Rebirth in Famine: She Thrives by Lucky Space-Chapter 757 Autumn Harvest

In the afternoon, Old Yang drove back, bringing four masons. They were also arranged to stay at the brigade headquarters.

He brought back fifty pounds of rice, two hundred pounds of cornmeal, and ten pounds of bean oil for his brothers.

"Shuanzi, tonight your Brother Wei will bring you meat to eat."

"Okay." Everyone was happy; Brother Yang still took the most care of them.

Old Yang drove to the Wei Family. The house was still locked; he went straight to the wheat field and found Jiang Xinyu.

Seeing the pork, Jiang Xinyu was really delighted; the family was exhausted from the autumn harvest.

"Xiao Jiang, half of this half side is also for you. You help stew the meat and send it to the brothers.

Also, this lard, you help render it out too. I gave them ten pounds of bean oil, afraid it wasn’t enough, plus it’s tiring without some meat.

This is twenty pounds of bean oil for you, and also a hundred pounds of rice."

"Alright, I’ll send some stew to them whenever I cook."

"Thank you."

"No worries, why be polite?"

After Old Yang left, Jiang Xinyu went indoors to check on the two children, changed their diapers, and fed them before starting to stew the meat without going to the wheat field.

A pot of stew, a pot of rendered oil. The aroma filled the yard.

The oil dregs were scooped out directly to be sent over later; putting them in stew is tasty.

Using the oil pot, Jiang Xinyu stewed vegetables: beans, potatoes, eggplants, a big pot, and brought over a big bowl for them too.

The family’s meal was just rice porridge and steamed buns.

Old Yang drove to find Wang Shulin, and Li Yungui invited them to stay for dinner, but they refused.

There was still meat in the car; hurry to let Sister-in-law Wu take it out and start the autumn harvest, which is the most tiring.

In the evening, Wei Kaiyun and Monk Master brought dishes and meat over to them. They were already sticking flatbread, so no need to make dishes now.

"Eat to your heart’s content; I’ll bring you more tomorrow."

The family’s beans and eggplants were also running low; if necessary, they’d get some from others.

For dinner, eating stew, children were also satisfied, although there was meat every day, it was bacon, different from fresh meat.

The next day, it was meat baozi, making extra in the morning for lunch too.

Jiang Xinyu was tired these days, aching back and sore waist, but still persevering.

Wei Kaiyun freed himself from the farm work and supervised the construction of the workshop.

The village’s two bricklayers no longer participated in the autumn harvest, making this side bustling as well.

Wei Kaiyun thought about it and decided to find Li Yungui.

"It’s still better to find someone responsible for cooking for them; it’s best if it’s a man, a woman isn’t convenient."

"Then let Dachengzi do it. His leg isn’t agile, so he used to cook during the big canteen times."

"Alright, let him come to cook then." On the fifth day of the autumn harvest, half of the corn cobs were collected, and now stacks of orange corn piles were already piled in the wheat field.

Here, the speed wasn’t as fast as collecting corn; Li Cunshan brought over more than ten women, speeding up a lot.

Chaoyang and Xiang Dong didn’t have idle time; the two young men went out to haul bricks every pre-dawn, and now all were hauled back.

Li Yungui saw everyone so tired and discussed with Li Cunshan and his brother about slaughtering a pig to record on the brigade’s account, improving everyone’s meal.

This task was precisely given to the women at the wheat field.

So, on the seventh day of the autumn harvest, they ate stew at noon at the brigade headquarters, with three-flavored steamed buns; naturally, those building houses came over to eat together.

Jiang Xinyu saw the pure and satisfied smiles on everyone’s faces, thinking people at this time were really easily satisfied.

With the nutrition of oil, everyone worked with more vigor, though everyone was tanned and thin, their faces were still grinning.

This year’s grain yield was thirty percent higher than last year.

What does this mean? Each person can earn a few hundred more pounds of grain.

The happiest thing for ordinary folks is the bumper harvest; it means they won’t go hungry. By the eighth day, all the corn was collected.

Heaven really cared for them; it rained at night. Although it wasn’t all night, it was certainly enough moisture for farming.

Li Yungui’s mouth had already reached the back of his head.

Four people were arranged to follow Chaoyang and his brother, firstly to learn about tractors, secondly to lend a hand.

The rest of the women were at the wheat field doing the final touches, half removing peanuts and cutting soybeans.

These two crops weren’t much, just the village’s tasked amounts.

In previous years, everyone was afraid of hunger; these couldn’t compare to corn for staving hunger, so they planted less.

The tractor couldn’t be used to haul autumn, so carts with oxen were used.

The topic now was about the neighboring village just beginning to break off the cobs.

Wei Kaiyun here also raised the house, but due to the large size of the workshop, without walls supporting the middle, they had to use wood.

Two carpenters were found for this side, also working fervently.

Chaoyang and Xiang Dong discussed, Xiang Dong spinning the soil, Chaoyang sowing seeds.

Li Cunshan and several village elders followed behind.

Mainly checking, fearing any missed planting situation, as this is related to next year’s entire harvest.

Common folks value sowing most; without seeds, there can’t be a harvest.

Li Cunshan transferred six people over, responsible for carrying the roots of the corn stalks out.

Wang Shulin village had already collected a third of their corn, still directly pulled corn stalks, not using small picks to dig out the roots; otherwise, the speed would be even slower.

Jing Chu had been exhausted and couldn’t lift her head these few days, yet she persevered, thinking of herself as more fortunate than others; at least she can eat prepared meals, and every meal had meat.

"Jing Chu, why don’t you take leave?"

"Brother, I can’t, how could I be? I’m capable."

The educated youth, the village would rate their labor, and she couldn’t let this affect her score.

"We’re already doing fine, at least nutrition’s keeping up."

"Yeah, then keep it up."

Zhao Xiaoli also went to work; because of her pregnancy, she was responsible for peeling corn at the wheat field, yet this wasn’t an easy job. There’s no easy task during the autumn harvest.

Old Yang worried about her very much, but Sister-in-law Wu said there was no problem, both working at the wheat field and returning home to cook when time came. Yet some weren’t satisfied, not because of Zhao Xiaoli but Sister-in-law Wu. This matter was brought to Wang Shulin.

"You guys are still doing lighter jobs; others helping is kindness, not helping is reasonable."

Scolded, the women returned to work in shame.

Not having to work for a while was also good; lazy moments were cherished.

Zhao Xiaoli was quite angry, simply not letting Sister-in-law Wu come over, but Old Yang and Sister-in-law Wu refused.