is waiting for is their winter wheat harvest, which they plant in autumn and winter and harvest in late spring and early summer the following year.

The land of each household is limited, and many people work in the landlord's house or on a farm as a tenant and do not have their own land.

The Wang family has a total of six acres of dry land and five acres of paddy fields, and the yield per mu is low.

Everyone did a mental calculation and found that one thousand kilograms of grain would cost about two thousand cash in previous years. Now that food prices have increased, it would cost more than three thousand cash. If prices were driven up due to conscription, the price of food would be several times higher.

Their family has a total of about five taels of silver, and they are now considered a hidden wealthy family in the village.

"Anzi, take everyone to move our things back. The three of you and I will go to the town to buy food. If we go late, I'm afraid the prices will be sky-high."

Facts have proved that Father Wang's guess was correct, as all the food stores in the town had sold out signs.

Some people got the inside information early and made preparations long ago, and some even purchased large quantities of grain, stored it, and then sold it when the price soared, making a huge profit.

"Dad, what can we do? The town is out of food. This must be the case in other towns."

"We'll see how the situation goes. There's an old Baitong in town. Go to him to get some information."

An Ran held his head with his little hands. Ten loads of grain weighed one thousand kilograms. The crop yield here was terribly low. For an ordinary farmer, a few hundred kilograms of grain a year would be pretty good.

She only has some seeds, but if she wants a high yield per acre and fast growth, she can provide some.

However, there were really few crops suitable for winter, and the imperial court was making plans, not only needing the poor's people, but also the rich's food and money.

In fact, from Enron's point of view, it is still about draining the flesh and blood of the common people. The rich have a lot of money, and they don't care about a few loads of food. Some take advantage of business opportunities to pass on all the damage to the common people, and still want to make a fortune from it.

When Father Wang came home, his face was filled with sadness. He knew that the food was in the hands of the rich and they could not buy it at all.

If there is a channel, it can only be purchased at a price that is more than ten times higher.

"This damned imperial court is trying to suck our blood and eat our flesh, so where is this?"

Father Wang squatted under the eaves, holding a stone in his hand and scratching on the ground.

"This is Changtao, the bitter cold land in southern Xinjiang. Beyond Baihuling, this is the military fortress, the boundary line of the Three Kingdoms..."

Father Wang drew a simple map on the ground. He had a lot of experience working under the Song scouts back then.

At least Mr. Wang is familiar with the territory of Xinjiang. Their country is the most central among several big countries. It is bordered by Jiang to the north, Da Dian to the south, Gaocang, Gutan, and Xihuai to the west, and the easternmost country.

It is a Tianlin country with strong national power.

Looking at the road map on the ground, looking at a short line, it is actually more than a thousand kilometers away. It will take ten days and a half to reach the official road at a fast pace.

Not to mention that these conscripted soldiers relied solely on foot power, and it only took a month or two to reach southern Xinjiang.

"Dad, what should we do if we can't raise ten loads of food?"

Zhang Guihua is a straight-headed person. She says whatever comes to her mind, but she doesn't know that she is asking the right question.

There are four men in their family. The kids haven't grown up yet, so there are only five who are eligible to join the army. So who will go?

Women's thoughts are completely different from men's thoughts.

The last thing a few women want is for their men to go off to the battlefield, which means they may be left widowed.

And men all want to take care of themselves. They are the backbone of the family. Even if they die, someone will take care of their wives and children.

"If we can't get the food together, we'll draw lots. But now, we'd better get the food together first."

Drawing lots depends on luck, and there will be no objection to whoever wins the prize.

At night, the food returned to the pre-Liberation period, and the standard dish was soup dumplings with pickles.

After An Ran finished eating, she asked Father Wang to hug her. This was a secret between them. As long as she reached out for a hug, she was trying to get something.

"Hmm!" An Ran took out a big red apple in front of Father Wang.

Her farm's grain piles are piled up in hills. Although Father Wang knows that she can bring something out, he doesn't know what she has.

If possible, she wanted to do something big and sell the grain from the farm.

What if someone asks where his family gets their food?

Then everyone should follow the principle of confidentiality when purchasing, or find an intermediary to resell the grain from multiple hands.

Father Wang was holding a big red apple in his hand. He had never seen this kind of fruit before. Its subtle sweetness made people salivate.

An Ran took out another handful of wheat in his hand. Each wheat grain was plump and round, twice as big as the wheat they grew themselves.

"Fu Bao, this is wheat."

Father Wang took out one and clicked it under his teeth. The wheat yield was extremely high and it was the best wheat he had ever seen.

"Selling~rice~rice~"

It's not that she can't speak, it's that her organs are really immature, especially her chubby hands, which can only hold things, not write.

Oh, she can also pinch it with her index fingers to put the residue in the corner of her mouth and eat it.

"These wheat..."

Father Wang thought for a long time and realized that the wheat that Fu Bao gave him was of very good quality.

It would be best if these wheats were used as seeds, but it is already past the time to sow winter wheat.

It was impossible to turn over the wheat and could only exchange it or sell it secretly.

"Fu Bao, how much wheat do we have?"

An Ran's little finger spread out into a flower. She had so much wheat. Wheat is the lowest-level crop. It takes one minute to plant and you can harvest five hundred kilograms.

Now she no longer grows wheat in her land, but now grows a batch of coriander, the roots of which are green and fragrant.

In order for Mr. Wang to believe in his own strength, there were bags of wheat piled on the ground, each bag weighing over a hundred kilograms.

"Let's take this wheat and sell it so that everyone can stay at home.

Fu Bao, you are the lifeblood of our family. How much blessings did our family have in our previous life to make you like our family?"

Father Wang was in tears. He had lived a hard life, and he also wanted his children and grandchildren to live a good life.
Chapter completed!