Siheyuan (traditional courtyard house): 52 years of farming, producing hundreds of millions of tons

Wan Ping'an has master-level culinary skills. Just by smelling the aroma, he can tell that the person who cooked the dish is terrible, and a perfectly good piece of pork has been ruined.

He had just walked past the middle courtyard when a young man appeared at the doorway carrying a rice bowl.

It was Jia Dongxu, who looked at Wan Ping'an with a cold smile.

"Isn't this the peasant Wan Ping'an?"

"You're still alive and not starving?"

"Take a look, what is this?"

"Look at this big piece of fatty meat, there's not a single lean piece, it's all glistening with oil. When you put it in your mouth, it's incredibly delicious. You've never had it before, have you?"

Jia Dongxu deliberately picked up a large piece of fatty meat.

He lifted me high and shook me.

pat!

Joy begets sorrow.

The fatty meat fell to the ground.

Jia Dongxu immediately stopped laughing.

Looking at the fatty meat on the ground, glistening with oil and emitting a fragrant aroma, should I pick it up or not?

Hahaha!

Wan Ping'an was amused on the spot.

Is Jia Dongxu here to be funny?

I'm done laughing.

Wan Ping'an snorted coldly and continued walking, ignoring the Jia family.

He had no grudge against the Jia family, but he did in a previous life.

The enemy of his predecessor is his enemy.

His predecessor suffered from depression, and the greatest credit goes to the Jia family.

"Previous self, don't worry, with me here, the Jia family will never have a good life. I will repay them tenfold for the suffering they brought you."

Wan Ping'an continued walking towards the front yard.

"Dongxu, don't pick them up anymore, just throw them away if they get dirty."

“Your dad is a level four fitter, he earns 51 yuan a month, our family can afford to throw it away.”

“Unlike the guy surnamed Wan, who can’t even get enough to eat with coarse grains, if he had a piece of meat, he would fish it out even if it fell on the toilet, let alone on the ground.”

After Wan Ping'an left.

A sarcastic voice rang out from the Jia family residence.

A plump woman, who looked to be in her forties, with a pair of triangular eyes, came to the door and looked at Wan Ping'an's back from afar.

"Mom, you're right. Wan Ping'an is a penniless wretch. Only he would pick up meat that's fallen on the ground. We won't pick it up."

Jia Dongxu nodded.

"Mom, I just saw Wan Ping'an, and he seems a little different than before."

Jia Dongxu frowned slightly.

"What could be different?"

"Never mind the guy surnamed Wan. After dinner, have your dad teach you fitter skills so that when he retires, you can take over his job at the steel rolling mill."

Madam Jia Zhang moved her plump body into the house.

Jia Dongxu followed.

"Honey, was that Wan Ping'an who just passed by?"

"Why do I feel like he's become a different person?"

There was a thin man in his early forties with a broken right eyepiece that had been taped back on. He was having dinner with his family.

"It seems to be him."

"I also feel that he has changed."

Beside the man was a woman of similar age, with shoulder-length short hair typical of that era.

It is the family of Uncle Yan Fugui.

If it weren't for the mealtime, he would definitely be waiting at the gate.

"Sigh, Wan Ping'an is quite pitiful. All the adults in his family are gone, leaving him all alone. If it weren't for his six acres of land, he wouldn't have survived."

Yan Fugui sighed.

Wan Ping'an walked out of the courtyard house and onto the street outside.

"How simple!"

"Most of the pedestrians on the street wear clothes in three colors: blue, green, and gray."

“Occasionally, a more fashionable woman might wear a floral dress, but it’s usually blue and white, which isn’t exactly outside the three main color schemes.”

"You rarely see cars, and when a bicycle does pass by, it definitely gets 100% attention."

Wan Ping'an was deeply moved.

The new society had just begun and everything was in need of rebuilding!

It was the most difficult era, but also the most hopeful.

soon.

Wan Ping'an arrived at the vegetable market.

The place was bustling with people, unlike before he traveled through time, when half the pedestrians on the street were looking down at their phones, and you couldn't even see acquaintances.

"Give me two pounds of pork belly!"

Wan Ping'an is not interested in vegetables.

He wants to eat meat.

Soon they arrived at the pork shop, took out one dollar and thirty cents, and the pork was sixty-four cents a pound, so two pounds would cost less than one dollar and thirty cents.

They only give money.

No ticket required.

It wasn't until 55, when supplies were so scarce that rationing was necessary, that ration coupons were issued, ushering in the era of ration coupons.

It's only been 50 years now, and you don't need tickets to buy anything.

I bought some more vegetables and grains.

"almost."

"It's time to go back!"

Wan Ping'an turned around and went back to the courtyard house.

Chapter 4: Farming Perception Shows Its Power, Catching Wild Ducks Barehand

Wan Ping'an was in a hurry, wanting to get back to his dormitory as soon as possible. His stomach was empty, and he wanted to cook and eat the meat he had bought as soon as possible.

"what?"

"Are there wild ducks?"

I "saw" a wild duck, and I could "see" every single feather clearly.

Do not!

It wasn't something I saw; it was a strange sensation.

It's more real than what you see.

"I understand, this is the feeling of farming."

"The farming system allows you to plant crops and raise livestock. Wild ducks can be raised, as they are recognized by the system as suitable for farming."

Wan Ping'an understood.

His unique and magical sensing ability is his ability to sense crops even when he cannot see them.

Now he senses a duck.

"Wild ducks are meat too, let's go take a look."

Ping An wasn't in a hurry to go back to the courtyard house.

If you can catch a wild duck, that would be considered a kind of wild game.

He followed the direction of his farming senses to look for wild ducks. After walking for more than ten minutes, he still couldn't see any wild ducks, but he could clearly sense them.

He came to a wild river, where there were dense aquatic plants along the banks.

There were some fishermen by the river. When they saw that Wan Ping'an hadn't brought a fishing rod, they were a little puzzled. Was he planning to catch fish empty-handed?