The grain collection was a tedious task, with everyone working tirelessly from dawn till dusk.

But it was necessary for the winter food supply.

Yang Xiaole worked among the crowd.

"Hey, Xiaole, when are you guys going into the city?" Yang Xiaohu, in a rare good mood, asked him with a smile.

Yang Xiaole didn't bother to respond.

It would be good enough if he didn't pick a fight with him.

Seeing him not speaking, lying on the corn stalks, hands under his head, and a piece of grass in his mouth, he said with a smile, "We estimate that we will be able to enter the city by the end of the month. We will all be city folks then. What kind of job do you think is good in the city? It's best to be able to get into a unit."

Yang Xiaole sneered at him.

He hadn't even finished primary school, and he still had a rural household registration. He wanted to get into a unit.

Rural people envy those with jobs, and workers are highly regarded.

City people envy getting into a unit, with good welfare benefits. After working for a long time, there is even the possibility of becoming a cadre.

Different standards.

But on second thought, if the other party was willing to pull some strings, it was really possible for him to find a good job!

It all depended on the other party's ability.

Yang Xiaohu seemed to be talking to him, but he was actually showing off that they would be leaving soon.

And Yang Xiaole had no news for the time being.

How could he let such a good opportunity slip by!

And it was said that his third uncle couldn't go to the city for the time being, which made him happy for a while.

Looking at his face, Yang Xiaole wanted to stuff a corn cob into his mouth.

Keep laughing!

Let's see how long you can laugh!

Seeing that he was being ignored, Yang Xiaohu also felt bored and lay down to sleep.

Thinking of something, he peeled a candy and put it in his mouth.

Chewing it as if afraid that no one would see.

Seeing this, Yang Xiaole quickly moved the stool forward. It was too embarrassing.

Dim lights shone around.

And at this time, Wang Qingsong, who had just returned, saw the other party coming over and hurriedly urged, "Xiaohu, go to work in the fields. Don't slack off on your work points."

"I'm going to the city, why do I need work points?" Xiaohu said indifferently, and then, thinking of something, quickly got up.

Wang Qingsong thought he was going to work!

He didn't expect the other party to leave directly, muttering, "Why sleep here? It's more comfortable to sleep at home!"

After speaking, he walked away.

Watching the figure of the other party leaving, Yang Xiaole felt that he was living worse than a second-rate person.

Why not be a second-rate person himself?

After thinking about it, he shook his head.

As a model youth, how could he be a second-rate person!

Then he looked at Wang Qingsong, who was walking away, with suspicion. What was this guy's identity?

As for reporting him, he didn't have the time for that.

Mainly because this guy had never caused trouble in the village over the years, and was always polite to everyone.

Maybe his identity was the same as he guessed.

But what if the other party had turned over a new leaf and become a good person!

Poking him would only cause trouble for himself, wouldn't it?

In his opinion, there are good and bad people everywhere, and you can't just hit someone with a stick and kill them.

Yang Guangzhi didn't come, he was sleeping at home!

Because he had to patrol at night, he was already a member of the militia, just temporarily assigned to work in the coal mine.

After a busy day, everyone went back.

At this time, Yang Guangzhi came over with another militiaman.

This was the person he was patrolling with at night.

Yang Xiaole looked at him and asked, "Dad, is this okay?"

"It's fine, just a few days, we'll change people tomorrow."

Yang Xiaole nodded gently at the sight.

The autumn harvest was not meant for long sleep, so he didn't care.

After saying goodbye, he left with the team.

Back home at night, Xizi came running back, "Brother, I'm scared! I want to sleep with you!"

Yang Xiaole rolled his eyes.

He lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

The next morning, the wake-up call at 4 o'clock woke everyone up, but Yang Xiaole didn't go, hiding in bed to continue sleeping.

He had only slept for about five hours.

Too tired.

Not only him, but most of the children were also reluctant to get up and out of bed. After all, they were just children.

It was okay to join in the fun for the first two days, but who would want to get up when they didn't get enough sleep.

The adults didn't urge them either.

They continued to sleep until it was light, and most of the children got up, some of them still had to go to work with their parents in the morning.

In the morning, they worked in the cornfield, and when they came back at noon, Yang Xiaole didn't plan to sleep, but went into the space to practice martial arts.

The same in the afternoon, and he didn't work late into the night.

More than ten days passed.

In two days, Yang Xiaole and the others would be going to school.And Yang Guangping's family has already arranged to leave the village early in the morning with great joy.

The things at home naturally were left to Zhao Jinhua and Yang Guangan's family.

The grains in the fields have been harvested for most of the past half month, and it is estimated that it will take about five or six days to harvest the rest.

Yang Xiaole calculated that it was definitely too late to plant for the autumn season.

Without a man's help, it's simply impossible to do it later.

After all, after harvesting the grains, they still need to be threshed. It's not just a matter of harvesting them, and this year's harvest looks like it will be a good one.

Not to mention the physical labor of plowing the land.

As the saying goes: "White dew comes early, and cold dew comes late, it's time to plant wheat at the autumn equinox."

It will be the cold dew in about ten days, and if it's planted after that, when the frost comes, the weak wheat seedlings will be hard to survive.

After all, there is no plastic film technology now.

It's okay to be a little late, but too late is not acceptable.

In the afternoon, Yang Xiaole and Xi Zi packed up and prepared to go to the city tomorrow to see Mom, Wang Qiuju.

And to see when their own documents could be processed.

They still have to go to school the day after tomorrow!

Because there's the National Day celebration!

No matter how busy they are, they still have to go to school, and then they'll have a three-day holiday. Overall, it's quite leisurely.

Yang Xiaole sent Xi Zi to play and quietly entered the space.

He had to use it for half a month, and Dad also had to use it, and those grains had been consumed by him almost.

At this time, he entered the space, ready to try the situation of his strength increase.

Next to a large blue brick were several pieces of broken bricks, which he had been using for experiments these days because there were no weights.

It can be hard to make great work when its stolen from "pawread.com".

80 catties.

He lifted the stone slab gently and got the latest result.

Yang Xiaole frowned. It was 48 catties before, and now it's 80 catties, which means it only increased by about 32 catties.

He wasn't very satisfied with this result.

And the training effect is gradually weakening.

This made him feel strange. Did he develop resistance? Or is his body not well developed, limiting the upper limit?

After thinking about it, he felt that he was too eager.

An increase of 32 catties in half a month is already terrifying.

Although there is a downward trend.

The main thing is the comparison. In his previous life, 12-year-old female weightlifters could snatch more than 120 catties of barbells.

It seems that there is still a long way to go!

Strive to reach the threshold of 120 catties before the end of the year.

I can't be worse than an ordinary person!

Yang Xiaole could only blame the space for sucking him too hard before, which caused his body to be deficient.

But this strength has already been on par with ordinary fifteen or sixteen-year-olds.

Of course, not like his big brother.

He threw the stone slab aside and looked at the things in the space.

The grains were just harvested a few days ago and are still in the seedling stage.

There isn't much grain.

But there are too many livestock.

There are already over a hundred rabbits, crowded together in a mess, looking very uncomfortable.

And the chickens are the same.

After all, the place is only so big.

And in the pigpen, there are 32 pigs, 17 of which are over 300 catties of fat pigs, and 15 of them just gave birth to 15 piglets last night.

As for the two breeding pigs, they already weigh over 500 catties at this time, after all, it's been a month and a half.

Damn, there's no place to put these pigs!

The thatched house is only so big.

In the end, he could only leave the space with a headache, waiting for the day to deal with these 15 second-generation pigs.

After coming out, he walked towards home.

As soon as he came out, he saw Xi Zi coming out with a bowl of food.

Seeing him coming over, Xi Zi hurriedly said, "Brother, the bell has rung, it's time to eat."

Yang Xiaole didn't go back when he saw this, and went straight to the canteen.

When he arrived, he heard people complaining, "Captain, why is it still sweet potatoes! Wasn't the grain supposed to come down? Get something to eat first!"

"Yeah! We can just deduct it later."

...

Yang Qingwen felt a headache when he heard this.

The usual rule is to collect on one side, and when the grain comes down, you can advance it first, and then deduct it when you settle up.

But...

The current situation is special.

He then smiled and comforted them, "Hey, don't worry! It's been said that this grain has to be sent to the commune. When the time comes, we'll all pay it back, and when the time comes, we can eat it however we want. I'm afraid you won't be able to finish it."

After hearing this, the others hesitated for a moment.

During this time, the captain has been reading them the harvest situation from various places.

It feels like the captain is right, can the newspaper still fool people?

Then they put their hearts back in their stomachs.

Seeing that everyone stopped talking, Yang Qingwen announced with a smile, "This, the grain must be collected as soon as possible, and the sweet potato collection work will be temporarily suspended. By the end of the month, we will collect all the corn and millet, and then everyone must be involved in the refining work and actively cooperate with the commune to complete the task.""Ah, what about the sweet potatoes in the field?"

Someone remembered the abundance of sweet potatoes still in the fields, their staple food. Without harvesting them, what would they eat?

Hearing the concern, someone cheerfully responded, "Sidog, the captain already said we have more than enough millet and corn to eat, who would bother with sweet potatoes! We'll feed the pigs with sweet potatoes and corn, while we feast on rice. Next year, we'll be eating white flour Steamed Buns."

"Exactly, why can't you understand?"

"Yeah, Sidog, if you want to eat them, go ahead, but we'll be enjoying white flour Steamed Buns."

Laughter and playful banter soon filled the air.