The sky seemed to have been poked by Monkey King, and the downpour did not stop for three days. Fuya lay on the kang mat, looking at her brothers boredly, making childish faces to tease her! In the past few days, Da Mao and Er Mao

, San Mao and Wu Mao, sleeping on the big kang with their grandma.

The younger ones, Bamao and Jiumao, clamored to sleep with their sister, but they were slapped back by their mother: "You two are just peeing on the bed. I have to work very hard during the day to cook and thresh grains, and at night I have to do it."

Serve you? Damn it, who cares who gives birth, I won’t serve you!"

Jiumao pointed at the younger Fuya: "I can take care of Fuya, why can't there be more than me?"

"How can you worry about your sister? Your sister has never peed on the kang even once since she was born. Even her diapers are very dirty. You are four and almost five years old, and you still peed on the kang. Who will help you?"

Does your face compare with our Fuya’s?”

The hair on Jiu Mao's head drooped weakly - he didn't want to urinate on the bed. Is this something he could control? Besides, he rarely peeed on the bed now, so why did he still read the almanac?

During these two days, the men in the second and third bedrooms of the big house lived in the fifth house, the women lived in the third house with their nine cents, and the remaining four cents slept in the fourth room.

It looks quite crowded, but half of the people have to work in shifts at night. Those who don't work will fall asleep like dead pigs immediately when they lie down. They don't feel anything if it's crowded or not.

After three days and three nights of busy work, the grains of Lao Song's family finally returned to the warehouse.

Looking at the bags of food recovered, the faces of the Song family, old and young, although tired, were filled with the joy of a good harvest.

Song Dafu said with a smile: "Dad, although there is drought and little rain this year, the grain harvest has not been reduced! I estimate that we have harvested a full bag more than the year before last when the weather was smooth!"

When delivering grain, Song Ergui, who often went to help, nodded repeatedly and said: "The yield of this wheat must be 150 kilograms per mu, right? And sorghum, excluding those with sprouts, there are still 1890 kilograms.

Woolen cloth!"

"I didn't expect this year to be a good harvest year!" Song Sanshou rubbed the grains in his hands. The grains were fuller than in previous years!

Song Qingmo announced a happy news: "I saw a notice from the government in the town, saying that King Chen has exempted us from taxes. Isn't this food enough for our family to feed our family for more than half a year?"

"Really?" Song Sixi punched him and said with a smile: "Why are you telling such great news now?"

Song Xiaowu smiled and punched his still sore arm, saying, "Am I dizzy from being too busy?"

"Prince Chen is once again giving subsidies to girls and exempting people from taxes for two consecutive years. He is such a good prince! Fortunately, our Houshan Village belongs to Prince Chen's fiefdom, otherwise..." Old Man Song paused, thinking of him

Marry the girl on the other side of the mountain.

Although it is separated by a mountain, it belongs to King Kang's territory. Years of disasters and heavy taxes have forced many families to sell their sons and daughters, become homeless, and flee far away. His sister's family said they fled to the south.

No news yet.

How can it be so easy to escape from famine? How many people died on the way to escape from famine... Besides, even if they fled to the south, what would happen? As Lao Wu once said: "In prosperity, the people suffer; in death, the people suffer.

"The people who suffer the most are the common people!

The rain lasted for half a month before gradually letting up. The terrain of Houshan Village was chosen well. The flash floods the year before last flooded many villages. Except for a few houses in Houshan Village, which were in disrepair and collapsed, most of them were

Everyone's house is intact.

The old man Song came to the field wearing a raincoat, but he was not so lucky there. There was a vast ocean, and only the sorghum could still emerge, and the sorghum ears on it had been soaked. Many old people in the village were kneeling in their homes.

In front of the field, I cried as if the sky was falling.

Although Lao Zhangtou's family had harvested in advance, half of the crops were still soaked in water. He walked up to Lao Songtou and sighed: "I really want to give myself a slap in the face, why didn't I listen to you and start with you?

Where’s the grab?”

"Fortunately, I got most of it back! My Xiao Wu saw a notice in the town saying that Chen Wang will continue to be tax-free this year. When the water goes down, we can plant some radishes, cabbage, potatoes and the like, and we can live with it." Old man Song touched.

He touched his old cigarette bag and put it down again - there was not much tobacco left, so he had to smoke sparingly.

Lao Zhangtou and several other people who were following him to harvest, all said in unison: "Brother Song (uncle), from now on we will definitely follow your advice on how to plant!"

What else can we do? Water, plow the ground, topdress, and plant vegetables! Houshan Village is located in the north and can only grow crops for one season. They will be harvested at the end of July (lunar calendar). There are still more than two months left, so they can only be used to plant some growing crops.

Short-lived cabbage radish.

When the water in the fields receded and the land was plowed, it was already half a month later than in previous years. The growing period of potatoes is longer than that of cabbage and radishes, so the old Song family hesitated whether to plant them.

Fuya, who had already passed a hundred days, patted her father's arm and touched the sprouting potatoes - why not plant them? She would be more than six months old during the winter harvest, so she could eat some mashed potatoes mixed with egg yolks like this

What will she eat if I don’t plant them? Carrots and cabbage? She is not a little white rabbit!

Old man Song touched his granddaughter's chubby little hands, thinking that she was playing with him! It was her mother who understood her: "Grow it! We Fuya said we can plant it, so we don't have to worry about it being confiscated!"

Mrs. Wu inquired and found out that the land owned by Lao Zhangtou's family next door was much richer than that of the Song family. One acre of wheat only weighed 120 kilograms. Not to mention other families, the yield of some was only half of theirs! In her opinion,

It seems that her family's good harvest this year is definitely a blessing brought to them by Fuya.

So, the whole family joined the battle. Of the five acres of fertile land, two acres were planted with radishes, three acres were planted with potatoes, and the remaining five acres of medium-sized fields were sown with cabbage seeds.

In previous years, it would have been good if the Song family could plant half of the ten acres of land. After all, plowing the land is a laborious job. This year, the Jiang family's cows worked hard, and Fuya's godfather and his son came to help, but they were all planted!

"Milk, milf! We dug up a lot of loaches!" Song Damao led a few brothers and found a lot of loaches in the ditch at the edge of the field, including an eel as thick as a thumb!

Mrs. Wu smiled and said: "This is a good thing! Da Mao, go and send some to your Fifth Grandma!"

The Fifth Grandma she mentioned was Fuya's godmother Jiang. Da Mao picked out half of the fat loaches and sent them over. When she came back, she was followed by Jiang and her daughter.

As soon as Jiang Zhixue entered the door, she went straight to Fuya who was playing with her fingers on the kang. She held the fragrant little baby in one hand and gently fanned her with a fan in the other. She turned around and said to Mrs. Wu: "Auntie,

Why did you send us so many loaches?"

"A few naughty boys dug it in the mud, isn't it worth anything? I'll give you a few to taste... Those things eat mud and are very rustic. They are kept in water overnight and then stewed thoroughly with soybean paste. They still taste good.
Chapter completed!