Disaster Apocalypse: Farming, Family, and My Hidden Secret Space-Chapter 190. Exception

Which family’s village chief is like theirs, considering the villagers from the bottom of their heart, even going out to borrow Silver if necessary? For a moment, the already convinced villagers felt even more supportive of the village chief.

Everyone looked gratefully at their village chief.

This was also what Old Man Hua hoped to see.

The charcoal burning business was not just empty talk. When he was young, he inadvertently heard about it. Upon returning to the village during the drought, he used all his efforts just to get water to fill his belly and survive. Later, when the village settled down, he bought ten or so acres of land, and then took over as village chief. He was so busy he hardly touched the ground, and the method of making charcoal was long forgotten.

If not for these past days of consideration, he might not have even remembered. Regardless of the result, Old Man Hua thought it was worth trying. It was no more than time-consuming and laborious—if successful, it could solve a major problem for the village—there were only benefits and no harm.

Standing by as a background alongside his family, Hua Jin was both surprised and admired his grandfather.

Grandpa’s words were well spoken, garnering a wave of goodwill and binding the whole village more closely together, evident from everyone’s looks.

As for the charcoal-making method, she’d already tried to mentally summarize it to tell her family. She hadn’t expected Grandpa to give her such a surprise.

Old Man Hua’s words stirred everyone’s emotions passionately; their feelings couldn’t calm for a long time.

Thus, there was truly nothing to worry about now; the village chief had taken everything into consideration.

"We’ll listen to the village chief," someone in the crowd took the lead, and everyone began to shout. After all, Hua Village is remote, and everyone was so excited. If others heard the loud voice, they might have thought something happened.

Eventually, it was Old Man Hua’s gesture that gradually calmed everyone down.

"Good, I knew our village people are all excellent and there are no laggards. Furthermore, I have good news to share with everyone. Chen Tian was lucky enough to discover several types of seeds, among which two can be used as food. After the autumn harvest, I’ll provide you all with two for free. There’s also something called cotton, which is very warm with just a thin layer. With it, winter won’t be as hard for everyone.

Actually, the grain seeds have already been adequately planted in greenhouses during winter. I can responsibly tell everyone that this harvest will definitely be several times more than other grains. Currently, quite a lot has been planted in my field, and they have successfully sprouted and grown seedlings. As for cotton, it was also planted on two acres after the spring harvest, and will be harvested in a few days if all goes well. The newly discovered red sweet potatoes and potatoes are not picky about soil. With care, even if the heavens turn against us, with these crops, we can persevere."

Old Man Hua’s sentence indeed stirred up waves of amazement; several times more—what a concept! You must know that the best farmland now yields only about two to three hundred pounds per acre, at most two stones. This is several times that; can people not be shocked?

"Village chief, is what you said really true? Are there truly such good things?"

It’s not that people don’t believe it; it’s mainly hard to believe.

Furthermore, the village chief brought too many surprises today. People didn’t even notice how many times they uttered the word "really."

Old Man Hua smiled, not angry at everyone’s skepticism. It was normal; without seeing it with one’s own eyes, even he wouldn’t easily believe it.

"Isn’t the autumn harvest coming soon? By then, everyone will see."

Upon hearing the village chief say this, much of the skepticism diminished, and everyone couldn’t help but fill with anticipation, awaiting the autumn harvest to see if the new foods in the village chief’s land would yield as abundantly as he said.

The cotton the village chief mentioned aroused their curiosity. If it truly was as warm as he said, winter could be much easier.

"We all listen to the village chief," everyone shouted again.

"Well, since that is so, everyone must also remember what was previously said. This year’s autumn grain, apart from being exchanged for coarse grains to fill the belly, shouldn’t be sold for money unless necessary. This year’s weather has been too abnormal; it’s better to be cautious."

Returning to the main topic, Old Man Hua couldn’t help but reiterate an old point.

"We all listen to the village chief," this time almost nobody hesitated, nodding simultaneously.

The village chief has been painstakingly worried for everyone, and nobody’s heart is made of stone.

The weather indeed is abnormal; already most were drenched in sweat, with big beads of sweat dripped down, despite the setting sun and approaching dusk. There’s no need to mention what it’s like during the day.

So, following the village chief is indeed correct; even the village elders, who are respected and experienced in the community, plan to do the same way, so there’s no reason to hesitate—a thought that made everyone nod again.

Seeing this, Old Man Hua sighed in relief and said a few more words before everyone dispersed.

...It’s too hot.

A few days later, the autumn harvest arrived.

This autumn, Hua Village was in high spirits. Even in the unbearable heat, people finished harvesting their grains early and turned their attention to the village chief’s household.

When it was finally known that the village chief’s red sweet potatoes and potatoes yielded a thousand pounds per acre, the whole of Hua Village was in an uproar, including the Hua sisters’ family who came to help.

Thus, whether it was the Hua sisters or the villagers, under the persuasion of the village chief (father), half of the land for the next season’s crops was allocated for sweet potatoes and potatoes.

After all...such yields are hard to resist!

Regarding the cotton, when everyone saw the spinnable white clusters, they couldn’t contain their excitement. If it wasn’t the wrong season, they’d already be tempted to plant.

However, under the persuasion of the village chief, preparations were made to clear lands at the foot of the mountains for planting in March next year.

The village chief’s land was much larger, but they would have to clear land at the foothills. Without clearing, they wouldn’t have land to plant.

Subsequently, grain storage, including the Hua sisters’, wasn’t immediately sold as in previous years; it was either stored or converted to coarse grains.

Old Man Hua, seeing all his thoughts were not in vain, felt relieved and gratified.

Then, another half month of heat continued, quickly leading into October; usually by this time, it would already be cold. Though cotton clothes might not yet be worn, layers were usually added.

But the temperature remained high, wearing only single clothes, with surrounding river levels continuously dropping. Just as anxiety began to set in, a heavy October mid-month rain relieved everyone.

At the same time, temperatures plummeted suddenly; although the sharp drop made people briefly uncomfortable, at least normal weather returned.

Yet with no transition, a massive snowstorm followed, dropping temperatures to below twenty degrees Celsius negative, marking the coldest period here even before late October.

The intense cooling made those who initially felt relieved to worry again. Initially hopeful upon seeing precipitation and cooling, thoughts of selling grain were curbed.

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