The village she saw was miserable, a little better than the ruins, but she was still deeply shocked by the low and simple houses that far exceeded the shantytown-like houses.

Feng Hua had never seen the victims around the battlefield in his previous life, was this the case?

She wants to do her best to ensure that the lives of these people are not too miserable within the scope of ensuring her own safety.

"How many do we have?" Sun Ziyue was also shocked by this breath, and turned his head in a daze and asked his uncle, he really didn't know how much.

Qi Mingwei still didn't believe it, this young man's age was not at all like a person who could make such a big decision, hearing her arrogant tone, coupled with the character attribute of coming to the battlefield to "have a long insight", he didn't believe it even more.

But this did not prevent him from answering the question: "How much do you want..."Qi Mingwei was also arrogant~ and then said with a smile: "Every household now has three or four hundred catties, and there are 87 families left behind in our village, and the salted fish is about 25,000 to 35,000 catties." ”

The fishermen don't have food to eat, so don't they collect more fish? But fish are not so easy to collect, he just said it simply, the real situation is not that there are a large number of fish after every artillery battle, and the fish are not stupid, knowing that there is danger here, they still come here? Only by catching up with the artillery battle in the bay and driving them here.

Therefore, the life of the fishermen is not easy, they can not eat fish with their bellies open every day, and they are unlucky to only be able to pick up a few fish in two or three artillery battles. But in the past two years, I have accumulated a lot of .....

This amount was also expected by Feng Hua, she had swept it with her mental power before~ Otherwise, she would really be surprised.

Feng Hua was a little embarrassed: "So many..."It's okay to pit a little dad, pit him tens of thousands of catties of grain, and people have to wonder what kind of dad she is! You have to get to the bottom of it.

The 10 tons of grain before and the 50 tons promised to go out yesterday are not counted, they came under the guise of supporting the front line under the guise of being public-to-business, but no one would think about it, but she felt that her father was highly conscious. Now tens of thousands of catties of public and private are not good.

The excuse of collecting the fish is fine, but it has to be negotiated by her father to make it seem real, where can she find such a father?

Bao Yuan forget it, let's set things within the scope that she can operate as a ninth-generation single transmission.

"More than 20,000 catties is too much, I can only collect 5,000 catties of salted fish on behalf of my father." Feng Hua said.

This affirmative sentence made Qi Mingwei stunned.

Sun Ziyue is very happy, this is a lot, distributed to 87 households, each family can get more than 170 catties of food, enough for them to spend this year!

"Done! That's it! Sun Ziyue slapped the table and set.

Qi Mingwei looked at Sun Ziyue in a daze, why did he decide? So it's settled?

"What's settled?" Sun Meiqin made lunch and came over to greet everyone, just when she heard this.

"Fang Hua wants to exchange corn for salted fish with the villagers, and 3 catties of corn for a catty of salted fish. The exchange of 5,000 catties of salted fish was preliminarily set. Sun Ziyue said happily.

"What?" Sun Meiqin also looked at them in disbelief, but her expression was saying: What are you kidding?

"No kidding! This is what Fang Hua said! Our Fang Hua..."Feng Hua glanced at Sun Ziyue, and Sun Ziyue immediately swallowed back the "Nine Generations Single Biography", forget it, this matter seems to be difficult to publicize.

"Anyway, you have to wait." Sun Ziyue said to his aunt and uncle, and asked Feng Hua: "When will the grain arrive?" With the next batch of spices? ”

Feng Hua nodded: "I'll take a telegram when I go back." ”

"What spice?" Qi Mingwei came back to his senses and asked.

Sun Ziyue looked at Feng Hua's expression, and didn't find any hints or unhappiness, so he simply told Feng Hua about trading 10,000 catties of spices and 10 tons of grain.

As soon as Qi Mingwei and Sun Meiqin heard that 10 tons of grain were the base, and there might be forty or fifty tons after that, they were immediately excited and completely believed Feng Hua's words. I didn't eat anymore, and I went door to door with a red face to inform that the fish had been collected.

Feng Hua didn't need to sweep with mental power, he could know that the whole village was boiling, and there were surprises one after another.

"Let's go!" Feng Hua pulled his grandson Yue and said, "Leave a note for your aunt and uncle, just say that I am in a hurry to go back and shoot a telegram." Let's hurry up, if we don't leave, we won't be able to leave today. She had already seen someone running towards here excitedly, as if they wanted to see Feng Hua with their own eyes and ask if it was true or not.

And in the blink of an eye, there are several more such people. Feng Hua can imagine that the picture of being surrounded by these people must not be funny.

She didn't need to give them reassurance, just let them worry for three days.

"Oh, let's go." Sun Ziyue didn't feel that there was anything wrong with being surrounded and asked, but he felt that he enjoyed it... But seeing that Feng Hua was unwilling, he had no choice but to follow Feng Hua.

The two of them did not go to the front gate, but walked to the back and ran away on their bicycles.

Feng Hua was in front, Sun Ziyue was behind, and rode all the way to the sea...... By the time Sun Ziyue found out, the sea was already in sight.

“...... You deliberately .....," Sun Ziyue said, looking at the murky sea and the potholed shore.

"Not stupid." Feng Hua praised him with a smile.

Sun Ziyue...... No, he's so stupid. A local actually let a foreigner lead him astray without knowing it, and he had to see the sea to know.

Feng Hua looked at the shore, he was lucky today, there was a layer of dead fish floating on the beach, Feng Hua hurriedly walked over, picked some faint ones that were not dead, and put them in the cloth bag he took out of his backpack.

"No, you.... You really want it! Sun Ziyue said incredulously: "Your family... Is your dad particularly incorruptible? "It's the kind of person who has the right and money, but he donates it all and eats bran for his family.

But looking at Feng Hua's outfit, he didn't feel like it. Those kinds of people wear patches.

"Let's play." Feng Hua said casually, not explaining much. She wants to collect some sea fish into the space to breed! However, seawater is a trouble, she has no space, and it is not convenient to replace it in the future, so it seems that she can only hope for the miraculous well water.

However, for the sake of safety, Feng Hua still poured out a few large vats and filled them with seawater. Filling the water is relatively simple, she just needs to put her hand in the sea and imagine it going into the tank.

As for the live fish, the small ones are directly controlled by their minds at close range, but the big ones need to be touched by their hands to collect them into the space, which is more troublesome than her taking out living creatures from the space, and it seems that she is not easy to control if she has not raised them.

Feng Hua has already discovered that the living creatures in the space are more spiritual in front of her, and she understands her meaning more and more, she wants them to go east, but they dare not go west.

"Almost, let's go." Sun Ziyue looked at Feng Hua, who had already picked up a triangular pocket of fish, and said anxiously.

"Nine Generations of Single Biography" can't die in his hands, he understands this truth better!

Feng Hua saw that someone was already coming towards the sea, as if he was going to pick up fish, and clapped his hands regretfully, her species had not been confiscated, but today it can only be like this.