The matter of space must not be told to anyone, it is not that you don't believe in others, you don't believe in people's hearts, there is a conflict of interests, and it is easy to learn bad when you have money.

If you have money, you will want more, and if you don't have enough people, the story of Mr. Dongguo and the wolf is a good example.

Hundreds of millions of families fight for family property, and their families are divided, but the families that are rich are happy and harmonious.

But not everyone is like that, a kind of rice raises a hundred kinds of people, where people will be the same, they are all good people, of course the society is harmonious, and the world is peaceful!

There is no moon tonight, only a few small stars, and at night there are frogs crying in the fields all around, wah, wow, wow,

"Sister, let's hurry home and tell your mother, this good news, your mother is sad today."

After Ye Xingrong finished speaking, he seemed to be not tired or hungry, walking was windy, there was no wind in the hot air tonight, and Ye Zi behind him was very comfortable when he walked fast.

"Mm-hmm, hungry, I'm so hungry."

Ye Zi put her head next to her father's shoulder, and she wanted to sleep comfortably.

Ye Xingrong returned to the door of the house and saw that his wife and two sons were in the kitchen, and he hesitated when he wanted to enter, turned around and walked towards the small room where the grain was placed.

"Sister, let's release all the rice seeds first, and then let's go in and eat, so it's safer." Ye Xingrong looked around the alley, and saw that no one had walked this way, maybe everyone had gone home for dinner.

"Uh-huh, Dad is really thoughtful."

"Hehe, I'm not afraid that others will see it." Ye Xingrong pushed open the door of the rice seed room and gently lowered Ye Zi on his back to the ground.

Ye Zi stood on the ground and saw that there were things surrounding the grain, two of them were around, and the other was surrounded by peanuts.

Afraid that the rats will eat the grain, there are rice grains with rat poison not far away, or put some sweet potatoes under rat poison, and the farmers kill rats like this.

Ye Xingrong helped open the lid on the top of the surrounding millet, and the pile of rice in it was not very much, only a few loads.

Now there are five acres of land at home, and half an acre of peanuts are planted, because there is no scientific farming in the next few years, and in the following years, there are scientific and technological personnel who go to the countryside to guide and scientifically farm, and there are excellent seeds scientifically researched by the Agricultural Science Bureau, and the yield per mu has reached 1,000 catties and one acre of rice.

The yield per mu is not high, only six or seven hundred catties per mu, and the surplus grain is paid, which is barely enough for the whole family to eat.

Ye Zi silently thought out in his heart, and a few loads of rice seeds turned out on the rice pile.

Ye Xingrong poured down the rice in the bamboo basket, if he didn't pour the rice, there would be nothing to put in the rice tomorrow.

"Okay, sister, let's go out to eat first and tell your mother the good news, so that she won't be worried."

"Okay Dad."

Ye Xingrong picked up Ye Zi, walked out of the house and closed the door, and walked quickly to the kitchen.

In the kitchen, Ye Yao and his son had just finished cooking, and they were about to go out of the door to see the father and daughter come back, when they saw them enter the kitchen.

"You're back, the meal is ready, let's eat first."

"Mm-hmm, sister, let's wash our hands and eat."

Ye Xingrong helped Ye Zi and himself wash their hands, and then he walked to his wife with a smile and joy, holding her hand.

"You come out first."

"What's going on nerves?" Ye Yao didn't understand why her husband asked her to go out, and gave her husband a white look.

"Huh." Ye Xingrong was happy, seeing his wife's thin yellow cheeks because of perennial fatigue and not enough to eat, and he was a little distressed, all because he was not angry, and his wife and children were affected.

Ye Xingrong pushed open the wooden door of the rice house, pointed to the eight bamboo baskets, opened the lid around the grain, and said, "Wife, look." ”

Ye Yao looked at the eight bamboo baskets, and then looked at the rice seeds surrounding the millet, and saw more than half of the grain, and looked at her husband a little puzzled, and then looked at the rice.