In early September, villagers from Zoujiazhuang either pushed wheelbarrows or carried heavy baskets to the Song family to pay rent. They lined up in long lines, which directly caused a sensation in the entire Songjia'ao.
The weather has been good this year, and the Song family's 80 acres of fertile farmland has had a good harvest. The rice yield per mu is as high as 330 kilograms. For only 30% of the rent, 8,000 kilograms of rice have been harvested. The whole hall is piled full, and there is only room for a cross.
Human paths.
After the people from Zoujiazhuang left, the villagers who had been watching for a long time poured in and looked at the mountains of food with envy:
"Uncle Wufu, did you deal with Zhuangzi elsewhere?"
"With so much grain, what a big village!"
"With these rents, even if your family is lying around doing nothing, you can still eat and drink without worrying about it!"
"..."
Song Wufu said with a smile: "The village is not big, only a few dozen acres. It was Xixi who helped a wealthy family a lot, and they built such a village to thank her."
It was obviously Song Xixi who bought the farm in Zoujiazhuang with 10,000 taels of silver from the Yu family, but in his mouth, it became clear that Zhuangzi was a thank you gift from a wealthy family.
Although the meanings are similar, the villagers have different feelings when they hear:
"Awesome, Xi Yatou is so amazing. She got back dozens of acres of farmland in one move. Where can I find a girl as capable as her?"
Zhang Xiaomei waved her hands with a sad look on her face: "I don't want her to be so capable. Look at how much she has suffered in the past two years. This time she almost lost her life!"
Hearing this, the villagers couldn't help but think of Song Xixi who had been lying in bed for more than half a month and could not get out of bed. They quite agreed with Zhang Xiaomei's words.
Yes, it seems that the more promising this child is, the more unlucky he becomes.
In the past, the weak and weak person was considered safe and sound, but since then she has shown her abilities. She seems to have suffered no major or minor injuries, and every single one of them looks dangerous.
Thinking of this, the villagers were not so envious of the food in their houses.
After the people watching the excitement dispersed, Zhang Xiaomei excitedly circled around the food: "One, two, three, four... eighty, a total of eighty bags. How long will it take to eat so much food!"
Song Wufu squinted his eyes and said: "Sell some first, and keep them all for a while. I'm afraid it will be easy for insects to get eaten."
Zhang Xiaomei nodded repeatedly: "If you want it, I will carry a few bags to my parents in a while. They are all this year's new grain. They will definitely taste delicious!"
Song Jin smiled and said: "We will send it to you after grinding it, so that Uncle Niu and Aunt Niu will not have to worry about grinding it themselves."
Huang Qiuyun reminded: "There is also Master He. Master He eats a lot, so I have to leave a few extra bags for him."
He Hong's daily needs of food were sent to him by the Song family, including vegetables, meat, eggs, etc. The Song family would send them to him, and he would also buy some of them himself. Sometimes he would go to the mountains to hunt pheasants and rabbits, and the harvest was very good.
The whole family was talking and laughing, and their hearts were filled with the joy of the harvest.
Song Xixi was infected by her family's laughter, and walked out slowly while holding on to the wall: "Next year, when the weather gets warm, we will plant green and red. Now the eighty acres of farmland on Zhuangzi can only be left empty for the time being. The potatoes in our cellar
Where to plant?”
The Song family was startled, and Huang Qiuyun, who was the closest, hurriedly stepped forward to help her: "Girl, your injury hasn't healed yet, why did you get out of bed!"
Song Xixi touched her chest and felt refreshed: "My husband said that I am recovering well. I also feel that my chest is no longer tight. I just get out of bed and move around and everything will be fine."
Everyone was very happy to hear what she said: "As long as it's not boring, it's fine. As long as it doesn't move much, there should be no problem!"
Song Xixi thought so too, and she was going to get bored if she continued to lie down.
Seeing that she looked good and didn't look uncomfortable, everyone felt relieved and discussed planting potatoes.
The eighty acres of land in Zoujiazhuang have to be planted with green and red, and naturally they cannot grow potatoes. However, the Song family does not have any extra land, so it seems that they can only rent half-ripened fields in the village for planting.
Song Xixi shook her head: "The Zhao family and I still have Chaotian pepper business to do. The half-ripened fields in the village alone will be enough for next year, but certainly not the year after. Our family has to buy another farm, and try to buy as big a farm as possible."
A little bit.”
When others heard this, they were both excited and hesitant.
Song Wufu pointed out the reason: "Baby, our family does have the money to buy a farm, but you have also seen the situation today. A small farm of dozens of acres is enough to impress you. Will buying a bigger one...
"
Song Xixi said sternly: "Grandpa, our family's situation can be hidden for a while, but not for a lifetime. There is no need to hide legitimately obtained things. As for what you are worried about, it is not difficult to solve. Don't forget that potatoes can be taken with the village.
If they sow it, they will inherit the benefits from our family, so they won’t turn the blame on themselves..."
Potatoes are a high-yielding crop that is destined to be spread throughout Dajin. I am afraid that we will not be able to breed all the potato seeds that need to be bred within ten years.
By then, Songjia'ao and even several nearby villages will become potato breeding areas, which will be much more profitable than growing rice.
It is foreseeable that within a few years, Songjia'ao will become a well-known wealthy village, and every household will make a good living by growing potatoes.
When the time comes, she has earned enough points and can redeem them for wheat seeds, rice seeds, and some other cash crops. It will be no problem for Songjia'ao to prosper for decades.
Everyone was attracted by the future outlined by Song Xixi, and everyone showed their longing.
"My dear, will it really turn out to be what you said?"
As the next village chief, Song Wufu naturally hopes that Song Jia'ao will become prosperous in his hands and be able to lead the whole village to live a good life.
"Grandpa, as long as they obey the arrangements and don't act like monsters, what I say will become a reality." Song Xixi gave a premise. It is normal for people to have small thoughts. The premise is that they do not do things that harm others and do not benefit themselves.
Song Wufu felt hot and couldn't help but look at his wife beside him.
Zhang Xiaomei couldn't see what he was thinking, and said angrily: "Buy, our family has plenty of money! It's just a farm, ten or eight can afford it!"
The old couple has made the decision, and no one else will have any opinions.
In their opinion, having money in their hands is indeed a good idea, but the money at home is getting more and more, and it is of no use if it is not spent. They use it all to buy a farm, and they can see the harvest every year. It can be said that money begets money.
After all, it's better to spend it.
The matter of buying the farm was settled like this. Taking advantage of the fact that there was nothing else to do for a while, Song Wufu simply carried a thick stack of banknotes and took Song Jin and Song Yin to the city to look for a suitable farm.
More than ten days later, the father and son came back with faces full of joy, bringing back three brand-new land deeds, which totaled 200 acres of fertile land, which was almost as much as all the fields in the Song family'ao.
Of course, these three villagers were not cheap. They cost a total of 3,600 taels of silver, which made Zhang Xiaomei feel a little painful. However, holding the three field deeds that exuded the fragrance of ink, the old lady quickly started to smile.