A Small Farmer Girl 's Story of Making a Fortune by Farming

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Just after the Mid-Autumn Festival, the children carried their small baskets and gathered under the big pear tree at the entrance of the village, waiting for the adults to share the pears.

　　This old pear tree has existed for hundreds of years. It is no longer known who planted it. Therefore, this pear tree is considered to be collectively owned by the villagers.

　　Every autumn, strong men would climb up the tree, pick all the pears and share them with the children.

　　Shen Yao didn't know what kind of pear tree it was. In her previous life, she had eaten Dangshan pears, Crown pears, Snow pears, and Ya pears, but she had never seen pears from this tree.

　　This pear is relatively large and round, with a thick green skin with yellow spots. The flesh is also thick, not as delicate as later varieties, but the taste is not bad, juicy and sweet.

　　Si Xuanzhi lived in the dormitory of the county school and came home every ten days. Counting the days, tomorrow was the day he would return home, so Shen Yao took the initiative to ask for his share and sent it to Si's house.

　　He scooped water from the bucket, washed three pears, and handed one to Mrs. Wu and Shen Hongmei respectively. Then Shen Yao held the pear and began to eat it.

　　Life was tight, so we didn't peel the pears when we ate them. We just gnawed off the peel with our teeth, chewed up the juice, and then spitted out the peel residue. The remaining pear cores were thrown into the pigsty as snacks for the pigs, so there was really no waste at all.

　　The piglet had been captured and raised for more than four months, and with Shen Yao's diligence in cutting grass for the pigs, it had now grown to nearly 100 kilograms.

　　Thinking back on these days, she would check on the pigs two or three times a day to see if they had enough grass to eat and if they had grown.

　　Mrs. Wu laughed at her and said that she treated the little piglet more attentively than her younger brothers and sisters.

　　The autumn harvest was finally over, the rice had been harvested, the grains had been threshed and stored in the warehouse, and the temperature began to drop day by day. Old man Shen felt the wind coming in through the cracks in the wall and discussed with his sons about starting to build a house.

　　If we speed up, we can move into the new house before winter.

　　The wood that Old Man Shen had cut earlier had already dried thoroughly, and the stone blocks ordered from the stone factory, and the blue bricks and green tiles ordered from the kiln factory had all been brought back. They were just waiting for an auspicious day to break ground.

　　Shen Yao still remembers that on the day when the blue bricks were brought back, many villagers came to watch the fun, and each of them could not hide the envy in their eyes.

　　In addition to envy, there is more curiosity.

　　It was obvious that the Shen family was as poor as theirs, and even worse than theirs. Since when did the Shen family gradually get better off, until now they have built a big house with green bricks and tiles.

　　The Shen family only has this old ancestral foundation. If they want to build a house, they need to demolish the current dilapidated house and build a house on the original foundation.

　　The old house had to be demolished, and the people had to move out. But the Shen family, with such a large family, couldn't even build a shack to live in. And with five children, the house was already messy when moving, and it would be no fun if they bumped into each other and fell.