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After Yang Xiaole finished explaining a question to her, he watched her doing her homework.

Pretending not to care, he asked, "By the way, Zhang Liu'er, how does the agency store in your area handle the goods now? Aren't they all from the production team? Do they keep records?"

"Not all. When the agency store doesn't have money to give them, they keep records and exchange the goods next time. Also, if they don't have enough money to take the goods, they still keep records and settle the account next time," Zhang Liu'er said while calculating.

After listening, Yang Xiaole pondered for a moment and asked, "So, if the goods sent by the production team can be exchanged for money or goods exactly, they don't keep records?"

"Yes, if the transaction is completed, there's no need to keep records! What's the matter?" Zhang Liu'er looked puzzled.

"Oh, nothing. I was just asking casually," Yang Xiaole replied.

Hearing this, Yang Xiaole felt relieved. With Zhang Liu'er as an insider, they could secretly handle the goods received by the supply and marketing cooperative, such as eggs and dried green beans, without having to go far.

But thinking about it, there didn't seem to be much time to do so. It was quite disappointing.

They didn't even have anything to eat, let alone eggs!

Looking at Zhang Liu'er quietly doing her homework, he couldn't bring himself to say, "You can go back now."

While teaching her, Yang Xiaole chatted with her.

Gradually, he also learned some information about Zhang Liu'er's parents.

Zhang Liu'er's father was also named Zhang and was the director of a factory in the city. He didn't have a name, only a code number, 3827.

Her mother was the deputy secretary of the sub-district office.

Don't underestimate the sub-district office in the capital. Because of its special position, the sub-district office here was all high-ranking officials, at least at the deputy division level, on par with the deputy secretary in the county.

In an era where a comment from the production team leader could prevent someone from entering the city or going to college for a lifetime, this level was already very high for rural people.

"Oh! Liu'er is here!" Big Sister said as she returned with two little followers.

They carried clothes and two baskets of pig feed, hanging them on a carrying pole, one in each hand.

At the other end of the carrying pole were Fourth Brother and Fifth Brother, each carrying one.

"Xiao Mei!" Zhang Liu'er greeted the other person with a smile. After all, they were not from the same village, so there was no need to use the term "Big Sister."

"I'm so thirsty," Xi Zi hurriedly returned to the main hall, picked up the enamel basin, and was about to drink some water to cool down.

Suddenly, he stopped and sniffed.

"Sniff, sniff~"

After sniffing, he looked at Yang Xiaole suspiciously and asked, "Brother, what are you eating? It smells so good, it's not sorghum candy or orange slices!"

Hearing this, Yang Xiaole was speechless.

"Are you a dog? How can you smell that?" They had just finished eating five candies, and both of them were gone.

Xi Zi, upon hearing this, said seriously, "No, Third Brother, don't you remember? You're the dog! You're the only dog in the family."

Yang Xiaole was speechless. It seemed like it was true. He was the only one in the family born in the Year of the Dog.

(When asking about the zodiac sign, they would use terms like "how many horses" or "how many dragons" in the family.)

Then he glared at Xi Zi and said, "Get lost! I am a dog, but what do you mean by saying I'm the only dog in the family? From now on, say that I'm the only dog in the family. If I hear you say that again, I'll hit you!"

Xi Zi was confused for a moment. He didn't say anything wrong!

But he still obediently agreed, "Oh, I got it. You're the only dog in the family."

Zhang Liu'er, who was next to them, couldn't stop laughing.

After Xi Zi and Xiaoli drank water, they carried the pig feed and went to the livestock farm.

Big Sister stayed in the large courtyard to hang clothes.

Because they came back a little late to harvest the pig feed, it was almost time for lunch.

Zhang Liu'er looked at the sun outside and prepared to go back.

"Xiaole, I'm going back now. I'll come back after lunch!" Yang Xiaole nodded lightly, "Okay."

After seeing her off, Wang Qiuju, who had mud on her feet, returned and went to the well to wash her feet.

Yang Xiaole looked at her actions and felt strange. "Mom, did you start planting in the paddy fields? It's not time for harvest yet!"

"Oh, the team leader arranged for us to transplant the good rice seedlings and move them..." Wang Qiuju stopped there and didn't continue, "I can't tell you. What if someone checks and you accidentally let it slip? Stop asking."

After washing her feet, she found two baskets from home and hurriedly left with them on a carrying pole.

Yang Xiaole shook his head as he watched her leaving figure.

After waiting for a while, it was time for lunch.

For lunch, they had corn cakes. There was no meat, so they had scrambled eggs instead, which was still acceptable.

At least the oil was quite rich.

While having lunch, Yang Xiaole listened to Yang Qingwen and the village head murmuring about something.

After lunch, he went back to take a nap while everyone else was sleeping.

Yang Xiaole quietly entered the space again.

By now, most of the crops in the space were mature.

Yang Xiaole began to harvest.

The most planted crop was wheat, covering about one fen of land. The wheat grains were about to fall off, so he directly stored them in the wooden house, scattered on the ground.

There were probably about eighty to ninety jin, which was close to the yield of nearly one mu of land outside.

It seemed that the well water not only accelerated growth but also increased yield.

The yield was similar to the yield per mu in the future.

Half a fen of corn was harvested.

Fifteen plates of sunflower seeds were harvested.

Chili peppers, green beans, and other vegetables were all picked, regardless of whether they were ripe or not.

There wasn't much sesame, but he harvested about two bowls' worth.

He collected about ten jin of peanuts. He didn't know how to extract oil from soybeans, but he knew a little about extracting oil from peanuts and sesame seeds. This would be the main source of oil in the future.

There weren't many soybeans, just over ten jin, so he harvested them.

...

After finishing everything, he used a shovel to remove all the straw and turned the soil.He drew some water from the well and sprinkled it on the land, ready to plant crops again.

He planted wheat on a Fen of land.

He decided not to plant corn anymore, as he would rarely eat it in the future. Instead, he planned to plant sweet potatoes, which yield a high output.

The yield per acre was five to six thousand jin.

According to the speed in the space, he could harvest three times a month, yielding about one to two thousand jin.

However, without seeds, he needed to get some sweet potato vines from the field for propagation.

It was the end of August now. According to the situation in previous years, the temperature would definitely drop from September to October, so he needed to plant some cotton.

He planted cotton on half a Fen of land.

He planted peanuts on half a Fen of land.

He planted wheat on a Fen of land.

He left a piece of land to plant sweet potatoes later.

After everything was done, he looked at the many vines on the slope and cut a lot of them to feed the livestock.

After that, he looked at the slope.

He thought for a moment, and planted corn on two Fen of land in the gaps, to see if it could survive.

If it could survive, without affecting the pig feed, he could plant crops on an additional two Fen of land.

He dug a hole with a shovel, planted the corn, watered it with well water, and left it alone. He would know whether it could survive the day after tomorrow.

"Ah! The young chicken has laid an egg."

Yang Xiaole looked at a chicken in the nest in the grass, which had laid an egg the size of a date.

This was probably its first time laying an egg, so it was relatively small.

The fact that the hen could lay eggs meant that the rooster could fertilize the hen.

From then on, as long as he didn't collect the eggs, there would be a continuous supply of young chickens.

He looked at the young chickens in the chicken coop, estimating that in about seven or eight days, this batch of young chickens would also be able to lay eggs, and then there would be more eggs than he could eat.

Because there were a total of seventy to eighty young chickens here, and there were fifty to sixty hens.

According to the laying speed of the first two chickens, two a day, these more than fifty young chickens could lay over a hundred eggs a day.

The time to achieve egg self-sufficiency was at most about ten days.

Now there were only 14 eggs in the space, which was still not enough for egg self-sufficiency.

He didn't bother with this anymore.

Instead, he went to the wooden house.

The pork bone soup he had simmered in the morning had turned white, and the fire under the stove had gone out.

He dumped the previously cut winter melon and corn into the pot all at once.

He lit the stove again, added some firewood, and let it simmer slowly.

After everything was done, he looked at the various crop stalks he had shoveled up, wondering how to dispose of them!

After thinking for a while, he chopped up all these things and threw them into the livestock pen to add some feed for the livestock.

Suddenly, the pen was filled with these feeds.

The big and small pigs were lying inside eating.

After everything was done, he left the space and headed towards the sweet potato field.