Chapter 307 Harvest

"Okay, I know everything. When the police came to ask questions, they only said you know what you know. Don't say anything else, don't involve yourself."

When Li Xiuwu heard Grandpa Li's words, his heart skipped a sigh of relief. He couldn't hear anything, right?

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

"How come everyone has six corpses? Who is the more?"

"The villagers all asked, but no one knew who it was. Maybe the body was related to the fire, maybe.

Otherwise, how could an unknown person appear for no reason? This person is probably related to the fire."

Li Xiuwu tried hard to pull the old man's thinking towards the unidentified person. Such a scapegoat has nothing to do with the real mastermind, so why not do it!

Grandpa Li lay on a bamboo chair, closed his eyes and fell asleep slowly. When he was old, his body and energy were not as good as when he was young.

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

Li's father came forward and asked for help, burying the family in the grave behind Banzhu, which was opposed by everyone.

The cemetery behind Banzhu is the ancestral tomb of Banzhu Forest. They are unwilling to let this disgusting person be buried in it. Besides, they are all people who died suddenly, so how can they be buried in the ancestral tomb? That would not make the ancestors so angry that they would jump out!

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

A broken wooden board on the grave reads: The tomb of Li Xiuwen's family.

After a lifetime of hard work, the powerful Li family has only lived in a wasteland by the river after their death.

Whenever the villagers mentioned it, they would scold him. There was no one in the village who didn’t hate this family from old to young.

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

As for the house, Li's father did not plan to build it on the original site. The neighbors in the village who were adjacent to the Li family's house did not build it on the original site, but were planning to move to the end of the village to rebuild the house.

In their opinion, this place is already a dangerous place and is not suitable for staying at home. On weekdays, you will speed up your pace and leave quickly.

This area has become a taboo in the village and is not allowed to be mentioned. The people at the scene that night were even more reluctant to mention it. The incident that night made their spine cold and they dared not have bad thoughts.

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

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

Because Li Songbai and his family died in the sea of ​​fire, no one compensated the villagers for their major losses. The county distributed relief grain to the villagers to help the villagers survive the crisis.

This incident caused a sensation in the whole county, allowing local governments to strengthen fire prevention and control. The impact of this incident was soon suppressed by the busy farming industry.

The seeds distributed in the county grow well in various places, with strong drought resistance and pest resistance.

Green vitality spreads everywhere, bringing hope to hungry people. There are people guarding the fields in order not to destroy that hope.

Li Xiaoyu handed over the matter of Hongxing Village to Heixiong and asked him to contact Village Chief Zhou directly. A strange scene appeared in the black market. Whenever the red sweet vine appeared, it was snatched away and even made reservations.

At the end of August, the county was harvesting rice. Qiu Jianshu, the deputy county magistrate in charge of agriculture, brought a group of staff to Hongxing Village and went to the fields to harvest in person.

Although the area is not large, the rice ears are heavy and lowered and their heads are so happy that they can't help but see them.

Village Chief Zhou shouted: "Open the sickle!"

People who are harvesting in the dry fields line up, and the numbers come out in half an hour: the yield per mu is 500 kilograms.

The whole scene was in a state of boiling. Under such drought, it could have 500 kilograms per acre, which is a higher yield than a bumper harvest year.

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

"It would be great if I could plant another season!" Qiu Jianshu said with a whim, and the more I thought about it, the more I felt it was possible.

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

"I haven't planted it before, I don't know if it can be done. What I'm afraid of is wasting seeds. What should I do next year?"

Qiu Jianzhao pondered for a long time, but finally gave up and came back to prepare next year.

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

The current captain Li Shuangming was not punished for being eaten for rice seeds.

The wheat in the village was also harvested at the end of August, with a yield of 600 kilograms per mu, but when it was reported, the village reported a yield of 540 kilograms per mu.

The remaining wheat was quickly divided by the head of the person, and told each family to hide it and not let people outside the village know about the interception.

The current bamboo forest has unprecedented unity after the Li Songbai incident. Because they understand that only by hudding together to keep warm can there be hope for survival.

The trivial matters in the village are gradually decreasing, and they are more tolerant. Perhaps because of the shock of that night, they have a sense of awe for Li Shuangming and Li Jianshu. Everyone is trying their best to do the job they are assigned and dare not be lazy anymore.

But when rebuilding the house, the families who chose the site at the end of the village tried to get closer to Li Shuangming and Li Jianyuan's houses, and 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 wheat grains falling from the dry fields were picked up by the villagers without letting go. In their eyes, they were all food, how could they be wasted!

From the time of the wheat harvesting process to the present, the villagers rebuilt their homes with their hard-working hands. Under the leadership of the captain Li Shuangming, life began to get on track.

The grain harvest in dry fields was harvested, with a yield of 700 kilograms per mu. When most people learned about this number, they cried with the grain.

With such a high yield, as long as there are many varieties next year, you won’t be hungry, and you won’t be afraid of drought. As long as the water in the river does not dry, there is hope of survival, and the water will be poured into place by carrying the shoulders and backs.

With the harvest of crops, although not many of them were divided, there were things that could cover the belly, and the villagers' lives were hopeful.

With hope, there is motivation. The members' private areas are restored and rural markets are reopened. This move has made the villagers very excited.

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

Every household waved their hoes to the private land. Even if the soil was so dry that it was dug up with a hoe, it was just a shallow pit and did not dispel their enthusiasm.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!