The village head, Cao Defa, sat under the old willow tree and read the paperwork notice over and over again, ten loads of grain, ten loads of grain!

This doesn't give the people a chance at all, his family is an only son, and it is difficult to go by himself.

His son is just in his youth, what if he ruins the incense of his old Cao family.

"Village chief, then these widowed old men who have no children and no daughters will also be recruited, and this old man with old arms and legs will be a dead end if he goes."

Cao Defa has one head and two big, and there are no ten loads of rations in their village, and some of them are old singles.

Alas! Why is life so sad!

"Village chief, what do you say if there is no man and no food in the family?"

When Cao Defa received the official document today, the officers and soldiers of the post station said that if there is no suitable man in the family and cannot hand over the grain, the certificate needs to be presented, and the county magistrate will stamp the official seal on the certificate.

But the county magistrate has a number of conscripts, and he can't complete the task above, so whether the black yarn hat can be kept is another matter.

The biggest backer of the rice worms of these countries is the imperial court, if the dynasty falls, there will be eggs under the nest.

The fish of the Wang family have long been uncared for, and Father Wang gathered the family together.

He knew the hardships of marching and fighting, and he hung on his life all the time, the terrible piercing of Changge's iron soldiers, the hot blood splashed on his face, and the images of life and death screaming and convulsions broke through the box of memory.

He won't let any of his sons go to war!

Then their family needs ten loads of grain, which is a thousand catties of grain.

The grain will need to be handed in in late spring or early summer next year.

What the nation waits for is their harvest of winter wheat, which they plant in the autumn and winter, and harvest in the late spring and early summer of the following year.

Land is limited for every household, and many people rent landlords or farms to work without their own land.

The Wang family has a total of six acres of dry land and five acres of paddy fields, and the yield per mu is low.

Everyone did the math, 1,000 catties of grain, if it was about 2,000 wen in previous years, but now that the price of grain has risen, it will take more than 3,000 wen, and if the price is raised because of conscription, then the price of grain will be several times higher.

Their family has a total of about five taels of silver, and now it is considered a hidden big family in the village.

"Anzi, take everyone to move things back, the three of you and I will go to the town to buy food, I'm afraid I'll have to ask for a lot of money if I go late."

It turned out that Daddy Wang's guess was correct, and there were sold-out signs hanging outside the grain shops in the town.

Some people got the inside news early and were prepared for a long time, and some people even purchased a large amount of grain, stored it, and sold it when the price skyrocketed, making a lot of money.

"Dad, what can I do, there is no food in the town, and this must be the case in other towns."

"It depends on how the situation is, there is an old Baitong in the town, go to him to inquire about the news."

An Ran supported his head with his little hands, ten loads of grain, a thousand catties, the crop yield here is terrible, and it is good for ordinary farmers to have a few hundred catties of grain a year.

She only has some seeds, and if she wants a high yield and fast growth, she can provide some.

However, there are really few crops suitable for winter, and the imperial court abacus is crackling, and it wants both the poor and the rich to have food.

In fact, in Enron's view, it is still the flesh and blood of the common people, the rich have money, they don't care about how many loads of grain they have, and some take advantage of business opportunities to pass on the damage to the people, and they want to make a profit from it.

When Father Wang came home, his face was full of sadness, he knew that the grain was in the hands of the rich, and they couldn't buy food at all.

If there is a channel, it can only be bought at a price more than ten times higher.

"This court is sucking our blood and eating our flesh, so what is it?"

Father Wang squatted under the eaves, holding a stone in his hand, and scratched on the ground.

"This is Changtao, the bitter cold land of southern Xinjiang, out of this White Tiger Ridge, here is a military fortress, the border line of the Three Kingdoms..."

Father Wang drew a rough map on the ground, and he had a lot of experience working under Song Scout's hands.

At least Daddy Wang is familiar with the territory of Xinjiang, their country is the most central country among several large countries, bordering Jiang State in the north, Dadian in the south, Gaocang, Gutan, and Xihuai in the west, and Tianlin Country with strong national strength in the east.

Looking at the road map on the ground, looking at the short line, it is actually more than a thousand kilometers away, and it will take ten days and half a month to go directly to the official road quickly.

Not to mention that the soldiers they recruited relied on their foot strength, and it only took a month or two to reach southern Xinjiang.

"Dad, what if we can't scrape together ten loads of food?"

Zhang Guihua is a rectum, what to think of and what to say, who knows that he is asking on the point.

There are a total of four men in their family, and the cubs have not grown up yet, and there are only five people who are eligible to join the army, so who will go?

Women's minds are completely different from men's.

The last thing that a few women want is for their men to go to the battlefield, which means that they may be widowed.

And the men all want to carry it themselves, they are the pillars of the family, and even if they die, their wives and children will be taken care of.

"If we can't make up the food, let's draw lots, and now it's time for us to make up the food first."

Drawing lots depends on luck, and whoever catches it will have no objections.

At night, the food returned to the pre-liberation period, and the standard slurry and pickled gnocchi.

An Ran wants Daddy Wang to hug after eating, this is a secret between them, as long as she reaches out to hug, she wants to take something.

"Hmm!" An Ran took out a red and big apple in front of Daddy Wang.

Her farm grain was piled up in a small mountain, and although Father Wang knew that she could come up with something, he didn't know what she had.

If she wants, she will sell the grain from the farm.

What if someone asks where he gets his food?

Then everyone buys according to the principle of secrecy, or finds an intermediary to resell the grain with multiple hands.

Daddy Wang held a big red apple in his hand, he had never seen such a fruit, and the sweetness was mouth-watering.

An Ran took out another handful of wheat in his hand, each wheat was full and round, twice as large as the wheat they had grown.

"Fubao, this is wheat."

Daddy Wang took out one and rattled it under his teeth, and the powder yield was extremely high, and it was the best wheat he had ever seen.

"Sell ~ Rice ~ Rice ~"

It's not that she can't speak, her organs are really not mature, especially her little fat hands, she can only grasp things, and don't think about writing or something.

Oh, and she can also pinch her index finger and eat the scraps from the corners of her mouth.

"These wheat......

Father Wang thought for a while, and the wheat that Fubao gave him was in too good condition.

It would be best if the wheat was used as seeds, but it is now past the time to sow winter wheat.

It is impossible to hand over the wheat, so it can only be exchanged or sold secretly.

"Fubao, how much wheat do we have?"

An Ran's little finger spread out into a flower, wheat, she has a lot of it, wheat is the lowest level of crops, plant it for a minute, and harvest five hundred catties.

Now she doesn't grow wheat in her fields, but now she grows a batch of coriander, the roots are green and fragrant.

In order for Daddy Wang to believe in his strength, bags of wheat were piled up on the ground, and each bag weighed more than 100 catties.

"Let's sell the wheat so that everyone can stay at home."

Fubao, you are the lifeblood of our family, and how blessed our family was in the previous life to make you fall in love with our family. ”

Father Wang is always in tears, he has had a hard life in this life, and he also wants his children and grandchildren to live a good life.

Fu Bao is a blessing from his old Wang family!