"Grandma, I want to eat rice, but this doesn't taste good!"

It was rare for Ji Dongqing to have a meal with his family, so Comrade Ji happened to get millet from home, and his mother-in-law specially made yellow rice with fried rice. Amy, Ji Man and Ji Cang could still eat a few bites at first.

After a while, the three little guys started pouting. After all, it was not a staple food and the taste was not good.

Ji Dongqing and Xiaobai were eating deliciously. Hearing what Amy said, Ji Dongqing raised his head and frowned. Amy and her two sons were pouting with chopsticks.

"Amy, be good, this is the food that grandpa grew so hard, don't let it go to waste!"

Looking at the rice in the small bowls of several people, the mother-in-law's eyes were full of smiles. The three of them didn't buy it, especially Amy, who was eight years old and had her own opinion.

"That doesn't taste good..."

"Amy, remember, people have to eat whole grains, not just one staple food. What will we eat if one day our rice is no longer available?"

"I can have a cookie!"

Looking at her grandma's smiling face, Amy was still unconvinced. Why did she say that the taste of yellow rice was much worse than that of rice?

"Our country's flour output is equivalent to 100 meters. Without 100 meters, it means that there is no white flour. Should we also try to eat other things? Otherwise, will Amy's little belly be hungry? Grandma

I promise, as long as Amy and the two babies finish eating the yellow rice today, grandma will make white rice for the next meal, which will be delicious!"

"Okay, grandma, don't let your words not count..."

"Grandma promises!"

Facing her grandma's gentle eyes, Amy had no choice but to agree and start eating with her little mouth.

Ji Dongqing looked at Xiaobai, and Xiaobai looked at Ji Dongqing, both seeing incredible things in each other's eyes.

China has been sparing no effort in talking about the issue of food security. In recent years, Ji Dongqing has become a little irritable, especially in these years when Ji Dongqing has imported a large amount of white rice from Bangladesh and too many countries.

On the one hand, it is to sell and replace end products, and on the other hand, it is to create benefits for employees and reduce expenses.

Xiaobai also opened several grain and oil stores in every company location, just to provide cheap food to the company.

In Ji Dongqing's opinion, there is something safer than this. Every time he goes home and looks at the mountains of food piled up in Comrade Ji's home, Ji Dongqing will have a debate with his old father.

One person thinks that the father should not store so much food. Forget it, sell it. How much does it cost to buy it? There will be nothing left after being eaten by insects and rats during storage, and the cost of occupying storage space is not cost-effective.

Every time Lao Ji would say that the family had overnight grain, so the people were not panicked, and the land was used to grow grains, so there was no empty warehouse at home! Every year, millet, millet, perilla, sorghum, soybeans, and corn were all grown.

Sometimes there are pockmarks and sunflower seeds, so there are a lot of things to worry about.

In the current Northeast, more than half of the area is planted with corn, and the area planted with soybeans is gradually shrinking. In some villages, as far as the eye can see, it is all corn, and there are almost no soybeans at all.

As for Comrade Lao Ji’s grains, we can’t even find the seeds in the countryside. The seeds in Lao Ji’s family were handed down from our ancestors to this day, and their history seems to be longer than Lao Ji’s family tree.

A few years ago, there was an old man nearby who suffered from cancer and needed to find a medicine primer. I searched all over the area but could not find the perilla seeds used in the medicine primer.

It is only available here at Lao Ji. If someone comes to buy it, Lao Ji will give it to him for free.

As a result, the other party put down three thousand yuan for two kilograms of perilla seeds, and Lao Ji was dumbfounded.

Not only these things, but also red beans, mung beans, kidney beans, snap beans, black beans, sticky corns, white onions, Xitiangu, cucumbers, tomatoes, everything you can think of can be found in Comrade Lao Ji's vegetable patch.

Most of the things are interplanted in the cornfield. Often if Amy and the two cubs are at home, Comrade Ji will be extremely busy.

As soon as the water radishes emerged from the ground, Amy and her two little ones plucked them one by one in the yard to see which ones were big enough and started eating them.

The same is true for carrots. Sometimes only half of a ridge of radishes can grow up, and the other half is ruined by Amy. No matter how many times Lao Ji warned her, it was useless. Faced with Grandpa's warning, Amy just acted cute and solved it.

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As soon as the sticky corn is starched, Amy hangs it on Lao Ji's back, and the grandson and grandson search for it one by one in the sticky corn field to prevent any fish from slipping through the net, so they can break it off and burn it.

The corn stalks were cut off by Comrade Lao Ji to feed the cows, and the sticky corn was divided between Amy and the two little ones. The two of them have been eating Amy's chews until now.

As urbanization transformation gradually comes to an end, there are fewer and fewer households in the entire southern area of ​​the train line. Many households have been demolished, leaving patches of unmanaged small orchards.

In the past, these areas were areas that every household strictly guarded against children. There were plums, autumn fruits, and all kinds of fruits. As long as Amy came home during the summer vacation, she would run around after eating, and her pockets would be stuffed.

These are all 'wild fruits'.

Originally, according to Xiaobai's rules, the little guys were not allowed to go near these places to prevent being bitten by poisonous insects, especially ticks, which are also commonly known as grass crawlers in the Northeast.

Lao Ji always said that his children would be better off if they were wilder. As time went by, Xiaobai could only let it go. When he got home, he would search for Amy immediately. Once he found out, he would immediately set fire to it.

In Xiaobai's words, Amy and Mancang were so pampered by Comrade Lao Ji that they didn't want their mother-in-law to be like this now.

"Don't look at me. I also ate whole grains when I was a child. The way my mother educated Amy and the others in Mancang is no different from how she educated me!"

"Oh, that's enough. My wife is so good, so my baby will be good too!"

"Glib, I also want to eat white rice. Here's it for you. I'll secretly get some later!"

While Ji Dongqing wasn't paying attention, Xiaobai poured half a bowl of yellow rice into Ji Dongqing's bowl. When Ji Dongqing turned around, Xiaobai had already gone to make salad, with pride in his eyes. Ji Dongqing rolled his eyes for a while, thinking that this wife should take care of herself.

Already.

On a small island a few kilometers away from Chittagong Port in the southern Bay of Bengal, several small boats are slowly leaving. The mottled paint on the boats shows that the boats are very old.

This was once an uninhabited desert island with a small area and lack of resources. Even the surrounding fishermen were too lazy to stop here.

By chance, the island was given to the Qiyuan Group as an industry by the local people, and was later used as a testing ground by Geng Sumin.

The shore of the kelp is now covered with industrial oil barrels and some floats. From a distance, you can see the dense pipelines on the island, with a huge photovoltaic tower in the center.
Chapter completed!