The next morning, before dawn, there was movement outside.

Yang Xiaole looked at the heated bed and saw that his eldest brother had already gotten up at some point.

Curious, he got off the heated bed and went to the courtyard.

Yang Guangzhi and his eldest brother were putting the clothes prepared by Wang Qiuju into the carrying pole.

Carrying the pole, Yang Guangzhi left the large courtyard.

When he arrived at the front gate, he saw Yang Qingwu leading a group of people waiting in the darkness.

By the moonlight, he could see that they were mostly strong laborers from the village, even Yang Guangping's little dragon and little tiger were following behind.

All five livestock from the production team were brought out, with a handcart trailing behind, driven by the people from the village.

The handcart was piled with baskets, shovels, and food from the production team.

"Is everyone here? If everyone is here, let's go."

Yang Qingwu shouted at everyone, and they were all looking for each other.

After confirming that everyone was present, the team set off at his shout.

Behind the horse-drawn carriage was a team carrying poles, carrying the clothes.

After watching everyone leave, Wang Qiuju returned to her own courtyard and saw Yang Xiaole standing at the entrance.

She urged him, "Alright, go back to sleep. They'll be back when they're done."

Yang Xiaole nodded and followed her back.

When he returned and lay down on the bed, Xi Zi was sleeping like a pig.

He kicked him to the side and then fell asleep peacefully.

...

The next morning.

Yang Xiaole scratched the large mosquito bites on his body and knew that the mosquitoes had come in again.

He had to get up!

The canteen was going to close.

Actually, he didn't want to go anymore. The steamed buns, fried dough sticks, and buns he had been eating these days had consumed a lot of flour.

Starting today, they would be eating corn porridge and corn cakes.

After all, every household only had a small amount of wheat stored for the holidays.

Even corn cakes were rarely eaten during the farming off-season.

But he still went, it would be foolish not to eat when there was food.

The fried dough sticks were gone, the steamed buns were gone, and there were no more buns. There was only a bowl of thick porridge mixed with beans.

Of course, there were still pickled vegetables and sauce.

After breakfast, he returned home.

Big Sister took Fourth Brother and Fifth Brother to wash clothes and feed the pigs, leaving him alone at home.

Seeing that everyone had left, Yang Xiaole locked the door and came back to take his medicine and sweet soup.

Then he entered the space.

He hadn't picked anything for a night, and many green beans, eggplants, and chili peppers had already withered.

He didn't pick the withered ones, leaving them as seeds, and harvested the rest.

The remaining ones would be harvested together with the wheat when it ripened.

He collected the eggs laid by the chickens yesterday.

He smelled the tofu and spare ribs, but there was still no taste. As for the four pounds of pig intestines, he didn't bother to smell them, they were already stinky anyway.

He boiled the spare ribs in water and put them in a pot to simmer.

He didn't pay much attention to the low fire, as there was not much firewood left and he didn't want to burn down the wooden house.

He prepared some corn and winter melon and put them in to simmer together.

After preparing everything, he didn't pay attention to it anymore. He left the wooden house and looked at the livestock pen. He had chopped up a lot of vines with slopes and fed all the livestock.

The pig had grown a lot overnight.

But he wasn't in a hurry to eat meat, he would wait until it was fattened up before slaughtering it.

It would be best if he could fatten it up to five or six hundred pounds, a big fat pig.

Looking at the more than ten super-sized sunflowers by the field, he didn't know how many sunflower seeds they could produce.

After making sure there was nothing missing, he went to the peach tree.

The grape tree he got from Dog Leftovers had grown quite a bit, but this peach tree next to it seemed to have no progress at all.

It had been so many days, and he had watered it a little, but there was still no response.

Strange.

He plucked a leaf and pinched it with his fingernail. It was real, not fake!

He couldn't understand.

Unable to figure it out, he decided not to bother with it.

"Yang Xiaole!"

In his thoughts, a voice came from outside, not very loud.

Hearing the voice, he quickly left the space, opened the door, and went out.

He heard Zhang Liu'er knocking on the door and calling out.

"I'm here, I'm here, stop knocking."

He opened the door and saw Zhang Liu'er standing outside.

"I thought you weren't home! But I saw that the door was locked, so there should be someone at home."

When Yang Xiaole heard this, he smiled and said, "Oh, I was sleeping in there! I didn't hear you! Come in!"

After speaking, he opened the courtyard gate and let her in.

In this era, many girls at the age of thirteen were already preparing for marriage. They might not get married so early, but they were not young anymore.

He still had to be careful.

After entering the main hall, he opened the front door to let the light in.

After sitting down, Yang Xiaole asked her, "Tell me, what don't you understand!"

"I don't understand this arithmetic, can you explain it to me?"

As Zhang Liu'er spoke, she opened her textbook.

Yang Xiaole glanced at it and said, "Arithmetic, it's very simple, it's a combination of addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division! Just remember the rules, solve the parentheses first, then the brackets, and finally the braces. In the same type of brackets, do multiplication and division before addition and subtraction. The application problems in the textbook are just more complex uses of arithmetic, but if you break them down, they're simple."

Seeing the confused Zhang Liu'er, he started from the basics according to the textbook.

"Multiplication, I don't need to teach you that, right? This question is explained like this..."

The knowledge in the whole book actually fell into eight categories, but due to the problem of young age and absorption capacity, it gradually increased from simple to difficult.

```Adding to the fact that Zhang Liu'er was actually a good student before, Yang Xiaole also used some simplified solutions from the future.

It was easy for her to understand.

After listening to his explanation, Zhang Liu'er looked at him with admiration: "After you explained it, it seems so simple! Have a candy, and I'll try the next question."

She then grabbed a handful of candies and placed them on the table.

Yang Xiaole was surprised by the candies on the table.

Shrimp crisp.

This was a delicacy in the present time!

Among the most famous candies in the Capital, one was the Sea City White Rabbit, and the other was this red shrimp crisp.

He peeled one and took a bite.

Crispy on the outside, crunchy on the inside, filled with a mixture of sesame and peanut butter, the same ingredients as the sauce sold in the city of the Capital, made from a mix of two parts sesame paste and eight parts peanut butter.

It was delicious when used in fried noodles.

But this was already a crispy filling.

Delicious!

And especially sweet!

"How is it? Tasty, right?"

Seeing his expression, Zhang Liu'er smiled at him: "This is... what they brought for me."

She didn't even call for her mother!

Probably because Zhang Lao Han hadn't changed his ways.

Yang Xiaole smiled and nodded: "Delicious, both fragrant and sweet!"

In the future, this might be something extremely common, but in this era, it was indeed a rare treat.

"Hehe, you eat, I'll do my homework!"

Zhang Liu'er smiled contentedly and buried her head in her homework.

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Yang Xiaole chewed on the crisp candy, his gaze falling on the door.

Production Brigade Leader Huang Fugui and Team Leader Yang Qingwen.

"Hmm, this yield, we also need to keep up, we can't fall behind..."

Huang Fugui walked and talked to Yang Qingwen.

Yang Xiaole was taken aback for a moment, then got up and walked towards the door.

He could only hear bits and pieces of their conversation.

Something about yield per mu!

Something about inspection!

Something about concentration!

Something about reward for full production!

(No more explanations, if you don't understand, just take it as a joke! It doesn't affect the reading.)

As the two slowly walked away, Yang Xiaole stood there pondering, vaguely understanding something.

"Xiaole! Come over and look at this question!"

Zhang Liu'er's voice pulled him back from his thoughts.

"Ah, coming."

Yang Xiaole responded, rubbing his teeth, his tongue moving in his mouth.

He glanced at the retreating figures of the two men, then silently walked back.