Farmers in the courtyard

Chapter 233 Chapter 234: Delivering food at night

After sleeping until midnight, Wang Zhendong woke up and put the two little babies, Xiaowu and Xiaojiu, who were holding him, into Wen Yiqiu's arms.

Wen Yiqiu also woke up because of this, looked at Wang Zhendong with squinted eyes, and then hugged his son and daughter into his arms.

"Going to Pigeon Market again tonight?"

Wen Yiqiu closed his eyes and asked, and Wang Zhendong replied softly: "Well, let's go help the people in the yard get some food."

After saying that, Wang Zhendong got out of bed quietly, while Wen Yiqiu had fallen asleep again.

She has no memory of being hungry at all, so she cannot empathize with him.

I only know that people are everywhere looking for food recently, but with Wang Zhendong in the Wang family, they don’t have to worry about eating and drinking at all, and they eat very well.

It's the season, and she doesn't know where Wang Zhendong got the water spinach. The fresh and tender ones are her favorite.

Wang Zhendong quietly walked out of the door. Not far outside the door, he saw a figure, He Hu.

The two of them had a mutual connection, so there was no misunderstanding between them.

"I'll go out for a while and you can stare at me for a while."

Wang Zhendong said to He Hu, and He Hu nodded and responded. He just came here just to keep an eye on him, knowing that Wang Zhendong was going out.

Wang Zhendong is at home at night, so he doesn't have to work night shift, but when Wang Zhendong is away, he must guard the Wang family.

This is also what Wang Zhendong confessed, and there must be no slacking off at all.

These days, it’s not about whether there are enemies or not, but when you don’t have enough to eat, anything can happen to anyone.

The two German shepherds waggled their tails at Wang Zhendong, but they didn't make a single sound. They were very smart.

After Wang Zhendong left, He Hu took two dogs and began to patrol around.

Wang Zhendong didn't drive the car at the door. He didn't want the sound of starting the car to wake anyone up. Instead, he took out another car from the space after moving away.

It was the intact Willys Jeep in the space at the beginning. It was convertible without a roof and drove well. Although the temperature was very low in this season, it was not that cold yet.

There is no wind, which is much better, unless it snows heavily, but it seems that the snow will not come early this year. Maybe it will be like last year, there will be no snow.

He didn't go to any pigeon market. He had been there many times in the past year. It was just like that, nothing new.

Heading directly to the courtyard, the car was filled with some small bags, including more than ten kilograms of cornmeal, and two sacks of sweet potatoes.

Sweet potatoes are also produced in space, and he stored a lot of them in the static space.

He also plans to go into the space to make some sweet potato vermicelli for his family to eat when he has time.

At night these days, there were more and more militiamen. Wang Zhendong was stopped when he entered the city. He took out a certificate before he was let go.

Of course, the contents of the car were also checked, and seeing that they were all food, the militiamen could understand.

After Wang Zhendong's car was far away, several militiamen started chatting.

"This person looks like he got the food from the countryside..."

"Probably, with such an identity, you don't even get to eat."

"My house is full of corn mush every day, as thin as water, ugh..."

"Don't you save the wowotou and bring it back every day?"

"I gave it to my parents. They are not in good health..."

……

Wang Zhendong was in front of the courtyard. As soon as he stopped the car, several people came out of the courtyard, all waiting.

Afterwards, everyone helped to carry the bags of food from the car to the yard without saying a word or making a single sound, just like thieves.

When Wang Zhendong saw this, he felt sad in his heart. Without truly experiencing famine, he would not be able to feel what this scene was like.

This is still the Forty-Nine City!

He often wanted to visit the countryside now, but he gave up many times. He didn't dare to go because he didn't want to see too much.

He didn't want to bear too much of the weight of the times, as it would make him uncomfortable.

Even though he has a golden finger, he is as small as an ant in the face of the big era. His millions of tons of grain a year seem to be a drop in the bucket and have little impact on this era.

He didn't know what the problem was, and he didn't want to know.

All he could do was feel helpless and sigh. There wasn't much he could do, and he couldn't change anything.

Under the general trend, it is so vast that no matter how strong an individual is, he will eventually be like dust.

This is reality. Sometimes he also wants to be like in some fan novels, where a few technologies and a few contributions can change the living conditions of hundreds of millions of people.

Then everyone was happy and he accomplished great things.

Unfortunately, reality is reality after all, and personal power cannot change anything. Even if it can be reversed, it will not happen overnight.

Just like the technologies he came up with, some are still under research and it is impossible to make rapid progress in a short period of time.

This takes time.

Production capacity is one aspect, and the industrial chain is also the most critical. It takes time to build a weak industrial base from scratch.

The prosperity of Western agriculture is based on a strong industrial foundation.

There is no strong industry, and there are not even a few water pumps to fight drought, let alone digging wells everywhere.

Drilling a well requires more machinery and involves more things.

How many well-drilling equipment are there in such a large area of ​​drought?

So, very helpless.

The development of agriculture requires the assistance of all aspects of industrial and chemical industry to truly get rid of the situation of relying on the weather for food.

The construction of the major third line and the small third line in the near future will further delay this process.

Only in the 1980s and 1990s did we still have enough to eat.

Entering the courtyard, Wang Zhendong began to distribute food to each family, Liu Haizhong held the scale pole, and Yan Bugui settled the accounts.

After the cornmeal is processed, there are sweet potatoes. Qin Huairu likes sweet potatoes very much. They are cheap and both her son and daughter like to eat them.

Holding a big bag, he started to pick it up. Seeing Qin Huairu like this, Jia Zhang was also helping, and the others immediately started to move.

Two sacks of sweet potatoes were divided up in a blink of an eye.

Then came the settlement, which was handled by Yan Bugui, and Wang Zhendong was also cleared.

Not long after, Yan Bugui came to Wang Zhendong with money and account books, and the two of them also entered the house and started to do the accounting.

One-cent, two-five-cent coins, and dime-and-twenty banknotes piled on the table look like a lot, but they are not much.

Wang Zhendong was not interested either, but he had to accept the money, so he pretended to be serious and counted the money against Yan Bugui.

After everything was done, the courtyard was already quiet, and Yan Bugui went back to sleep contentedly. He didn't have to worry about not having anything to eat. Yan Bugui could have a good sleep tonight.

Wang Zhendong did not rush back immediately. Instead, he sat in the house and burned the stove. He planned to go back in the morning, but he couldn't sleep now anyway.

If I wake up my family, I might as well drink tea here and then go back into the space to work on building the wooden house in my hometown.

But just when he was boiling the water and making a cup of tea, Silly Zhu came over.

Wang Zhendong looked at Silly Zhu, a little strange. This guy was not short of food, and he was not allowed to buy food. He had never seen this guy before. Why did he come to him if he stayed up in the middle of the night?

"Brother Dong, make me a cup too. Your tea is delicious."

Silly Zhu grinned, and Wang Zhendong asked: "You stayed up in the middle of the night just to have a cup of tea by blowing me up?"

After all, Wang Zhendong got a cup for Sha Zhu and made a cup of tea.

Silly Zhu sat down, took out a pack of cigarettes and handed one to Wang Zhendong, and he lit one himself.

"Brother Dong, I was woken up by you guys. When I saw the lights on your side were on, I came over to have a chat with you..."

Wang Zhendong smiled, lit his cigarette and blew out the smoke.

(End of this chapter)