Out of school, the students went home.

On such a cold day, naturally no one will be stupid enough to cross the river and freeze to death.

Take a detour from the location of the bridge in the distance.

When I crossed the bridge and came to the embankment, I saw a group of people groping for something in the farmland.

"What are they doing? This big winter running in the field. ”

Someone saw this scene and asked strangely.

Yang Xiaole knew what he was doing at a glance.

Find something to eat.

In some places, sweet potatoes are confiscated.

And in some places, the corn is not harvested, and at this time, you can still find some sprouted grain.

This is another production team.

On the way, the crowd gradually separated.

Yang Xiaole looked at the back of Zhang Liu'er leaving, and thought that the fish she promised her before had not been fulfilled so far!

Opportunity to her.

Back in the village, the team committee is very lively!

"Yang Qingwen, what did you say at the time? Don't say that the grain will be pulled back? It's been three months, and what about the grain? ”

"It's ......"

"What now?"

……

Yang Xiaole just stretched out his head to take a look and didn't look at it anymore, and returned home directly with Xizi.

When I got home, I took out the brown sugar and made a glass of brown sugar water.

The two drank there.

Just when the two rested for a while and were about to go out to join in the fun, Yang Guangzhi came back.

Holding a thermos in his hand, a few dishes, chopsticks and plates.

There are a few sweet potatoes in the bowl.

He also had a shovel in his waist.

Carrying a basket on his back.

Seeing the two coming back, Yang Guangzhi put down his things and hurriedly said, "Go, hurry, go to the field to dig sweet potatoes!" ”

Hearing this, Xizi was strange for a while: "Dad, what's wrong, so anxious?" ”

"Disperse, each will have its own way in the future, okay, don't say it, hurry up to the field, whoever digs it will be whoever!"

After saying that, he anxiously looked at the shovel and basket and prepared to go out.

Neither was willing to go out.

January, it was the coldest month of the year.

-20 degrees Celsius.

The problem is not as cold as this time during the Chinese New Year!

If you hadn't worn a hat, your ears would have frozen out after a while of the wind.

But Daddy spoke, and the two could only follow out, almost trotting along the way.

Not only them, but also in Zhuangzi.

It's hilarious.

Coming to the sweet potato field, Yang Guangzhi found a place where there were no people nearby.

Use a shovel to shovel away the snow on it, hurriedly shovel off the rotten sweet potato leaves, and dig directly.

But now it's frozen ground, and it's not so easy to dig.

Fortunately, it is much easier to dig up the top and bottom.

After a while, a bunch of sweet potatoes was dug up, which smelled of wine and rotten.

Sweet potatoes can't be frozen, they will rot as soon as they are frozen.

Yang Guangzhi frowned.

I picked the ones out of it and left them behind, and the rotten ones were thrown aside.

"I'll dig it, you two pickpockets."

Yang Xiaole saw that he threw away the rotten ones, and it is estimated that his father still has hope for the food to come back!

casually asked, "Dad, what did the captain say?" ”

Yang Guangzhi said while digging: "The captain said that he will urge the grain as soon as possible to see when he can come back." Let's dig our own food and go back to eat it ourselves. ”

Yang Xiaole understood after listening to it, it is estimated that the captain knows some information, and he is actually bottomless in his heart.

And Director Zhang is also looking to see if he can get the food back by completing the task.

Of course, this is just his guess.

But no matter what!

It's all a result.

didn't care, looked at the rotten sweet potatoes in the field, and was going to let him leave the rotten sweet potatoes, but in the end he didn't speak.

I have sweet potatoes in my space!

So, while making lumps, while taking advantage of the fact that a few people were not paying attention, quietly put some good sweet potatoes into it.

Of course, the sweet potatoes that were not very rotten were naturally put away by him.

Originally, about dozens of acres of sweet potatoes were planted, but after the autumn harvest at the end of September, there was no corn and wheat, and the people in the canteen came to dig sweet potatoes for cooking.

Manpower is limited, so I can only dig a little and use a little.

Coupled with the consumption of livestock on the team, only about ten acres of sweet potatoes have not been harvested.

The yield per mu is 3,000 catties, and the maximum yield is 30,000 catties of sweet potatoes, plus the frozen rotten, one cent per capita, and a maximum of dozens of catties of sweet potatoes.

Yang Xiaole looked at the ten acres of land surrounded by hundreds of people, densely packed.

It's the same as grabbing money.

Looking at the discarded sweet potatoes, it is estimated that in a few days these things will be turned back and served back on the table as a delicacy.

He doesn't care about this, and he can't care about it.

However, some people feel that the sweet potato is only partially rotten, and it can still be eaten, so they put away the rotten sweet potato.

These people all have one characteristic, that is, they are more difficult.

For example, Erhu's former daughter-in-law, Sun Xiaoyue.

She has no labor, so she is alone, picking rotten sweet potatoes and carrying baskets to deliver them to her home little by little.

There were more and more people in the neighborhood, and I almost ran into a piece.

When the digging was almost done, Yang Guangzhi stopped, gathered the sweet potatoes together, and kept an eye on others and didn't come over to grab them.

Looking at Yang Xiaole and the two of them filling a basket of sweet potatoes, he explained: "You two carry it back, I'm here to watch." ”

If you leave two children here, you risk being bullied.

It's a pity that the eldest son is not here, otherwise it would have been better.

Yang Xiaole and the two nodded, and after enduring the cold, the two carried a basket home.

Sweet potato weighing.

A basket weighs dozens of pounds.

Yang Xiaole pretended to be struggling to carry things home.

When I got home, I poured the sweet potatoes into the field in the back room and hurried back.

ran a total of 4 times, and the last trip was brought back by Yang Guangzhi himself.

Added together, there is about 200 catties.

"Brother, it hurts!"

Kiko held her mouth and looked at her frozen-red hands, crying there.

At about minus 20 degrees, once the hands are wet, it is a troublesome thing, and the person who freezes hurts.

Yang Guangzhi took the thermos, poured some hot water and mixed it with some warm water.

"Wash first!"

After that, I went to the kitchen and lit a fire.

Yang Xiaole and the two washed their hands full of mud with warm water.

After washing, the two went to the kitchen.

Yang Guangzhi was smoking a dry cigarette and lighting a fire there, when he saw the two of them coming in and said to them: "Come and bake the fire, don't go to school tomorrow, there is no food to bring you to school, you have also seen it, that's all." ”

After speaking, he explained: "After a while, boil some water to wash the sweet potatoes, and then cut them and steam them to dry." ”

Yang Xiaole nodded.

It is estimated that from today onwards, few rural children will go to school, and it just so happens that he does not have to go.

And as long as this sweet potato is frozen, it can't be stored for too long.

To cut into strips as soon as possible, cooked, air dry.

There is no iron pot, and there is a water tank on the stove, which is a jar for budding rice noodles, which is now used as a pot.

There was still some water in the tank.

It's just that there are gaps, and there is smoke in the kitchen, and it's very eye-catching.

After the fire under him was lit, Yang Guangzhi got up.

"You go and make a fire, and I'll fetch some water."

After saying that, he went out with a bucket of water, came to the well and began to fetch water to boil hot water to wash the sweet potatoes, and by the way, cut the sweet potatoes quickly.

The small one is split in two, and the large one is divided into four pieces.

Fortunately, Yang Guangzhi actually brought a kitchen knife back.

Otherwise, there is no knife for cutting things.

Take out the wooden basin, pour clean water, and pour hot water into it.

The three of them were there to wash the sweet potatoes with mud, while Yang Guangzhi cut the sweet potatoes that they had washed into slices and put them in a wooden barrel next to them.

Yang Xiaole and the two came back from eating at noon, it was still early, but they were not hungry.

Cut the sweet potatoes and steam them.

Yang Xiaole looked at the few firewoods at the door, and if he didn't get firewood, it was estimated that he wouldn't even burn it in a few days.

This is the case not only for their family, but for the entire village.

The two hundred catties of sweet potatoes were divided several times before they were steamed, and when they were hungry, they ate some sweet potatoes, and Yang Guangzhi did not stop the two of them.

Eat!

I don't know what's going on!

After a while, on the kang, on the head of the cabinet, on the dustpan, everything that could be put was encroached upon by sweet potatoes.

Until midnight, Yang Guangzhi looked at the dozing Xizi and said, "Okay, don't do it, go to sleep, and wait for me to get it." The kang was hot when the pot was just boiled, and now it's hot! Go ahead! ”

Yang Xiaole had the heart to ask him not to do it, but it was better to think about it.

(End of chapter)