If you don't work hard to farm, you can only be a wealthy young grandmother

Chapter 295

After all, the results of the autumn harvest this time are clearly under their noses. The villagers in the village will no longer be short of food this year.

What the leaders promised before has to be put on the agenda.

Xiejia Village.

The farmland did not stop because it was too late, and the weather changed again in the afternoon, and the experienced old people said that there would be heavy rain soon, so the whole village rushed to harvest tonight, and changed shifts to rest in the first half of the night and the second half of the night. Be sure to collect all the rice in the field as quickly as possible.

As long as you put it away first, you don’t have to worry about the heavy rain. You just need to wait for the rainstorm to get out all the millet and dry it in the sun.

This is better than grains of rice washed down in the field by heavy rain, and not many can be picked up. What a pity, isn't it?

Xie Nanbei came back in a tractor, and of course the people in the field heard the booming sound immediately:

"The captain is back!" Someone shouted.

When Xie Nanbei came over, someone stepped forward and asked:

"Captain, have we finished paying this year's rations?"

"It's still one car short, and it will be over tomorrow."

The villagers all laughed:

"Captain, the leaders of the commune and the people at the grain station don't dare to give us Xiejia Village any more embarrassment, right?"

Xie Nanbei coughed:

"Just know it in your heart, why say it? What if the leader is here?"

How bad does that sound?
"Moreover, the past was the past, and the present is the present. It is true that the tasks of our village were not completed well before, and it is normal for the leaders to have opinions."

The villagers could also listen to Xie Nanbei's words:
"Yes, yes, the captain is right, just listen to the captain."

But what everyone thinks in their hearts is beyond human control.

However, I am afraid that after this time, the weight of Xiejia Village will be several steps higher than before.

At least, no one will look down on Xiejia Village as much as before.

"See girl Yan?"

"Xiao Xie educated youth, it's in the field on the other side."

Xie Nanbei nodded:
"Success, then I'll go find her, everyone wants to continue working."

When Xie Nanbei found Xie Yan, Xie Yan was squatting in the field, almost unable to lift the hand wielding the sickle.

"Yan girl!"

"Third dad?"

Throwing the sickle in my hand, I couldn't help thinking: Third Dad, you are finally here!
Xie Nanbei didn't come, he couldn't find a reason, and he didn't dare to be lazy.

Fortunately, fortunately, Xie Nanbei came.

As long as Xie Nanbei comes, something will happen.

"Girl, come on, come on, let me tell you something."

Xie Yan went from the field to the ridge, her feet were flying fast, wishing she could leave here immediately.

"Third Dad, what's the matter?"

Xie Yan has been in the field before dawn for the past few days, and she really doesn't know what happened in the village.

However, the smile on the third father's face can hardly be suppressed, it must not be a bad thing.

The uncle and nephew stood in the open space not far away, Xie Yan listened to Xie Nanbei's rambling, and her tone was quite excited.

"Yan Yan, you don't know that our village not only handed in the public grain in advance this year, but also paid it in accordance with the standard. We absolutely don't owe a grain of grain."

"That's pretty good."

"Yeah, but it's not important. The most important thing is, apart from the public food we handed in, what are we going to do with the rest?"

The warehouse in the village is only that big, and it is because it can't hold all the millet that Xiejia Village's public grain for this year will be handed over in advance.

The public grain handed in accounted for about one-third of the total harvest, but there were still more than two-thirds left.

(End of this chapter)