Back home, Yang Xiaole started eating breakfast.

A bowl of white rice porridge, two steamed buns, which was already pretty good.

This was left over from the autumn harvest.

He didn't want to eat anything too greasy early in the morning, so he quickly finished the porridge and steamed buns.

After washing the lunchbox, he prepared to practice martial arts in the space.

After finishing the grains, his body had already recovered, even surpassing others of the same age, but it wasn't enough.

It was definitely not acceptable to go out and do things without a good body.

The space couldn't be used anytime.

After entering, he opened the space's visual function to prevent anyone from suddenly entering. A radius of three and a half meters was actually too small, and it wasn't enough to wrap up the house.

He fed the livestock.

Looking at the remaining large blue bricks.

These were the large bricks on the city wall, each weighing close to fifty catties, more precisely around 48 catties.

After thinking for a moment, he tied a piece of brick with some straw rope.

He tried to lift it.

Using both hands, he could barely lift it, but he couldn't hold it for long. At least there was a standard now.

With a comparison, he started training.

Dad wasn't at home, and there was no one to take care of him now, so he didn't need to earn work points.

He took medicine, and three types of medicine together, training with a set of nine alternating movements.

The morning passed quickly.

It was time for lunch, so he went out to eat.

Lunch was pretty good, all dry, and there was even meat to eat, which was considered a bonus for the autumn harvest.

"Eldest Brother, at this rate, it's definitely not going to work. Let's forget about the sweet potatoes for now and focus on harvesting the corn, rice, and soybeans. These must be handed over. We'll deal with the sweet potatoes later."

Yang Qingwen was whispering with Dad.

Yang Qingwen said with a smile, "Dad, don't worry, I have a plan. According to this method of harvesting, it's definitely too late for winter wheat. The grain harvest can be delayed, and we'll deal with the sweet potatoes later. When the time comes, we can feed the pigs. Director Zhang said that if we hand over the grain, it will be used as a reward for the full production, and it will all be given to us. We won't be short of grain at the end of the year."

The old village head hesitated a bit, but thinking that it was the people from the commune who said it, he finally nodded lightly.

Yang Xiaole listened and pondered.

There were about three hundred people in the village, with a total of about 70 laborers, and half of the male labor force had been sent to mine coal.

There were still more than thirty people left, and most of them had to be sent out to refine things.

There were only about ten or so people who could actually harvest the grain.

How could it be possible to harvest it in time? When there were so many people before, it was a rush to harvest, and it exhausted people. Now, with only fifteen or sixteen people left, they had to harvest nearly 600 mu of farmland.

One person could only harvest less than two mu of land a day, and it would take nearly half a month to harvest the grain.

And then there was the threshing, harvesting the grain, and getting the grain to the commune.

There was no time to plow and sow again.

It would be strange if they could manage it.

As for the grain, in his memory, it seemed that once it was taken away, it never came back.

He quietly ate his meal.

He was probably worried that the main grain wouldn't be harvested in time.

During the meal, Yang Qingwen gave orders to all the children. Starting now, everyone except those who couldn't walk had to go to the fields to set up corn poles.

It was for work points.

Naturally, Yang Xiaole was among them.

He didn't really want to go, but he had no choice. Whether or not he earned work points was one thing, but now others had the power to decide.

"Xiaole, let's go together later!"

Gousai came over quietly, smiling at him, ready to team up later.

Yang Xiaole nodded, indifferent.

He had never worked in the fields since he came to this world because of his physical condition!

"Okay, let's go together in the afternoon."

Looking around, he didn't see Yang Xiaohu's figure, so he probably joined the coal mining team.

After lunch, he went home to get a straw hat, changed into long-sleeved clothes, and prepared to work in the fields.

Is there a lunch break during the busy farming season? That's wishful thinking.

It was probably just a warm-up today. Tomorrow, they would have to get up before dawn, work without breakfast, and continue working after a quick meal around ten o'clock.

They would have another meal in the afternoon and work until around ten o'clock at night.

That was the usual practice.

During the off-season, the back baskets made of rattan or bamboo were now in use.

The village's elderly also went out to watch over the grain at the threshing ground, and drove away the birds from the surrounding area with the children who couldn't go to the fields.

To prevent them from eating the grain.

They also peeled the corn cobs that had been harvested, which was called shelling corn.

It was quite lively.

In the fields, the women were cutting the corn and neatly arranging the cut corn.

Actually, it would be better to harvest first at this time.

But if they didn't cut the corn, they wouldn't be able to work once it got dark, and kerosene lamps cost money, and they were rationed.

It wasn't possible for everyone to have one.

After cutting it down, they just needed to hang a kerosene lamp nearby.Yang Xiaole, Dog Sheng, and Wendo, as well as a group of half-sized kids from the village, were breaking corn cobs there.

"Hey, this one is sweet!"

Wendo broke off a red corn cob and took a bite.

He said with a smile to the others.

Yang Xiaole took a piece and tasted it, with a slight sweetness.

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The others were in the same situation, breaking corn cobs while looking for sweet corn cobs to eat.

Every time they found one, they were very happy.

Yang Xiaole looked at the scene and estimated that this was also the joy of children in this era.

In his previous life, he couldn't understand this kind of joy.

But after experiencing it, he deeply understood it, because the materials were so scarce nowadays that they could only make do with what they had.

"Zhao Jinhua, there's a letter for you!"

In the field not far from Yang Xiaole, the postman came directly to the field.

Hearing the shout, the old lady who was working not far away from him walked over strangely, followed by Yang Mancang and Tian Cuihua.

Tian Cuihua thought it was a letter from her eldest son!

She hurried over and asked, "Is it a letter from Yang Xiaolong? I'm his mother!"

The postman shook his head, "No, it's from someone called Fu Laojiu. How come there's a name like this?"

Zhao Jinhua, who had just arrived, trembled when she heard this name.

She froze on the spot.

Her body was a little excited, but her face was very calm.

Then she pretended to be excited and said, "Is it really called Fu Laojiu? Then he's my clan brother."

After saying that, she took the letter and opened it on the spot, without caring about the people around her.

"There's also a package!"

Seeing this, the postman gave her the package and left directly.

Tian Cuihua lost interest when she heard that it wasn't a letter from her son, but she didn't leave either, standing by and waiting.

Just take a break.

She was also curious about what was in the package.

Yang Mancang also saw the excitement of his wife.

He leaned over and took a look, smoking dried tobacco, and asked, "What's going on? How come you have another clan brother?"

Zhao Jinhua ignored him and didn't leave until she finished reading the letter, then handed it to him.

"Here, read it yourself! Didn't I tell you? I take my mother's surname. This is my uncle's son. We haven't been in contact for many years, and I don't know how he found me."

Yang Mancang took a look, then muttered to himself, "It knows me, but I don't know it!"

Then he asked, "Did it say anything?"

"Oh, it said that he went to Qingdao during the war and settled there. He just came back in recent years and is now in the city. He wants us to visit him if we have time."

Zhao Jinhua said happily.

Yang Xiaole looked at the other's posture and shivered, and the goosebumps on his body fell to the ground.

Is she really that excited?

Could it be that she really found her brother?

But this surname is a bit strange, Fu?

Yang Mancang just took a glance and didn't look again, smoking dried tobacco as he walked towards the field.

The old lady packed up her things and left with him.

Yang Xiaole pondered there, now in the city, and it's a close relative, the Yang Guangping family is going to prosper!

This dog's life is really good!

He didn't care and quietly continued working.

As for what was in the package, he didn't care either, as it had nothing to do with his family.

Originally, he thought he would work until late tomorrow!

That night, there were lanterns all over the field, barely illuminating the cornfield nearby.

They worked until ten o'clock, and the captain blew the whistle, and they went back.

Yang Guangzhi said he would be back around noon, but he didn't come back for dinner in the evening.

No one bothered them all day.

When they returned home, Yang Xiaole had just finished bathing and saw Dad and Fourth Brother coming back in a dusty state.

Seeing the two enter, Yang Xiaole was surprised, "Dad, why are you back so late?"

Yang Guangzhi washed his face while saying, "Your mother's house wasn't cleaned up, so we stayed there to clean up before coming back."

"Oh, what about Mom's work?"

"Still waiting for notice, it's not clear when she'll start working."

"What about our household registration? Can it be done now?"

Yang Guangzhi finished washing his face, handed the towel to Xi Zi, and lit dried tobacco before saying, "I asked, the director said there are too many people entering the city now, so the transfer of children's household registration is temporarily suspended, and priority is given to labor entering the city. And in your mother's case, you have to register and file at the city bureau before you can apply. It will take some time."

Yang Xiaole frowned.

He was worried that it would take too long, and if there were any layoffs by then, it would be troublesome to go to the city.

But there was nothing he could do now.

"Oh, by the way, I was worried that you wouldn't have eaten, so I left a few steamed buns for you. Eat and go to bed, you have to get up early tomorrow."Yang Xiaole lifted the upside-down rice bowl from the table, revealing four steamed buns made from second-grade flour.

Xi Zi grabbed one and took a bite.

It was a bit hard.

Yang Guangzhi didn't eat and said to him, "I've already eaten tonight, so I'm going to sleep. We have to work early tomorrow!"

Yang Xiaole nodded.

Then, as if remembering something, he called out to Yang Guangzhi, "Hold on, Dad, don't rush. I need to tell you something. If they ask tomorrow, just answer the way I told you."