Soon, bags of grain were stacked and weighed. The recordkeeper wrote the numbers on the blackboard, and the accountant next to him added them bit by bit with an abacus.

The whole process was transparent and open, with people from several other villages watching from the sidelines.

"Okay, I know everything you said."

"This is your receipt for making up for the food arrears. This is the money to buy the surplus food. Take it all and hurry up!"

Lao Ding looked at Yang Dazhuang who was explaining on the side and didn't want to pay attention to him, "It's just this time, don't do this next time!"

Yang Dazhuang was speechless, but what he said was all the truth.

Before coming here, Mr. Yang made it clear that this matter must be made clear.

However, he made it clear, but people didn't believe him.

This happened.

I had no choice but to take the money and go back to the village with everyone.

"Captain, how much does it cost?"

"Captain, do you have enough to buy a cow this time?"

A group of people asked on the road. They were in a good mood due to the joy of the harvest and the completion of the task.

"Hey, what's your guess?"

Yang Dazhuang doesn't care about the seed grain anymore. He can just let his master make up his mind later.

"How could we guess that there are three thousand?"

"Three thousand, I think it should be four thousand!"

"There are not that many. The prices are much cheaper this year. It would be nice to have two thousand."

Yang Dazhuang listened to what everyone said to each other, but did not speak.

In the pocket of his clothes was 2,142 yuan and 50 cents, which was cheaper than last year.

Back at Yangjiazhuang, Yang Dazhuang explained the situation to Mr. Yang.

After listening, Mr. Yang was silent.

If he hasn't experienced this personally, he doesn't believe it either.

"Forget it, we'll talk about it later during the autumn harvest. If you believe it, believe it. If you don't believe it, we'll just do it ourselves."

"Okay. By the way, this is the money from selling surplus grain. Wheat and corn are both three points lower than before."

Mr. Yang didn't say anything else after hearing this, "We'll put off buying the cow later."

"Okay, by the way, in two days you go to the city and talk to Xiaotao."

"My legs can't walk anymore."

…

On the weekend, Yang Xiaotao was collecting corn in the yard. There is enough sunshine now, which is the time to ripen the corn.

There are already hundreds of kilograms of seeds in the storage space, which are all recent harvests.

Nowadays, with Xiaowei's efforts, the difficulty of breeding is getting lower and lower, and the harvest is naturally getting more and more.

Getting up from the cornfield, Yang Xiaotao came to the water tank and fished out a large watermelon from the wooden barrel on the side.

It weighs ten kilograms and is mottled with blue lines. My fingers can’t help but tap it.

"The sound is dull, and it is indeed produced by the system."

Yang Xiaotao shook the water off the watermelon and shouted to Wangcai lying at the door, "Send someone to go."

Wangcai got up reluctantly and ran to Uncle Chen's house.

After a while, Uncle Chen walked to Yang Xiaotao's house, waving a cattail leaf fan and asked, "Where did you get this watermelon?"

"Bought from the vegetable market."

Yang Xiaotao laughed, picked up the kitchen knife, and prepared to cut it in half.

But I heard footsteps coming from the door. I looked up and saw that it was Yang Dazhuang and Yang Shitou.

It's just that both of them were carrying a big bag.

"Uncle Da Zhuang, Brother Shitou."

"Why are you two here?"

Yang Xiaotao quickly put down the knife and stepped forward to grab the bags on their backs, with a relaxed expression.

The two of them were not surprised by Yang Xiaotao's abnormal strength.

"If we don't collect the food here, the village will send you some."

As Yang Dazhuang said, many people in the yard looked over. Qin Huairu, who was washing diapers by the pool, immediately got up and walked into the house.

Halfway through, I heard that the delivery was food, and my eyes immediately widened in disbelief.

These days, doesn’t it mean that people in the countryside don’t have enough to eat?

Where can I find food to give away?

She came from the countryside, so how could she not know the situation in the village?

Even their Qinjia Village is like this. They are exhausted all year round and barely have enough to eat for a month or two, barely surviving.

Hearing this and looking at the expression on her mother-in-law's face, Qin Huairu's heart skipped a beat and she quickly ran home.

Mrs. Jia Zhang stood there in a daze holding Xiao Dang, even though the stick fell down and started crying.

"So much? I can't finish it by myself. You can take it back with you when you leave."

Yang Xiaotao looked at a bag of white noodles and a bag of stick noodles, each bag weighing dozens of kilograms.

There was another burst of sarcastic discussion in the courtyard, and Mrs. Jia Zhang's eyes bulged even more. She wanted to go up and shout, "He doesn't want it, I want it!"

"How about that? Everyone in the village has a share. This ration is yours, so you have to accept it."

When Yang Dazhuang came here for the first time, he only heard about the things in the courtyard and didn't take it seriously.

He said it straight out of his heart, and Jia Zhang immediately ran back to the house.

After a while, the Jia family heard Jia Zhang’s questioning and Qin Huairu’s explanation.

Chapter 174 is under review
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