Take Arada back to the past

Chapter 146, here we come, there must be something to gain.

Before going to bed, Yang Xiaole found an opportunity to quietly enter the space.

Compared with the temperature outside, the space feels warm and very comfortable at this time.

Then began to look up the space.

In three months, the grain was harvested ten times, and the usual plantings were divided into two parts of sweet potatoes, one part of wheat and two parts of corn on the slopes.

A total of about 400 catties of sweet potatoes, more than [-] catties of wheat and thousands of catties of corn were harvested.

Eggs, these days, about [-] eggs a day, removed and sold to Lin Kun several times, and there are still about [-] catties left.

It was the pig that gave him the most headache.

In the thatched hut were piled up about [-] big fat pigs that had been decomposed, each weighing about four to five hundred catties.

He put wooden stakes on the open space near the hut to make a shelf, and hung them to make bacon.

There are too many of them.

For three months, fifteen piglets came down from each litter.

There are seventeen big fat pigs in the pigsty.

Two breeding pigs, fifteen "little piglets" weighing more than 300 catties.

The thatched hut was originally not very big, only a few dozen square meters, but now it is so full that it reaches the roof.

This is still the result of being controlled by him.

As for the money, there is not much, only a thousand dollars.

He went to the city to buy jade for the rest.

Every time it spreads to a range of one meter, the jade consumption is three times that of the previous one, and now it has spread to about five meters.

As for strength, it has reached a strength of about 160 catties.

This strength is already the strength of rural adults.

He has never dared to reveal it.

Alright, now that I have this strength, I will go out and beat people up in the future, so I don't need to hide and sneak attack anymore.

Collect the eggs of chickens, ducks and geese.

As for the big fat pig, it can only continue to be raised.

The pair of breeding pigs weighing more than 1000 catties were isolated by him, fearing that they would have no place to pretend to be born again.

And the space was messed up by him.

Almost nowhere to go.

After packing up his things, he quietly left the space.

Looking at Yang Guangzhi who was still quietly making sweet potatoes, he sighed, Dad, don't do it, we already have enough food and clothing.

But just say this in your heart.

Seeing him come back, Yang Guangzhi urged: "It's getting late, go to bed quickly. Tomorrow we have to go into the mountains to collect some firewood."

There was no more firewood nearby.

They were all chopped up.

Although there is not much firewood in the house, it has never been cut off, because the firewood from the kang at home was brought back when making those things.

Of course, it won't work in the future, whoever uses it will cut it.

Yang Xiaole nodded, and asked, "Should I just use a load to pick it up? Would it be too dangerous? Don't burn firewood, go to the county town tomorrow to fetch some coal and burn it."

In fact, the rural areas around the outskirts of Beijing also have coal rations.

less than in the city.

But a few tons of coal in a winter is not very useful. Basically, no one in the countryside burns coal. It has become a habit to collect firewood and burn kang.

Gradually people have forgotten that there is a matter of coal quantification.

Yang Guangzhi shook his head straight away: "What kind of coal are you burning! Wouldn't it be enough to get some firewood for a while? That's enough, go to bed quickly."

Coal burning in rural areas?

Is this a rush of money?

Seeing his expression, Yang Xiaole shrugged and went back to the room at the father's side.

Only the big room here has a kang, and the room opposite where he used to live did not have a kang, and the whole family huddled around a kang in winter.

I've gotten used to it over the years.

Xizi was already asleep when she got into bed.

In winter, the warm quilt still feels comfortable!
In the past three months at school, the ground was covered with corn stalks and straw, and quilts were spread on it, and the four of them slept together.

Barely came over.

Lying on the bed, he fell asleep in a daze.

……

Woke up early the next morning.

It was still warm under the quilt, it must be that the old man added some firewood in the middle of the night.

Yang Guangzhi didn't know when he got up.

Seeing the two get up, Yang Guangzhi said to them: "Let's go, go get some firewood first, if it snows heavily later, it will be troublesome."

The two nodded, put on their clothes and went out.

Holding a piece of sweet potato cooked in the morning in his hand, he stuffed it warmly into the belly of the cotton-padded jacket.

Close the door, take the kitchen knife and rope, and a few people went out.

After coming out, many people are dressed in the same way.

Old padded jackets, old dog fur hats and gloves, steaming from their mouths, walked towards the mountains together.

"Hey, Hiroshi, I was looking for you!"

Not long after he came out, he saw Yang Qingwu taking his wife and children out.

Yang Guangzhi stopped: "What's the matter? Are you going out to collect firewood?"

"Well, let's go together."

After speaking, he took the lead and walked in the direction of the mountain.

The road that was walked out on the road was very slippery. Although it was no longer snowing, the temperature was very low and it was frozen directly.

If it was in previous years, it would be just after the slack season ended, and before it snowed, they would go out to collect firewood and prepare things for the winter.

This is the first time to go in the snow in this winter!

Sun Yulan followed the two men.

Yang Wendong and Yang Xiaole were together, and they usually slept in the same quilt when they were in school.

The relationship is naturally very good.

Yang Xiaole thought for a while, and asked him, "Dongzi, have you lost all the rotten sweet potatoes you dig?"

"Yeah, how do you eat the rotten ones? My uncle said that the food in the commune will come down after a while, just keep it up for a while."

Yang Wendong was still talking innocently there.

Yang Xiaole thought for a while, and then said: "The rotten ones are still edible. If you peel off the rotten ones and cook the rest, why can't you make sweet potatoes?"

The time for storing sweet potatoes in winter has passed, so they can only be made into dried sweet potatoes.

Can you eat it too?

He has never been short of food, and for the first time he felt that it was a pity to discard rotten sweet potatoes.

Yang Wendong said, "That's right."

It doesn't really matter that much in words.

The main thing is to hold great hope for resale grain.

High requisition, high rebates, and you can eat several times more food than before without spending money. Who is not happy about this!

Seeing this, Yang Xiaole thought for a while, and finally said nothing.

It is estimated that everyone has this mentality now, because they still have great trust in the brigade commune.

What they said, could it be false?

At this time, other production teams were also looking for grain there. The corn here was confiscated, and people were looking for germinated corn inside.

There is a vast expanse of whiteness everywhere on the road.

After more than an hour, everyone came to the side of the mountain.

The surrounding hills are already bare, leaving only a pile of weeds and small shrubs.

Seeing a large group of people enter the mountain, Yang Guangzhi's heart sank, how can they collect firewood if this continues!

But there is no way, we still have to fight, otherwise the winter will be sad.

"Xiao Le, let's look around and see if we can find firewood? Let's cut down trees!"

After Yang Guangzhi explained, he went to work with Yang Qingwen.

Cutting trees is naturally not cutting down big trees, but cutting down small trees that are as thick as the mouth of a bowl.

You have to move fast.

Otherwise, if you can't get it, you have to go to the deep mountains to do it. There are wolves in danger, and it is difficult to get firewood out of it.

Fortunately, Yang Qingwu actually carried an axe.

With an axe, you can chop down a tree, otherwise you can only find a branch to chop it down, and it will hurt the kitchen knife.

Two men took turns cutting down the tree.

The three of Yang Xiaole looked at people everywhere, and felt that the hope of picking up firewood was completely slim.

Not to mention firewood.

It is estimated that the shorter tree branches cannot be seen.

Yang Xiaole confessed to Xizi: "You guys stay here, I'll go over there to see if I can get anything, don't come here."

After finishing speaking, he walked towards the distance.

"Hey, Xiao Le, don't run away."

Yang Guangzhi looked at him and shouted at him.

With so many people here, he wasn't worried about any major incidents, so he just explained briefly.

"Know it!"

Yang Xiaole said hello and walked towards the distant woods.

There are footprints everywhere on the hillside. I wanted to see if I could get some rabbits to show off, but now it seems that there is no hope.

They are all like locusts, no grass grows wherever they pass.

Nothing good remained.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang..."

Everywhere there was the sound of chopping and breaking branches, and the sound of people talking.

After thinking about it for a while, he finally walked back with the fat rabbit in his hand.

As for how to catch it, he doesn't care!

Come here, there must be something to gain!
After returning, several people were surprised to see the rabbit in his hand.

Yang Guangzhi was chopping trees when he saw the rabbit stop and said, "The rabbit you brought? Did you catch it here?"

"Ang, yes, I found one in the grass of a snowdrift."

"Then you're lucky. Pack it up, don't run away, there's enough for a meal!"

Yang Qingwu said with a smile.

He didn't suspect anything, it was normal to have rabbits in the mountains, but he just got curious when he caught them.

Xizi looked at the lively rabbit in his hand with bright eyes.

Look around for bark and tie the rabbit up.

After that, Yang Xiaole didn't run around anymore, because he felt that the old cotton shoes under his feet might be a little wet.

Changing shoes is too conspicuous now.

"Hey, Xiao Le, how do you burn the rabbit when you go back?"

Yang Wendong looked at the rabbit, drooling.

After the autumn harvest until now, he hasn't seen meat dishes for nearly a month, and he is also extremely greedy at this time.

"My brother caught it."

Before he could speak, Xizi was reluctant.

The rabbit is so big, it is not enough to eat by itself!

Yang Wendong pouted now, "I know it was your brother who caught me, why don't I just ask!"

After speaking, he left unwillingly.

When it was almost noon, the few people closed the booth.

There are corn stalks and corn cobs for the fire, and these are chopped for the firewood used to burn the kang in winter.

This is not something that can be done in a day or two.

Yang Guangzhi and Yang Qingwen each carried about 100 catties of firewood, and Sun Yulan also carried more than [-] catties. Rural women are no worse than men.

And Yang Xiaole and the three of them also recited some.

Facing the dim sunlight, I walked towards my house. It wasn't that it was going to rain, but that in winter, sandstorms would block the sunlight every now and then.

The air is turbid.

(End of this chapter)