Chapter 307： harvest

Chapter 307 Harvest

"Okay, I know everything. When the police come to question you, just say what you know, don't say anything else, don't implicate yourself in it."

When Li Xiuwu heard Grandpa Li's words, he groaned in his heart, wouldn't he hear anything?

This matter was discussed in advance by them. In order to make the caliber of the villagers consistent, they all unified the caliber and practiced how to answer together.

"How come there are six corpses, and who is the one with the most?"

"There are a number of people in the village, and they have asked them all, but no one knows who it is. Maybe the body is related to the fire, maybe.

Otherwise, why would an unknown person appear for no reason, and this person is most likely related to the fire case. "

Li Xiuwu tried his best to pull the old man's thinking on the unknown person. With such a scapegoat, it has nothing to do with the real mastermind, so why not do it!

Grandpa Li lay on the bamboo chair, closed his eyes and fell asleep slowly. When people are old, their body and energy are not as good as when they were young.

Li Xiaocao asked the villagers for help, but no one paid her any attention. She stared blankly at the six black charcoal corpses lying on the ground.

Father Li came forward to ask for help and buried the family in the cemetery behind Banzhu, which was opposed by everyone.

The cemetery behind Banzhu is the ancestral tomb of Banzhulin, and they don't want to let this disgusting family be buried there. Besides, they are all people who died violently, how can they be buried in the ancestral grave, then they must not let the ancestors jump out of anger!

In the end, Li Xiuwen's family, including the corpse of unknown origin, dug a hole by the river and buried it together because they couldn't tell who was who.

A broken wooden board at the head of the tomb reads: The Tomb of Li Xiuwen's Family.

Camping for a lifetime, the powerful Li family has a big family, and the only place to live after death is the wasteland by the river.

Every time    is mentioned by the villagers, there will be a burst of scolding, and there is no one in the village who does not hate this family from the old to the young.

Li Xiaoyu's family and Li Ergu's family returned to the county by car overnight.

As for the house, Father Li is not going to build it on the original site. The left and right neighbors in the village adjacent to the Li family's house did not build on the original site, but planned to move to the end of the village to rebuild their houses.

In their opinion, this place is already a fierce land, not suitable for home. If you pass by the village road here on weekdays, you will speed up and leave quickly.

This part of    has become a taboo in the village, and no one is allowed to mention it. People who were at the place that night were even more reluctant to mention it. What happened that night made their backs chill, and they dared not have bad thoughts.

What Li Jianyuan and Li Shuangming did that night shocked everyone present, and everyone was convinced of them.

Half a month later, I learned from Li Weiguo that the Bamboo Forest incident was designated as a fire case due to insufficient evidence.

Because Li Songbai's family died in the fire, no compensation was made for the heavy losses caused to the villagers. The county distributed relief food to the villagers to help them through the crisis.

This incident caused a sensation in the whole county, which made all localities strengthen the prevention and control of fires. The impact of this incident was quickly suppressed by the agricultural busyness.

The seeds distributed in the    county grow well in various places, and are very resistant to drought, pests and diseases.

Green vitality spreads all over the place, bringing hope to people who have been hungry for a long time. There are people guarding the fields, so as not to let people destroy that hope.

Li Xiaoyu handed over the matter of Hongxing Village to Black Bear and asked him to contact the village chief Zhou directly. There was a strange scene in the black market. Whenever the red vines appeared, they were snapped up, and there were even reservations.

At the end of August, the rice was harvested in the whole county. Qiu Jianshu, the deputy mayor in charge of agriculture in the county, brought a group of staff to Hongxing Village and personally went down to the fields to harvest.

Although the area is not large, the ears of rice are heavily bowing their heads, making people feel happy.

Village Chief Zhou shouted: "Open the sickle!"

The harvesters lined up in the dry field, and the numbers came out after half an hour: the yield per mu was 500 catties.

The audience was boiling. Under such drought conditions, there could be 500 catties per mu, which is a higher yield than a bumper year.

Qiu Jianshu was even more excited. This was the first good thing he did when he came to power. By then, the whole county would have planted rice, and he would no longer have to go hungry.

"If only I could plant another season!" Qiu Jianshu said on a whim, and the more he thought about it, the more he thought it was possible.

"Cun Chief Zhou, do you think it is possible to plant another season of rice?"

"I haven't planted it before. I don't know if it will work. I'm afraid of wasting the seeds. What should I do next year?"

Qiu Jianshu pondered for a long time, but finally gave up, and will come back next year when he is ready.

All the rice in each village is handed over, and the yield per mu is between 400-500 jin.

The Bamboo Forest was eaten because of the rice seeds. There was a reason for this, and the current captain, Li Shuangming, was not punished.

The wheat in the village was also harvested at the end of August, with a yield of 600 catties per mu, but at the time of reporting, the village reported that the yield per mu was 540 catties.

The rest of the wheat was quickly divided by one kilogram per head, and each family was instructed to hide it so that people outside the village would not know about the interception.

The present Bamboo Forest, through the incident of Li Songbai, is unprecedentedly united. Because they understand that only by holding together for warmth can they have hope of survival.

The trivial things in the village are gradually decreasing, and there is more tolerance for each other. Maybe it was because of what happened that night that I was in awe of Li Shuangming and Li Jianyuan. Everyone tried their best to do the work they were assigned, and did not dare to be lazy.

But when rebuilding the house, the people who chose the location at the end of the village tried their best to get closer to Li Shuangming and Li Jianyuan’s homes, they felt that the closer they were, the safer they were.

They believe that as long as they do not do bad things, they will not be punished.

The grains of wheat dropped in the dry fields were picked up by the villagers without letting go. In their eyes, it was all grain, how could it be wasted!

is engaged in the harvesting of wheat that has been sent to the present, and the villagers rebuild their homes with industrious hands. Under the leadership of captain Li Shuangming, life began to get on track.

Baogu planted in dry fields has a bumper harvest, with a yield of 700 catties per mu. When they learned this number, most people cried while holding the baogu.

With such a high yield, as long as there is a variety of crops next year, you will not be hungry, and you will not be afraid of drought. As long as the water in the river does not dry up, there is hope for survival.

With the harvesting of crops, although there are not many people to share, but with something to wrap the belly, the villagers have hope for life.

With hope, there is motivation. The commune members' private plots have been restored and the rural market has reopened. This move has made the villagers excited.

The restoration of private plots can solve the problem of eating vegetables for the villagers, and it is also one of their food sources.

Every household waved their hoes on their private plots. Even if the soil was so hard that they were dug with a hoe, it was just a shallow hole, which did not dissuade them from their enthusiasm.

(end of this chapter)