Take Arada back to the past

Chapter 145, Disbandment

After leaving the school, the students went home in a mighty way.

In such a cold day, naturally no one would foolishly touch the water to cross the river, freezing to death.

Detour from the far bridge location.

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

"What are they doing? Running in the field this winter."

Someone asked strangely after seeing this scene.

Yang Xiaole knew what it was doing at a glance.

Find something to eat.

In some places, sweet potatoes are confiscated.

And in some places, the corn is not harvested directly. At this time, some germinated grains can still be found.

This is another production team.

People gradually separated on the road.

Yang Xiaole looked at the back of Zhang Liuer leaving, and thought that the fish he promised her before had not been fulfilled yet!
Give her the chance.

Back in the village, the team committee is very lively!

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

"that is……"

"What should we do now?"

……

Yang Xiaole just stretched out his head to take a look and then didn't look any further, and took Xizi back home.

Back home, I took out the brown sugar and made a glass of brown sugar water.

The two drank there.

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

Holding a thermos bottle in his hand, some bowls, chopsticks and plates.

There are several sweet potatoes in the bowl.

There is also a shovel tucked around his waist.

Carrying a basket on his back.

Seeing the two come back, Yang Guangzhi put down his things and hurriedly said, "Go, hurry up, go dig sweet potatoes in the field!"

Hearing this, Xizi felt strange for a while: "Father, what's the matter, are you in such a hurry?"

"The team is broken up, and we will live our own lives in the future. That's enough, let's go to the field quickly, and whoever digs it will own it!"

After finishing speaking, he anxiously looked at the shovel and basket and was about to go out.

Neither of them wanted to go out.

January is the coldest month of the year.

Twenty degrees below zero.

During the Chinese New Year, the problem is not as cold as this time!
If it weren't for wearing a hat, the wind would blow for a while, and the ears would be frozen.

But the old man spoke, and the two of them had no choice but to go out, almost jogging along the way.

Not only them, but also in Zhuangzi.

Lively.

When he came to the sweet potato field, Yang Guangzhi found a place where there were no people nearby.

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

But now it is frozen soil, it is not so easy to dig.

Fortunately, it is much easier to dig out the top and bottom.

After a while, a bunch of sweet potatoes were dug out, exuding the smell of wine and rot.

Sweet potatoes cannot be frozen, they will rot when frozen.

Yang Guangzhi frowned.

The good ones were picked from the inside and kept, while the rotten ones were thrown aside.

"I'll dig, you two dig."

Seeing that he threw away the rotten ones, Yang Xiaole guessed that his father still held hope in his heart that the food would come back!
He casually asked, "Father, what did the captain say?"

While digging, Yang Guangzhi said: "The captain said that he will rush the food as soon as possible to see when we can come back. Let us dig the food and eat it ourselves."

After listening to Yang Xiaole, she understood. It is estimated that the captain knew something about the situation, but he was actually not sure.

Director Zhang is also looking to see if he can get the food back by completing the task.

Of course, this is just his guess.

But no matter what!
It's all one result.

He didn't care about it, looking at the rotten sweet potatoes in the field, he was going to let him keep the rotten sweet potatoes, but he didn't say anything in the end.

There are sweet potatoes in my space!
So, while making soil bumps, while a few people were not paying attention, they quietly put some good sweet potatoes in.

Of course, he also put away the sweet potatoes that were not very rotten.

Originally, there were dozens of acres of sweet potatoes planted, but there was no corn and wheat after the autumn harvest at the end of September, so the people in the cafeteria came to dig sweet potatoes for cooking.

Manpower is limited, so we can only dig a little and use a little.

In addition to the consumption of the livestock on the team, there are only about ten mu of sweet potatoes left unharvested.

The yield per mu is [-] catties, and at most it can produce [-] catties of sweet potatoes, plus the frozen and rotten ones, one share per capita, and a maximum of tens of catties of sweet potatoes.

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

Like stealing money.

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

He doesn't care about this, and he can't control it.

However, some people felt that the sweet potato was only partially rotten, and it was still edible, so they put away the rotten sweet potato.

These people all have one characteristic, that is, they are relatively difficult.

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

She has no labor force, and she is alone, picking rotten sweet potatoes, and carrying a basket to deliver them home bit by bit.

There are more and more people nearby, almost bumping into one.

When the digging was almost done, Yang Guangzhi stopped and gathered the sweet potatoes together, keeping an eye on others so as not to grab them.

Seeing that Yang Xiaole and the two filled a basket of sweet potatoes, he confessed: "You two carry it back, and I'll watch it here."

If two children are left here, they may be bullied.

It's a pity that the eldest son is not here, otherwise it would be better.

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

Sweet potatoes are weighed.

A basket weighs several tens of kilograms.

Yang Xiaole pretended to be struggling to carry things and walked home.

When I got home, I poured the sweet potatoes into the field in the back room, and hurried back again.

A total of 4 trips were made, and the last trip was brought back by Yang Guangzhi himself.

Add it all together, about two hundred catties.

"Brother, it hurts!"

Xizi held her mouth, looked at her frozen red hands, and cried there.

It's around minus [-] degrees, and once your hands get wet, it's a troublesome thing, and it hurts people who are frozen.

Yang Guangzhi took the thermos bottle, poured some hot water and mixed some warm water.

"Wash first!"

After talking, I went to the kitchen to light a fire.

Yang Xiaole and the two washed their muddy hands with warm water.

After washing, the two came to the kitchen.

Yang Guangzhi was smoking dry tobacco and lighting a fire there, when he saw two people coming in, he said to them, "Come and enjoy the fire, you don't have to go to school tomorrow, and there is no food for you to go to school, you have also seen it, that's all."

After finishing speaking, he explained: "Later, boil some water to wash the sweet potatoes, then cut them and steam them to dry."

Yang Xiaole nodded.

It is estimated that starting today, few rural children go to school, and it happens that he doesn't have to go either.

And as long as the sweet potatoes have been frozen, there is no way to store them for too long.

To cut into strips as soon as possible cooked, air-dried.

There is no iron pot, and there is a water jar on the stove. This is the jar for corn noodles, and it is now used as a pot.

There is still some water in the tank.

It's just that there are gaps, and the kitchen is full of smoke, which is very eye-catching.

After the bottom fire was lit, Yang Guangzhi got up.

"You guys go to the fire, I'll fetch some water."

After finishing speaking, he went out with the bucket, came to the well and began to draw water to boil hot water to wash the sweet potatoes, and cut the sweet potatoes quickly by the way.

The small one is divided into two pieces, and the large one is divided into four pieces.

Fortunately, Yang Guangzhi came back with a kitchen knife.

Otherwise, there is no knife for cutting things.

Take out the wooden basin, pour it with clean water, and pour the hot water into it.

The three of them cleaned the muddy sweet potatoes there, while Yang Guangzhi sliced ​​the sweet potatoes washed by the two of them and put them in the wooden barrel next to them.

The two of Yang Xiaole came back after lunch, it was still early, but they were not hungry.

Cut the sweet potatoes and steam the sweet potatoes.

Yang Xiaole looked at the few firewood at the door, if he didn't go to get firewood, it might be gone in a few days.

Not only their family, but the whole village is like this.

The [-] catties of sweet potatoes were divided several times before it was steamed. If you were hungry, you would eat some sweet potatoes, and Yang Guangzhi didn't stop the two of them.

Eat it!

I don't know what's going on behind the scenes!

After a while, on the kang, on the top of the cabinet, on the dustpan, everything that could hold things was occupied by sweet potatoes.

In the middle of the night, Yang Guangzhi looked at Xizi who was dozing off and said, "Okay, don't do it, go to sleep, and I will fix the rest. The kang was hot when the pot was heated just now, and it's hot now! Go! Go!" "

Yang Xiaole deliberately told him not to do it, but after thinking about it, let it go.

(End of this chapter)