Chapter 2900

Yan Zhixin was furious. "Yan Xiaopang, you bullied my sister! I’ll hit you."

She threw a punch. Xiaopang, naturally unwilling to back down, fought back.

Kids fighting was nothing unusual, but Yan Xiwan’s crying had been heard by Wang Suyao.

Several adults rushed over. Seeing the red marks on Yan Xiwan’s face, they were speechless.

"You trouble-making boy, causing trouble again!" Liu Fang, Xiaopang’s mother, stepped forward to scold him.

"Sister Liu Fang, please don’t hit the child," Wang Suyao urged quickly. "Xiaopang probably just wanted to play with Guai Guai. Children don’t know their own strength."

Wang Suyao felt heartbroken for her daughter’s innocent suffering, but she was reasonable. Xiaopang was only seven, an age for being wild and playful.

"Xiaopang, do you like your little sister?" Wang Suyao asked gently.

Xiaopang saw the red marks on Yan Xiwan’s face and realized her mistake. she lowered her head guiltily. "I like sister. She is pretty. I just wanted to play, not bully her."

"Auntie knows Xiaopang is a good boy. But sister is very small. Her skin is tender. If you use force, she gets hurt," Wang Suyao explained softly.

Xiaopang thought for a moment, then looked at Yan Xiwan. "Sister, I didn’t mean it. Sorry."

Yan Xiwan blinked her eyes. Her innocent look was incredibly cute. In her heart, she had already forgiven this big brother. After all, she hadn’t meant to hurt her, even though her pinching had felt very uncomfortable.

Wang Suyao picked up Yan Xiwan. "Guai Guai, shall we forgive Brother Xiaopang?"

Yan Xiwan smiled at Wang Suyao. Wang Suyao laughed out loud, then said to Xiaopang, "Okay, Guai Guai has forgiven you. But Xiaopang, don’t pinch Guai Guai’s face again."

"Okay." Xiaopang nodded seriously, agreeing with Wang Suyao.

The adults returned to work. Yan Zhixin stayed behind to watch over his sister along with Yan Xiaopang and Yan Zhishan.

Yan Zhicheng was digging for wild vegetables nearby. With autumn harvest over, vegetables would soon disappear. He wanted to gather some now, dry them, and eat them in winter. This was common wisdom for poor families.

After finishing work on the collective fields, Yan Tieniu and Wang Suyao prepared to tend to their two acres of reclaimed wasteland.

These were mountain plots, suitable for taro, yams, and sweet potatoes. Yan Tieniu had planted these crops.

The two adults prepared to harvest, while the children could help pick up the produce.

Wang Suyao placed Yan Xiwan in a cool, dry spot by the field, then began working.

Yan Xiwan could now sit up. Sitting on the ground, she casually grabbed a withered sweet potato vine nearby. Then, as if remembering something, she giggled and slapped the ground with her palm.

Suddenly, the entire patch of earth flipped over. Everyone just needed to pick up the fruits underneath.

Yan Tieniu and Wang Suyao were stunned. They looked at each other. Wang Suyao went to pick up Yan Xiwan, while Yan Tieniu suppressed his shock. He turned to his three sons.

"Today’s events must stay secret. If you tell anyone, people will come to harm your sister."

The three brothers were also stunned. They didn’t understand how their sister did it, but they knew one thing: they couldn’t do it.

"Dad, don’t worry. I will watch over Cao Tou and Yang Tian. I won’t let them speak," Yan Zhicheng said.

"No need for brother to watch me. I won’t betray sister either," Yan Zhixin said seriously.

In her heart, Yan Zhixin felt proud. her sister having such ability was her talent. If they told others and someone harmed her, they wouldn’t enjoy this blessing. So, they would never speak of it.

Yan Zhishan covered his mouth with both hands. "Dad, Big Brother, Second Brother, don’t worry. I won’t say anything either."

Yan Tieniu rubbed each son’s head. "Good boys. You are responsible men."

"Yes, we are men. We will protect sister," the three brothers nodded seriously.

Wang Suyao held Yan Xiwan, looking at her innocent eyes. "Guai Guai, don’t use this skill in front of others. It is dangerous."

Wang Suyao didn’t care if Yan Xiwan could understand. To her, an unusual child would surely understand.

In fact, although Yan Xiwan couldn’t speak yet, she could understand. She just didn’t understand worldly wisdom.

Even though he had lived for a hundred years, those years were spent in Zhu Yanyi’s belly. Yan Aohan and Zhu Yanyi always talked to him, helping him understand some things, but he hadn’t experienced the real world.

Because she hadn’t experienced it, she was a blank slate in life and social matters.

Yan Xiwan’s action earlier was simply to help her parents in this life. She owed them her life, so she wanted to make their lives easier. She didn’t expect to cause them worry.

Yan Xiwan understood Wang Suyao meant well. She gave Wang Suyao a cute smile, indicating she understood.

Wang Suyao placed Yan Xiwan back down. Others continued picking up the crops.

Sweet potatoes, potatoes, and yams could all fill bellies. Since this was their own reclaimed mountain land, they didn’t need to hand over the produce. It was all theirs.

Of course, this wouldn’t be allowed outside. Randomly reclaiming mountain land violated public interest.

But in Yanjia Village, everyone turned a blind eye. It wasn’t just Yan Tieniu’s family reclaiming land; others did too, usually two or three acres, never exceeding five.

Since it was mountain land, everyone kept it hidden. Over the years, this ensured everyone could at least fill their bellies.

"Let’s work harder. Let’s finish harvesting today. I’ll transport it home tonight. Tomorrow, I’ll drive the tractor to plow the team’s fields," Yan Tieniu said.

"Good," Wang Suyao nodded. "You plow tomorrow. I’ll come early to tidy this land, then go to work. After work, I’ll come back to tidy up. I want to plant yellow sprouts and Chinese cabbage while there’s still time, so we can eat them in winter."

Yellow sprouts and Chinese cabbage could be eaten in winter.

"Okay," Yan Tieniu nodded. After autumn harvest, winter would come, and it would get cold. "Let’s plant one acre of yellow sprouts, Chinese cabbage, and lettuce. For the remaining acre, I plan to plant rapeseed."

Rapeseed could be pressed for oil, but they couldn’t plant too much. If discovered, it might be seen as hedonism.

But with one acre of rapeseed, they could harvest two or three hundred jin. Pressed at a three-to-one ratio, they’d get seventy or eighty jin of oil. Used sparingly, it would last the family a year.

"Okay," Wang Suyao agreed. Their cooking oil was currently rapeseed oil.

That day, the couple harvested everything from the mountain.

Thanks to Yan Xiwan’s help, they only needed to pick up the crops, not dig. This sped things up significantly.

Although Yan Zhicheng and his brothers were young, picking up crops was no problem. The family of five harvested all the underground crops from the two acres.

After storing the food in their private cellar, Yan Tieniu relaxed. "It feels like our harvest of sweet potatoes, potatoes, and yams is thirty percent better than previous years."

"I think this is largely due to your daughter," Wang Suyao said thoughtfully.

Yan Tieniu, who had previously doubted, now believed it after seeing his daughter’s ability today.

After washing up and returning to the room, Yan Tieniu looked at her sleeping daughter with tenderness. "Suyao, our daughter will likely have a great destiny. No matter what, we must raise her well. We can’t let her go astray."

"She won’t go astray," Wang Suyao smiled. "I’m watching her."

Yan Tieniu knew his wife’s capabilities, so he smiled satisfactorily.

Next, the Yan Tieniu family remained busy. They needed to plow the fields. After plowing, they would plant new crops according to the brigade’s schedule, including rapeseed and soybeans. These would be harvested in spring. Then, they could plant spring wheat or spring rice, harvested in summer, followed by another autumn harvest.

In good years, harvests weren’t bad. But recent years lacked sufficient rain, reducing yields.

Once all tasks were done, it was time to hand over the public grain.

After handing over the grain, everyone would prepare for the New Year.

Winter arrived, and brigade work decreased.

However, for those earning work points, this wasn’t good. No work meant no points, and no points meant no money at year-end.

But Yanjia Village was peaceful and accustomed to this life. In these times, not starving was the greatest blessing.

After handing over grain, they would slaughter the New Year pig, then celebrate the New Year.

Slaughtering the pig meant distributing pork.

On this day, money and pork were distributed based on each family’s annual work points.

In Yan Tieniu’s family, Yan Tieniu earned a full ten points daily. Wang Suyao, having given birth this year, worked after her confinement, but the brigade showed care, so she earned eight points daily.

With the children helping during holidays, earning one or two points, the family accumulated over 250 work points for the year.

Each point was worth five cents. They earned over one hundred yuan for the year.

This was a huge sum for the era, not to mention the pork distribution.

With over 250 points, they received a little over twenty-five jin of pork.