Disaster Apocalypse: Farming, Family, and My Hidden Secret Space-Chapter 268. Selling grain seeds on credit

The old man Zeng looked at Zeng Yong with reluctant affection, anyone would think he dearly loved this son.

Zeng Yong glanced deeply at his father, nodded without saying a word.

The old woman Hua thoughtfully observed the dozen or so outsiders, frowning at their skeletal bodies.

The grandson was right: it’s not about fearing scarcity but fearing inequality, not fearing poverty but fearing insecurity. For the peace and harmony within the valley, they must do something.

Recalling the old man’s words yesterday, she decided to speak, looking at families like Zeng and Liu: "Hua Village is just a poor village, but since everyone has come, it’s fate. We can’t just watch people die without helping, but everything must have rules; as the saying goes, no rules, no order. Surely everyone can understand this.

No one wants disasters to come; everyone’s days are very difficult. Although Hua Village was lucky enough to dodge it and looks slightly better, it’s the result of our own effort. Now that you’re here, we can’t just watch you truly starve."

The old man and the elders in the clan also discussed it; we can sell or lend certain seeds or grains to everyone at previous market prices. With the current suitable temperature, as long as there’s willingness to work, there’s hope in opening up a few acres of wasteland on the slopes. Those in need can register at the village chief’s house. As for accommodation, the environment on the mountain is not bad; if you want to build houses yourselves, it is possible, but space inside the valley is indeed limited, and everyone should understand."

"Understand, understand," as soon as the old woman’s words were spoken, many echoed her, looking at her with unanticipated joy, even the numb expressions on their faces vanished with disbelief.

"Village chief’s wife, is it true what you said?" A middle-aged man could hardly believe it and took a few steps forward, daringly asking.

This news was absolutely shocking, incredibly delightful, and at that moment, they were immensely grateful for quietly following the Sun brothers. Otherwise, how could they have found such a good place? Most importantly, the people of Hua Village didn’t have those frightening looks in their eyes, the kind that always seemed ready to dismember and devour.

Thinking of this, many couldn’t help but thank the Sun brothers. They looked fierce but were genuinely not bad, otherwise they wouldn’t have dared to follow.

As for the Zeng, Liu, and Qi families, it was a coincidence they had followed.

There weren’t many people on Qinggu Mountain originally, and although everyone didn’t speak, they were aware of each other. They lived relatively close and no matter how quietly the Sun family moved, it was easily noticeable. Secretly moving away, not to mention riding on the Sun brothers’ protection—how could one not be afraid? So, excitedly, they followed without regard, and unexpectedly, they stumbled upon Hua Village.

Though initially unwelcome, they found at least a seemingly safe environment without fear of being inadvertently stocked as food, thinking of such a scenario made everyone shiver.

Today, the village chief’s wife gave them hope, and the middle-aged man’s words were also what they wanted to say, looking anxiously at the village chief’s wife with hope.

"It’s true," a voice aged by time sounded from behind them.

"The village chief is back," the people of Hua Village shouted happily, and the old woman Hua breathed a sigh of relief; it was reassuring to hear the old man’s words.

The middle-aged man, Wei Dapeng, and the few outsiders turned to look at the old man Hua.

Old man Hua stood with a group of about a dozen in front of Wei Dapeng and the others.

"It’s true, of course, if it’s lent then the seeds must be returned double after harvest. No problem, come to register at my place this afternoon," he affirmed once more.

The old wife said these people being able to come into the valley was a fate with Hua Village, looking at their skeletal forms, even a tough man like old Hua couldn’t help but sympathize.

The important thing is that only if they have their own grain will there be no ill intentions. Since they have entered, for the safety of the villagers, they must not be let out easily until it’s certain their intentions align with Hua Village. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

Old man Hua never attended school, but understood one principle: one can guard against thieves for a thousand days, but it’s impossible to guard against thieves for a thousand days; solving the problem from the root prevents calamity, though their village isn’t afraid with so many people.

"No problem, no problem," Wei Dapeng and the others nodded with surprise.

Entering the valley was already an unexpected joy, and having a personal cave to live in, compared to their previous environment, they felt quite content.

With warmer temperatures as the woman previously said, as long as one isn’t lazy, one won’t starve; but nothing compares to having grain. Wei Dapeng and the others were excessively excited.

In their excitement, they didn’t know how to express gratitude, instinctively kneeling and knocking on the ground.

"Thank you, village chief, thank you, village chief, thank you everyone, thank you for providing us with a way to survive."

A dozen or so men and women who came hoping to find work in the valley spoke excitedly.

The sound of heads thudding on the ground truly struck everyone’s hearts, hitting hard—they were genuinely grateful, not feigning.

Some soft-hearted ones couldn’t help but step forward to stop them, worried the already hungry and frail might accidentally injure their necks.

This scene was heart-wrenching, old Hua and several elders from Hua Village who accompanied him rushed forward to pull these people up.

Everyone sighed, blaming natural disasters, feeling that lending some help where possible was appropriate.

Except for a few who looked to be extreme cases, the rest seemed decent enough; as long as they worked hard, the few months of buffer time should be sufficient for them to gather enough grain, supplemented with wild vegetables from the mountains, survival should be assured.

"Hey! Everyone stand up, we understand your feelings; even though the land inside the valley has been cultivated by our village, there are still plenty of slopes on the southwest and north side of the mountain. As long as you exert effort, you can definitely yield food."

"Thank you, thank you, we will definitely work hard," Wei Dapeng said excitedly.

"Indeed, as long as you work, there’s a chance to fill your stomach; if you don’t, there’s no chance whatsoever."

"Alright, you discuss with your families and come over to register later. As village chief, I’ll provide the seeds on my side."

The proposal was initiated by old Hua himself; he never intended for the villagers to foot the bill.

Upon hearing the village chief’s words, everyone understood the intention; for a united community like Hua Village, no one wanted to let the village chief bear the burden alone.

The disaster had lasted over a year, and they lived comfortably because of following the village chief; one shouldn’t constantly let the village chief suffer on their behalf.

Honestly, given the grain each household stored—even with plenty of feasting—it would last two to three years; not to mention the preserved meats and smoked products they’d accumulated from hunting in recent times.

With only a dozen or so families, even with lent grain, it wouldn’t be much per household, yet if the village chief provided it alone, it would be quite substantial.

People’s hearts are made of flesh, seeing the village chief who worked so hard for Hua Village, no one could let the village chief’s family bear the burden alone.

The first to disagree were the clan elders, including elders like Hua Sanshan, Hua Dexin, and Meng Laocai.

"Not appropriate, Hua Village is a whole, everyone should contribute."

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