Jiang Hongguo was still a little dizzy and was confused by the sudden news: "Is there any?"

As soon as he asked, he nodded slightly: "It seems to be quite a bit!"

"You!" Wang Zhong shook his head and said: "It's still early, the fetus is not yet stable, and the weather has started to get colder recently. Don't touch the cold water. Leave any heavy work to me."

The two sons also looked at their mother in unison, their eyes full of curiosity.

"Listen up, you two. Your mother is pregnant and is going to give you a younger brother and sister. If I'm not at home, you two men have to take good care of your mother. Do you understand?"

Wang Zhong said to his two sons.

"Dad, are you going to give birth to a younger brother or sister?" Zian's eyes instantly lit up. This kid has great talent and is very interested in medical skills. Now he has started to recite the Tangtou Song.

"Um!"

After receiving their father's affirmative answer, the two brothers immediately jumped up happily, shouted several times, and rushed to Jiang Hongguo's side impatiently, without even bothering to eat.

"Mom, is the baby in your belly a younger brother or a younger sister?" The two sons have high IQs, and with Wang Zhong's guidance, although they are only seven years old, they have already passed the stage of asking where their younger brothers and sisters are.

"Mother doesn't know either!" Jiang Hongguo herself was a little confused. If Wang Zhong hadn't told her, she wouldn't have known she was pregnant. But Jiang Hongguo believed Wang Zhong's words 100%, so now Jiang Hongguo

The red fruit is a little dizzy.

"Brother, are you stupid? My mother is not a fairy. How could she possibly know whether she is pregnant with a younger brother or a younger sister?" Zian mocked his elder brother unceremoniously.

Then he turned around and asked Jiang Hongguo with a smile: "Mom, do you feel uncomfortable somewhere?"

Jiang Hongguo rubbed Zian's head: "Mom is not feeling uncomfortable!"

"Well" Ziping wanted to say something else. He moistened his throat and the two brothers stiffened in unison. Then both pairs of eyes looked at Wang Zhong who was watching them next to him. Then the two brothers turned around, one after another.

He got on the kang and sat back down in his seat.

"Just eat when you're eating, and you're making noises like that!"

The two brothers lowered their heads and dug into the bowls of polenta.

Jiang Hongguo pulled Wang Zhong: "Okay, they also care about me."

"Let's eat!" Wang Zhong didn't mean to make excuses.

As time passed, the buckwheat planted in the ground gradually began to grow taller, the weather gradually became cooler, and the temporary shed was dismantled.

At first, we built a shed because the weather was too hot and the sun was too poisonous, so we had no choice but to do so. Now that the buckwheat is growing well, it is natural to let it absorb enough sunlight to carry out light synthesis and promote growth.

Three months passed in a blink of an eye. It was the tenth month of the lunar calendar. The north wind was blowing and the weather was getting cold. The buckwheat in the fields had matured under the careful care of the villagers.

The villagers also had smiles on their faces.

During this period, Niu DaDang and others were not idle. The weather was too hot and dry to grow food, but cabbage and radish could still be grown. The county distributed a lot of seeds to each brigade.

Niu DaDang also led the people to clear out the land early. He did not plant in the mountains, but planted in fertile land where buckwheat was not grown.

However, in order to jointly utilize water resources, the Maixiangling brigade deliberately controlled the planting area of ​​cabbage and radish, applied more fertilizers, and jointly watered the cabbage and radish, so as to make the cabbage and radish planted grow better as much as possible.

Facts have proved that this method is indeed practical. There are dozens of brigades in the entire Maixiangling area, and the radish and cabbage grown in the fields of Maixiang Brigade are the best.

This time, the villagers have harvested nearly 400 acres of buckwheat, which is the best and most fertile land in the village. Fortunately, it is the dry season. Although it is already October of the lunar calendar and all the autumn tigers have left, the weather is still there.

It's not bad. There is sunshine every day. If the temperature is not enough, we just use time to make up for it. If we stay in the sun for a few more days and plow more diligently, the harvested buckwheat will be almost dry.

Half of the buckwheat stored in the warehouse was kept in the brigade's warehouse, and the other half was distributed to the team members according to their work points.

The Spring Festival of 1960 passed gradually while the villagers were frugal in food and clothing. Niu Daudao's health was no longer serious, but the missing vitality still could not be replenished.

In the spring of 1961, the higher authorities once again issued a policy that all canteens run by rural production teams were disbanded, and every household set up stoves and started cooking.

On the day this order was issued, the canteen of the Maixiang Brigade, which had been open for more than two years, was officially closed. The remaining grain in the warehouse, except for the sufficient grain and 10,000 kilograms of emergency grain, were all kept in accordance with the order.

Human hair was given to the team members.

From July to March of the 1961 lunar calendar and mid-April of the Gregorian calendar, in almost nine months, more than 30,000 kilograms of grain were consumed in the warehouse, and now less than 20,000 kilograms are left.

Ten thousand kilograms were left in the brigade warehouse, including the five thousand kilograms of wheat, the remaining several thousand kilograms of corn, and the leftover buckwheat from last year. They were evenly distributed among nearly 200 people, each weighing only a few dozen kilograms.

But with this average of dozens of kilograms of grain per person, plus the radishes and cabbages grown by each family in the winter, and some digging of grass roots and bark, we can barely survive a year.

The drought is still going on. In early spring, there was an unusually light rain, but the thunder was loud and the raindrops were light, and even the ground could not be watered.

Fortunately, the groundwater resources in the Maixiangling area are still abundant. Although the continuous drought has caused the water level to drop, water can still be pumped up, which is enough to meet some of the needs of irrigation and the daily life of the villagers.

The shrubs on the mountain have dried up in patches, not to mention the grass. Except for some that may be found in the more lush forests, all other places are dead. Nowadays, the remaining vegetation on the mountain is basically all

They are trees with deep roots and a long history.

There are less vegetation and fewer animals in the mountains. The hares and pheasants that usually fill the mountains and plains all seem to have disappeared.

At the beginning of spring, the brigade planted another batch of buckwheat and harvested it in the summer. The yield was much lower than last year. The yield per mu was almost 70 kilograms. It was naturally incomparable with normal years, but it could be grown.

, the folks are satisfied.

Not a single bit of the buckwheat harvested this time was retained, and all was distributed to the team members.

The policy above is very clear: the canteens should be closed, everyone should start their own cooking, and each family should eat their own food. Now is a special period, so naturally this food must be distributed.

The disaster situation across the country is still very serious. The Maixiang Brigade directly gave up on crops such as wheat, corn, soybeans, and peanuts, and only focused on the buckwheat wool. They avoided the hottest season of midsummer and planted two seasons in spring and autumn, and it took three months.

It can be harvested. Although the yield is not high, at least people will not starve to death.
Chapter completed!