Zhang Daniu was kind to him by delivering meals, and he was also the captain of the brigade. He was responsible for all matters in the village. Fang Xiaoyue also hoped to get some information to improve her life.
Although it is great to have food in the mountains, after the floods and droughts in recent years, there is not much food left in the mountains.
A good thing like getting ten kilograms of chestnuts in one go today may not be possible again in a short period of time.
When the sky gradually turned dark, Fang Xiaoyue carried a small basket and went to the captain's house.
Captain Zhang Daniu was not at home. I heard from Yang Xiaohong that there was something wrong with the educated youth station. Two educated youths had a quarrel. As the captain of Forsythia Village, he naturally had to deal with it.
Fang Xiaoyue didn't ask about the educated youth, put down the small basket and turned away.
Yang Xiaohong turned it over and saw the chestnut inside, and immediately grabbed him: "Fugui, what do you mean?"
"Aunt, I found it when I went up the mountain today. I ate three kilograms of it myself. I thought my brothers and sisters didn't have much to eat, so I brought it over."
Fang Xiaoyue naturally wouldn't say it was for Zhang Daniu's family, but just said it through the two children.
Yang Xiaohong heard that Fang Xiaoyue ate it herself, and thought that the two children had really not enjoyed anything. Although Zhang Daniu was the captain, he was also a farmer. Last time he went to town to do business, he took his two children with him.
As a result, the two children drooled when they looked at the hard candies sold by the town's supply and marketing cooperative, which made Yang Xiaohong feel uncomfortable.
With material shortages these days, it is not easy to have sugar.
In addition to money, you also need candy stamps!
Farmers are not workers in the establishment. How can they have luxuries like candy coupons? Even if they get candy coupons, they have no intention of buying hard candies. If they have the spare money, it is better to buy more oil and salt.
When she thought of this, Yang Xiaohong involuntarily loosened Fang Xiaoyue's hand.
Fang Xiaoyue took the opportunity to escape and whispered: "Auntie, don't go out in public, otherwise Uncle Eight will drag me to the streets."
After leaving these words, he left in a hurry.
On the other hand, Yang Xiaohong didn't want to scream or not scream. She could only grit her teeth and carry the small basket back, thinking that it would be a wish to give it to the two children quietly at night.
Returning to the thatched cottage, Fang Xiaoyue peeled and ate the remaining chestnuts. After filling his stomach, he lay on the bed and began to think.
As I said before, it can only be done occasionally here, and the risk is too great.
Therefore, he needs to find a more reliable way, not only to fill his stomach, but also to make money.
He guessed that if Zhang Fugui was not only well-fed but also living a good life, he might gain more destiny points after completing the main mission.
But as a 15-year-old boy, it is really difficult to find some jobs, not to mention that this is not an era of active economic activity in the future. Even if you go out to work, you can't find a place to work.
As for doing business, let alone mentioning it, it is completely seeking death.
If this were not the case, Fang Xiaoyue would weave some exquisite baskets, carrying baskets, etc., and sell them in the town or county, which might not be a way to make the first pot of gold.
After sorting out his existing abilities and materials, Fang Xiaoyue discovered that apart from the technology he brought from the original world, the only things left were the three potatoes drawn from the dice.
What can you do with three potatoes?
Can't even fill my stomach.
Besides, potatoes are not a rare thing in this era. Forsythia Village grows potatoes every year, but because they are not detoxified, the yield is not high.
Fang Xiaoyue took the three potatoes out of the dice, looked at them, and shook his head. The potatoes were huge, each like a small pot, but he couldn't take out such potatoes.
There were so many high-quality potatoes for no reason. It was strange that he was not suspected. It was more likely that he was reported for stealing high-quality seeds from the scientific research institute.
In that case, it would be a big trouble.
Besides, now we have a work-point system. We all work together. As long as we go to work, we can do more or less.
No matter how much potatoes are produced, he can't get much more.
In the end, his thoughts fell on his own technology.
If I could join a machinery factory, I would be able to make the most of my skills.
Moreover, being a worker and eating national food in Forsythia Village is definitely more than just having enough to eat. It is an iron rice bowl in everyone’s mind!
If a boy from any family is lucky enough to be admitted as a worker, returning to the village can be said to be a glorious return to his hometown and honoring his ancestors.
But thinking about it, Fang Xiaoyue could only regard it as a plan.
After all, it is too difficult to recruit workers in a place like Forsythia Village.
When recruiting workers, they first require a junior high school graduate!
Guys like Zhang Fugui who didn't even finish elementary school were eliminated immediately.
Let's put it this way, there are only two junior high school graduates in Forsythia Village, one is the captain Zhang Daniu, and the other is the clerk Zhang Jianxin.
Women directors, militia company commanders, etc. all graduated from elementary school.
No way, being able to recognize a few hundred words without blindness is considered very good these days.
Many children stay at home to help with farm work.
Putting the potato back into the dice, Fang Xiaoyue tried to put a sickle into the dice.
Well, the dice comes with a space inside it, so any inferior tool box or potato can be stored in it.
This gave him some whims. If he could put some things from this plane into the dice, wouldn't it be of great use?
But when he failed in his attempt, he realized that things in reality cannot be put into the dice, only things drawn from the dice can be put in.
As a result, he was really disappointed.
If real objects cannot be placed in the dice space, its functionality will be greatly reduced.
Of course, even so, the dice space is still very useful.
Potato is okay, but that inferior tool box would be very troublesome if someone saw it with him.
The next morning, he got up early, ate the last few chestnuts, then took the sickle and went up the mountain again.
For him, this kind of precarious life was really uncomfortable for him.
If he cannot find food when he goes up the mountain, it means he will starve.
It rained lightly at night, making the mountain road a little slippery, but the fragrance of plants that hit his face made him feel more energetic.
After going up the mountain, Fang Xiaoyue rushed straight towards the nearest trap.
As for whether it rained last night, whether the trap would work and whether the prey could be caught, he was really worried.
After bypassing the aerial roots spreading out from the two banyan trees, Fang Xiaoyue saw that the stone trap he had placed on a certain animal path had turned into a pile of junk.
As the destructive weapon of the trap, the stone has fallen to the ground, the thatch rope has become in pieces, and there are still many signs of struggle near the trap.
Obviously, the trap caught the prey.
But due to a light rain, the straw rope was soaked by the rain and became loose, and the stone fell early, allowing the prey to escape.
After searching in a circle, five of the eight traps disintegrated due to the rain, and three of them caught the prey, but the prey ran away.
But after he went in another direction, he had a surprise. His alertness came into play, and he heard a cry from a trap in the distance.
According to Zhang Fugui's memory, this should be a mountain rat!
The mountain mouse referred to here is not a simple field mouse, but a kind of mouse unique to Dalong Mountain. Its size is larger than that of house mice. It likes to eat grass seeds and wild fruits and has a clean habit. The meat is delicious and has a fruity aroma.
It is said that hundreds of years ago, this kind of mountain rat was called a small mountain rat and was sent to the palace as a tribute for the emperor to eat.
But what made those hunters in the past in vain was that this mountain rat is extremely alert and has well-developed hearing. When someone approaches, it will often quickly burrow into a hole or tree canopy.
In such a situation, even if those hunters brought hounds with them, they would only gain very little.
Worried that the trap would collapse due to the mountain rat's struggle, Fang Xiaoyue rushed over with a big stride.
Just as the mountain rat was about to get out of trouble, he caught it in his hand.
I don’t know how many good things this mountain rat has eaten. It is actually more than two circles larger than an ordinary mountain rat. It is so fat that it is almost the same size as an adult orange cat.
Fang Xiaoyue killed the mountain rat immediately after catching it.
This is also a helpless matter. This mountain rat is too flexible, and its fur is so soft that he can hardly grasp it with both hands.
After weighing it with his hands, Fang Xiaoyue showed a smile on his face. This mountain rat is worthy of the name of a small mountain dolphin. Such a one weighs at least seven or eight kilograms.
After removing the fur, bones and internal organs, there should be three or four kilograms of meat left!
For a teenager who has been hungry for a long time, this is undoubtedly a big gain!
Think about it, even a worker in the city only has 2 taels of meat coupons a month!
Fang Xiaoyue didn't eat anything good in the Three Kingdoms mini-plane. There were only two cooking methods there. One was barbecue, with a little salt sprinkled on it, and the other was boiling, with the boiled white meat also sprinkled with a little salt.
For those generals of the Three Kingdoms, this kind of meat was already a delicacy.
But for Fang Xiaoyue, who comes from a modern and affluent society, the greasy and white meat smells fishy when placed in front of her. Whoever eats it knows the taste of it.
Since it had just rained lightly, Fang Xiaoyue walked around the woods a few times and found several clusters of boletus mushrooms that had just sprouted.
Porcini mushrooms will remain a rare delicacy to future generations.
Fang Xiaoyue put the mountain rats and porcini mushrooms into the basket on his back, picked some thatch for weaving and covered it with two bundles of slightly moist dry firewood, before Fang Xiaoyue returned home.
His cover-up worked.
On the way back, I happened to meet Liu Sanmu who was herding cattle for the village.
This Liu Sanmu is a famous loudmouth in the village. He likes to spread gossip more than the three aunts and six women, and he also likes to take advantage. I heard that he often steals the corn feed for the buffaloes, but he has never been caught.
"Fugui? Why did you go up the mountain? Did you find anything good?"
