146. Chapter 145, Disbandment

Author: Matcha flavored ice cream

Chapter 145, Disbandment

After leaving the school, the students went home in great force.

In such a cold weather, naturally no one would foolishly touch the water to cross the river, otherwise they would freeze to death.

Detour from the bridge in the distance.

After crossing the bridge and coming to the river embankment, I saw a group of people groping for something in the farmland.

"What are they doing? Running in the fields in the winter."

Someone saw that scene and asked something strange.

Yang Xiaole knew what he was doing when he saw it.

Looking for something to eat.

In some places, sweet potatoes are confiscated.

In some places, there is no harvest of corn. At that time, some sprouted grains cannot be found.

That's other production teams.

The road gradually parted among people.

Yang Xiaole looked at Zhang Liuer's leaving figure and thought that Yu Zhiming, the promise he had made to her before, had not been fulfilled!

Give her a chance.

Back in the village, the team committee is bustling with excitement!

"Yang Qingwen, what did I say at that time? Didn't I say that the food would be brought back? It's been three months, where is the food?"

"Just don't..."

"What now?"

…

Yang Xiaole raised his head and took one look, then didn't look at it again, and took Xizi directly back home.

When I got home, I took out the brown sugar and made a cup of brown sugar water.

The two started drinking there.

Just when the two of them rested for a while and were about to go out to join in the fun, Yang Guangzhi came back.

In her legs she held a thermos bottle and a few dishes, chopsticks, and dishes.

There are several sweet potatoes in the bowl.

He held a shovel at his waist.

Carrying a basket on his back.

Seeing the two men coming back, Yang Guangzhi put the things away and hurried over and said: "Hey, hurry up, go dig sweet potatoes in the fields!"

Hearing that, Xizi felt strange for a while: "Dad, what's wrong, are you so anxious?"

"Let's break up. Let's go about our own business from now on. Okay, stop talking and go to the fields quickly. Whoever digs it will get it!"

After saying that, he anxiously looked at the shovel and basket and prepared to go out.

Neither of them wanted to go out.

January is the coldest month in the east of the year.

Twenty degrees east of zero.

During the Chinese New Year, the problems are not as cold as that time!

Please wear a hat. The wind will blow for a while, and your ears will freeze to death.

But if Dad speaks, the two of them can follow him out, almost jogging along the way.

Not only they, but also the same situation exists in Zhuangzi.

Lively and lively.

Arriving at the sweet potato field, Yang Guangzhi found a place with few people nearby.

Use a shovel to shovel the snow on the surface, hurriedly shovel off the rotten sweet potato leaves, and dig directly.

But now that the soil is frozen, it’s not that easy to dig.

Fortunately, it is much easier to dig on the east side.

After a while, a bunch of sweet potatoes were dug out, smelling of wine and rot.

Sweet potatoes cannot be frozen, as they will rot as soon as they are frozen.

Yang Guangzhi frowned.

The good ones picked out were kept, and the rotten ones were thrown aside.

"He comes to dig, and the two of us dig."

Yang Xiaole saw that he had thrown away the rotten ones. He must have been holding out hope that the food would come back!

He casually asked Dong: "Dad, what did the captain say?"

Yang Guangzhi said while digging: "The captain said that he will rush for the food as soon as possible to see when it will come back. Let them dig the food by themselves and eat it themselves."

Yang Xiaole became bright red after hearing this. It is estimated that the captain knew something about the situation and was actually unsure about it.

But Master Zhang made a fortune and went to Chunsha Mountain to get the food back.

Of course, that was just his guess.

But what about Fu Bu Cong!

None of them are the same.

He ignored it and looked at the rotten sweet potatoes in the field. He was originally going to ask him to keep the rotten sweet potatoes, but in the end he didn't shut up.

There are sweet potatoes in my space!

So, while making lumps of soil, I secretly put some good sweet potatoes in while others were not paying attention.

Of course, he also collected the sweet potatoes that were quite rotten.

We originally planted dozens of acres of sweet potatoes, but after the autumn harvest at the end of September, there was no corn or wheat, and no one in the canteen came to dig the sweet potatoes for cooking.

Manpower is limited, so you can dig a little and use it.

Adding to the consumption of livestock by the team, there are now about ten acres of sweet potatoes that have not been harvested.

If the yield per mu is 3,000 jins, the maximum yield is 30,000 jins of sweet potatoes. Add in the frozen and rotten sweet potatoes, and the average per capita yield is only a few dozen jins of sweet potatoes.

Yang Xiaole looked at the ten acres of land surrounded by hundreds of people, densely packed.

It's like robbing money.

Looking at the discarded sweet potatoes, it is estimated that they will be dug out again in a few days and served as delicacies on the dining table again.

He's out of town, so he can't do anything about it.

There were also people in Bu Nao who felt that some of the sweet potatoes were rotten and not edible, so they collected the rotten sweet potatoes.

Those people all have one characteristic, which makes them more difficult.

For example, Erhu's former daughter-in-law, Sun Xiaoyue.

She has no labor force, so she is alone, picking rotten sweet potatoes and transporting them home bit by bit in a basket.

There are more and more people nearby, and we almost bump into each other.

When the digging was almost done, Yang Guangzhi stopped coming, gathered the sweet potatoes together, and kept an eye on them to prevent them from grabbing them.

Looking at Yang Xiaole and the two of them, they filled a basket of sweet potatoes and explained: "The two of us carried it back, and he was watching over there."

If two children were left there, Keke would be bullied.

It would be better if the eldest son is not here.

Yang Xiaole and Yang Xiaole nodded, endured the cold, and carried a basket home.

Press and weigh sweet potatoes.

One basket weighs dozens of kilograms.

Yang Xiaole pretended to be struggling to carry the things back home.

When I got home, I poured the sweet potatoes into the ground in the back room and rushed to Yongtuo.

Ye Yi made four trips, the last trip was brought back by Yang Guangzhi himself.

All in all, it weighs about 200 kilograms.

"Brother, it hurts!"
To be continued...