"Dad, but if there are too few reports, the commune may take away my captain's position!"

Wang Hongjun defended in embarrassment.

"What bullshit are you putting on!

Is the position of a captain more important than the lives of the villagers?

We're all from one clan.

Casually mention which family is not a relative of our family outside the house?

If you report it truthfully, what if the captain's position is lost?

As for the way you are now, everyone hates you!

Look at how long it has been rainless and what the fields are like.

If you look at this situation and the harvest will be lost in the second half of the year, aren't you in a hurry at all?

How long do you think those things in the mountain can support our village, how many things can there be on the top of the mountain less than 100 meters, and there are not even big beasts in it.

In winter, do you drink the northwest wind or eat snowflakes?

The old village chief Wang Haihua was so excited and angry that his face was red and his ears were red, and he almost lay down with his heart covered.

He had lived a hard life, and he had experienced disasters such as droughts, so he knew how crazy people would be when they got hungry.

Don't try to test your humanity with hunger.

Wang Hongjun didn't do it anymore, and sat on the ground casually: "Then what can I do?"

It doesn't rain, and I'm not a dragon king, so I can make it rain.

None of them work, can I do all the work alone?"

"Let me tell you, hurry up and let people plant a batch of sweet potatoes and potatoes now, otherwise if we continue like this, our village will starve to death sooner or later.

Also, secretly find some reliable ones and let them find a way to go to the mountains and plant some too.

By the way, if you dare to report the output higher in the next season, you don't need to do it in the village, I will beat you to death first. ”

The old village chief said, raised the wooden cane angrily, and knocked Wang Hongjun on the shoulder a few times.

The force is really not small, although it will not directly break his shoulder, but it will be swollen for a few days.

"Dad, you don't want to die.

If you go to the mountains to plant sweet potatoes or potatoes, if someone finds out, it will be a big crime, what is it called, what is it called, digging the corner of socialism!"

Wang Hongjun didn't care about the sticks his father hit on him at all, anyway, he had rough skin and thick meat, and it would be fine if it hurt for a few days.

What he feared was planting sweet potatoes in the mountains.

"You're afraid of a fart, if something happens, I'll bear it for you, anyway, I don't have a few years to live, so I should sacrifice my life for the clan.

What's more, don't you also say that the yield per mu reported by other villages is higher than yours, and how much better can their village be than ours?

Looking at the weather again, what good days can be in the second half of the year, I don't know what the chaos will be, and who cares about that.

As the patriarch of our family, we have always tried to let the clan live, and it is precisely because of this that we can always be the patriarch of this royal family.

In 42 years, not a few people in our village starved to death!

Now I don't allow people to starve to death, otherwise I will have the face to go down to see my father!"

What Wang Haihua said was magnificent, and his tone was very firm.

He doesn't care about any national policy, as long as he is the head of the Wang family for one day, then he can't let the people of his own clan starve to death?

Isn't the existence of clans to unite in difficult times?

Wang Hongjun really didn't dare not listen to his father's words at all, although he was still a little worried and worried, but under Wang Haihua's oppression, he found someone who was tight-mouthed and went to plant sweet potatoes in a secret canyon in the mountains.

Of course, sweet potatoes and potatoes have also begun to be planted in other vacant lots in the village.

Anyway, sweet potatoes and potatoes are good enough to fill up, aren't they?

As for the rice fields, the rivers are drying up, and they can't save them if they want to, so it's a waste of energy.

……

Wang Xinzheng, his brother Wang Tiezhu, and a group of other villagers were looking for something to eat on those hills that were only more than 100 meters high.

Their side is originally in the south, a plain area, and it is good to have a few small peaks.

Naturally, you can't be too demanding.

In addition, it is already the end of summer at this time, and although the mountains are not green and yellow, it is true that it is not the time for the autumn harvest, and the wild vegetables are also the most unpalatable.

So, there really isn't much to eat at this time.

Wang Xin and Wang Tiezhu searched for a while in the mountains, and then dug up some wild vegetables and picked some wild fruits.

Wang Xin couldn't name the wild fruit, but he heard his brother say that it was edible anyway, so he helped pick it.

"Ah, that's sour!"

When Wang Xin picked wild fruits, he thought that he had never eaten fruit since he came here, so he pinched one and put it in his mouth while picking.

Looking at the light red longan-sized fruit, it is not as sweet as expected, but has a very strong sour and astringent taste, and the only thing that is commendable is that the moisture is indeed quite sufficient.

As soon as he bit down, Wang Xin felt that his teeth were about to be sour, and his mouth was overflowing with saliva.

"Hahaha, sour!

Why don't you have any memory at all, didn't you just get cried last year?"

Wang Tiezhu said a little funny, and then grabbed a small handful of small berries the size of soybean grains from the bamboo basket he was carrying, and stuffed them into Wang Xin's mouth to fill his mouth.

Although the berry taste is not particularly sweet, it is already sweet compared to the sour fruit just now.

Such a comparison feels very sweet.

"Brother, what is this? Why is it so sour!"

Wang Xin's current appearance is much better than two months ago, at least not skinny, this is still the result of his best restraint and not daring to eat more.

There was a fat man in the group of thin people, not the fat kind of puffy one, it was too eye-catching, so he had to restrain himself from eating less.

But even so, he looked much better than he did two months ago, and there were few people in the whole village who looked healthier than him.

There were even people around who were already muttering, muttering whether their family had secretly gotten some source of rice and noodles.

So Wang Xin's appearance of frowning and covering his teeth now is not ugly.

"It's called sour fruit, but it's sour!

This is to be harvested back and squeezed some juice to make sour vinegar. ”

Wang Tiezhu explained, while continuing to compete with the people around him to pick the berries on the edge.

This fruit is the only one that is still sweet in the surrounding mountains, so there are many people who grab it.

Wang Xin knew that it might be used to make fruit vinegar, so he didn't continue to ask, but helped on the side.

In the end, I was thinking about how to help the family get something to eat, or rather, how to make the family accept that they could get food?

Because he knew very well that their family really didn't have much to eat.