Rebirth in the 60s: A Path to Counterattack-Chapter 96 - 0. Angry (Collected 3200+)

It was hard to convince him to agree, how could Shuzhen dare to say no?

She hurriedly nodded repeatedly: Yes, yes, right, right, everything the child’s dad says is correct, I will definitely abide by it carefully and execute it meticulously.

Putting personal safety and health first, ensuring your peace of mind comes first, and foraging for food comes second.

Upon hearing her words, Lianshan was finally completely relieved.

Successfully bringing this ’foraged’ food to light, Shuzhen inwardly gave herself a big V-sign.

Yes, from today onwards, whatever the production team harvests, she’ll quietly accelerate that in secret at home. And then using the excuse of ’foraging’, it’s only natural that the food just keeps accumulating, isn’t it?

Of course, while ’foraging’ for food, she can take the opportunity to go into the mountains, gather some pine nuts and hazelnuts. Then go to Hazel Wood Hill to get some soil with mushroom mycelium to slowly cultivate at home. Come across perennial herb seedlings, dig up a few to take home, encourage their growth and age them when she has time, wouldn’t that be another reasonable way to make money!

With these powers that can control and accelerate plant growth in hand, Shuzhen doesn’t worry at all about personal safety.

In the lush forest, let alone those with malicious intent, even encountering a man-eating tiger, she confidently believes she could be a supernatural-powered heroine defeating tigers!

Earlier, Lianshan kept a close watch, not easily allowing her into the mountains.

Since marriage, only the mushroom picking trip went smoothly.

Now, she’s waited till he works from dawn to dusk, isn’t she free to do as she pleases?

Every time Lianshan leaves, she follows right after. Taking advantage of the members harvesting in the fields, she enters the mountains when there’s no one on the road.

With her powers in hand, she doesn’t need to go deep into the mountains or search all over like others.

It doesn’t matter if it’s deciduous or red pine, finding a suitable pine tree that can activate her powers is sufficient.

Of course, under the same conditions, trees that are older and already have many pine cones are more time-saving and efficient.

Not to mention additional weight from directly picking pine cones, drying them one by one then extracting pine nuts back home. The most troublesome thing is these pine nuts, hazelnuts, etc. will be organized for gathering by the production team after the autumn harvest, thus belonging to public property.

Extensive fruitful pine and hazel forests are guarded by designated forest personnel.

So boldly drying pine cones in the yard, if discovered, is definitely undermining *socialist* interests.

If truly caught, she can’t claim the yield wasn’t from undermining, but solely by her supernatural powers. Everyone knows better than to choose between being educated or dissected for research, right?

Wanting pine nuts, but still desiring ease and secrecy, Shuzhen must meticulously hone her control over the powers.

After thousands of trials, her control over the powers is now shockingly precise.

With a light step, she enters a forest about ten years old, the female trees have plenty of pine cones but can’t produce good pine nuts.

Once confirming no one is around, she places her basket at the tree base.

She takes a grass-woven cushion from the basket, sits at the root, gently leaning against the trunk, eyes squinting as if resting.

The pine cones on the tree she leaned against visibly grew, matured.

Then the pine tree, typically praised for resilience and indomitability by countless poets, now with drooping branches directed towards the basket, the pine cones burst open in a cascade. Miraculously they don’t scatter, neatly flowing like water into the basket.

When all the pine nuts fell, the pine tree straightened as before, with seemingly unchanged small futile cones.

Leaning against the pine tree, Shuzhen opened her eyes, wiped sweat from her brow and tip of her nose, smiling with satisfaction.

As the ancients said, with enough effort, one can grind an iron rod into a needle. It seems using supernatural powers is just the same.

Covering the pine nuts with the cushion, she similarly collects wild rice or amaranth seeds for concealment.

Snacks and chicken feed are ready, perfect!

Naturally, if she encounters wild chickens or rabbits, she won’t hesitate to act.

Bring the wild chickens back for company with her four at home, rabbits are directly given to her husband.

If asked later, she’ll say she bought them from an old hunter of another village who couldn’t bear to eat them.

Living near the forest gives this advantage, many hunting for personal transactions sneakily sell for extra cash instead of low-priced collection stations.

Precisely controlled powers plus reasonable explanations, coupled with Lianshan’s trust, Shuzhen perfectly plays ’hiding in plain sight’.

Until before the frost when harvesting cabbages, Lianshan was surprised to find: after digging for three days with his brother Lian Hai and brother-in-law Ning Jianshe, there’s no space left?!

The cellar of three meters square two and a half meters deep is fully occupied by willow baskets.

Basket after basket holds potatoes, corn, sorghum, soybeans—all autumn harvest crops the production team collected, their family has them all.

Even the few fields for oil extraction soybeans, their cellar has two baskets with roughly a hundred fifty-sixty pounds.

Corn, potatoes, sorghum, each with five to six baskets, about four hundred pounds.

Hazelnuts and pine nuts also five baskets, neatly arranged.

The most abundant are grass seeds not even in baskets, just directly poured into the cellar covering with some wheat straw.

Seeing this initially, Lianshan was almost aggravated.

Yet due to absolute trust, he never considered she might be undermining *socialism*.

Only pondering: this much grain, even sweeping the blade on the field collecting bit by bit, can’t be done so quickly.

The endless trips collecting vehicle spills along the roads, Shuzhen must’ve trodden many paths, exerted great effort.

Moreover, pine nuts and hazelnuts are mountain-grown, picking or shelling or carrying them home isn’t simple or easy either...

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