Chapter 125: The Famine Problem


    Trantor: Dragon Boat Trantion Editor: Dragon Boat Trantion


    Even with his knowledge of the situation, he couldn’t directly report it, as hecked concrete evidence.


    He only knew the actual production from the vigers. Only the grain that was handed in was recorded. If those who exaggerated the production did not admit it, then he would have no way to punish the person who lied about the grain production.


    Jiang Xia sighed, “This year, our only hope lies with the country. Whether it’snd distribution or opening up new fields, all of it takes time. Autumn harvest is almost here, so any strategy now would be futile. We can only hope for arger portion of grain to be left after handing it over, or depend on the vige head to apply for relief grain. Otherwise, this winter will be tough.”


    Shen Mo pondered for a moment before continuing to ask, “What do you mean by ‘opening up new fields’?”


    “You’ve been travelling around recently, so you must have seen the barren hills around our vige. If there’s a chance, we could consider developing these barren hills. Regardless of how much grain we could eventually grow, if thend area for cultivation is expanded by developing these barren hills, it would present an opportunity to increase the yield no matter what we nt.”


    Having already said so much, Jiang Xia didn’t hold back. She answered whatever Shen Mo asked.


    Just as Shen Mo was about to ask about seeds, they heard the sound of a donkey cart in the distance.


    Jiang Xia also heard it, turned to look, and saw Xiao Wu driving a donkey cart with the vige chief and Zhou Lan. There was another donkey cart following them, although she couldn’t clearly see the driver, it looked like Uncle Li from next door.


    In no time, the two carts arrived before them. Shen Mo swallowed the words he was about to say.


    The injured were helped onto the donkey cart. Seeing the severity of their wounds, the vige chief couldn’t help but exim, “How did you get such severe injuries?”


    Since Jiang Chuan already knew the situation, he didn’t let Wang Wen repeat it, and he recounted the events to the vige chief.


    “All! I told you it’s dangerous in the mountains, but no one listened. Now look, you’ve got such severe injuries.”


    The vige chief was truly worried as he sighed and talked. There was an unintentional note of me in his voice. Shen Mo looked up at the worried vige chief, and in the end, he didn’t say a word.


    “You’ve suffered such severe injuries. Rest in the vige for two days first and go back when your injuries are almost healed.” the Vige Chief said.


    Considering what Jiang Xia had told him, Shen Mo wanted to refuse. After all, solving the famine crisis was urgent, and they needed to report the situation as soon as possible. But the vige chief seemed to understand what Shen Mo was going to say and continued.


    “If you go back now, the journey may worsen your injuries. If it gets infected, there’s no need to rush to work. You might fall ill first,” the vige chief reasoned.


    The vige chief took a deep puff of his cigarette and asked Xiao Wu to drive straight to his house.


    The vige chief’s house was considered one of the better ones in the vige, with three brick rooms. Now that his children were away studying, an empty room served as an excellent ce for Shen Mo and his group to rest and recuperate.


    The vige doctor had been informed when the vige chief went to fetch Shen Mo and the others, so he was already waiting at the chief’s house, ready to start treatment as soon as they arrived.


    With the doctor around, there was no need for Jiang Xia’s family. They initially nned to go home, but Jiang Chuan decided to hand over the seeds directly to the vige chief for distribution.


    When Jiang Xia brought the vige chief outside, he seemed a bit confused, wondering what they were up to. Jiang Chuan passed him the seeds, “Chief, these are the seeds we’ve collected from the mountains over this period. We’ve already categorized them. Please distribute them to the vigers as a small contribution from our family to the vige.”


    The vige chief was a bit stunned, holding the bag of seeds in his hand. He hadn’t expected the Jiang family to find so many seeds and offer them to him without condition.


    “You’re giving all these seeds to the vigers?” The vige chief’s voice trembled. For them, who depended on agriculture, seeds were treasures. If sold at the supply and marketing cooperative, these seeds could fetch a good sum of money, yet the Jiang family was giving them all away.


    Seeing the vige chief’s emotional reaction, Jiang Chuan smiled, “Chief, this was our goal when we went up the mountain. Now that we’ve aplished it, it’s only natural that we fulfill our promise.”


    Tears welled up in the vige chief’s eyes, and his aged hand trembled as it gripped Jiang Chuan’s, “Jiang Chuan, I, on behalf of the vigers, thank you all..”