It's really hard to just farm peacefully.

Chapter 341

Jiang Yan and his men were not needed to escort the people. The manager urged his men to quickly load the food onto the trucks so they could return to the village, while he himself took other people to the county town.

This time, the Fu family finally took the security of Dongshan Village seriously and sent two guards to stay there permanently the next day.

Strictly speaking, it is not to ensure the safety of the people in Dongshan Village. The guards' duty is to quickly notify the people in Tiankeng Mountain and the people in the county when encountering emergencies.

But what did it matter? The people of Tiankeng Mountain weren't going to move away anytime soon, and Dongshan Village's security was largely covered by others, and they didn't even need to provide food. If something went wrong, it would give them more time to escape, right?

Initially, the villagers were concerned about whether they could keep the jobs they had secured after this incident. After all, there was the risk and hassle of food being stolen along the way, and they felt more at ease letting someone with greater military prowess take over. However, after waiting for several days, the jobs remained unchanged.

It was not until many months later that Jiang Yan learned that the Fu Mansion was extremely short of staff. There were not many people able to work in Rongcheng County, and many had to be transferred to other places. There was no extra manpower to take over the task of transporting grain, especially when nothing had happened to the people in Dongshan Village.

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After everyone spent five or six days harvesting the mature millet in the field, threshing it, drying it and bagging it, Jiang Yan finally had time to take care of her No. 1 field and the reed field. During this time, she entrusted the weeding, watering and insect catching to Jiang Li and his two companions.

Jiang Yan was actually not used to calling sorghum "Luo Luo". Before, except when talking to Manager Hao San and others outside, she would pay special attention to it. In the village, people always called sorghum "Gao Liang" or "Sorghum Lu Luo" together.

There are outsiders in the village now, so we have to be careful.

People in Dongshan Village, such as Jiang Wang, cannot understand Jiang Yan's inexplicable caution. After all, the same thing may have a new name in other counties, but this is not important.

Jiang Yan had just gone to the fields and came running back. Standing in front of the group of elderly people who were watching over the millet harvest in Fenggu, he excitedly announced, "We have cotton! I've planted cotton!"

After Jiang Yan finished speaking, she couldn't help but hum the melody of "Today is a Good Day".

"Good, good, congratulations on growing cotton!"

The people in Dongshan Village didn't know what the cotton Jiang Yan was talking about was, but seeing how happy she was, they still congratulated her and praised her.

Only after Jiang Yan regained her composure did Jiang Wang ask, "So, what is cotton?"

What is cotton? Cotton is a crop that can be used to fill bedding and clothing. It is more durable and more insulated than reed catkins.

Jiang Yan longed for the good old days when she no longer had to wear reed-feather jackets that looked thick but actually let in air and trapped heat. "When there's enough cotton, we can sew several sets of cotton-padded jackets and trousers, wash and dry them, and wear them year after year. We won't have to go out every year to pick reed-feathers."

"You still have to pick up the reed fluff; it's very useful for starting a fire." Jiang Wang was delighted after hearing Jiang Yan's description. Although the corners of his mouth kept rising, he still had to stay sober. "Jiang Yan, take me to see it quickly."

"I'll go as well."

"I'll go as well."

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The people present had no intention of winnowing the millet. This job could be done at any time, but it was more important to look after the cotton.

When everyone gathered around Jiang Yan's small cotton field (Field A), and saw that the round ball that was originally thought to be the fruit had cracked into two small holes, revealing a small piece of white flocs inside, questions were thrown to Jiang Yan again.

The most critical question was, "How warm is this cotton? You haven't even planted half an acre of it. Is it enough to make a cotton coat?"