I became a farmer in the apocalypse.

Qiu Mei bit her lip and told him her troubles, "Brother Chen, I'm out of food. Potatoes can be a staple food, could you buy me a couple more pounds?"

Seeing her like this, Chen Jiqi couldn't bear to say anything more. He directly weighed out more than four catties of potatoes, paid 258 points, gave three catties to Qiu Mei, and took more than one catty for himself to take back.

I also went to the grain and oil store and bought ten catties of grain for Qiumei, which cost me 500 points.

This should be enough for her to eat for more than half a month.

Qiu Mei carried the rice and potatoes happily.

"Brother Chen, you're so kind."

"Of course."

After all, he was going to marry Qiu Mei. However, he hadn't told his mother, Zhao Yongxiang, about the marriage yet, and he would wait for a suitable opportunity later.

"Brother Chen, don't worry, I'll find a way to sell the dolls, and I'll earn points soon," Qiu Mei said confidently.

Chen Jiqi believed in Qiu Mei.

Qiu Mei is a smart and down-to-earth person; she will definitely earn points in the future.

"Qiu Mei, don't work too hard. If things get really bad, I'm here for you."

After escorting Qiu Mei back to her apartment complex, Chen Jiqi returned to his own home.

Zhao Yongxiang was busy cooking in her tiny two-square-meter kitchen when she saw Chen Jiqi return. She quickly asked:

"Jiqi, did you buy any rice? The rice bucket is empty."

"Out of rice?"

Chen Jiqi was taken aback and went over to take a look.

There was indeed no rice left in the rice bucket, just a tiny bit.

"Mom, weren't you the one who always bought the rice for the family before?" Chen Jiqi asked.

He never cared about these things before; there was always rice in the rice bucket at home, and there was never a situation where there was no rice.

Zhao Yongxiang glared at him. "The savings your father left behind were all spent years ago. Where am I supposed to get points to add to my account?"

Chen Jiqi was stunned.

Seeing Chen Jiqi's reaction, Zhao Yongxiang instantly understood, her eyes widening in surprise as she asked:

"So, all that rice we had before wasn't bought by you, but by Jiang Tang?!"

Chen Jiqi remained silent for a moment.

Actually, he didn't know that the rice in the house had always been provided by Jiang Tang. He thought that Jiang Tang only earned a few hundred points a month, so where would she get the money to buy rice?

Seeing her son's expression, Zhao Yongxiang understood everything. She muttered in disbelief, "How could this happen..."

Logically speaking, since Jiang Tang doesn't have a job, it should be her son who buys the grain. But unexpectedly, it turns out that Jiang Tang has been the one buying the grain for the family all these years...

"Where did Jiang Tang get the money to buy rice? Did she earn it with the dolls she made?" Zhao Yongxiang asked.

Chen Jiqi nodded, "It should be."

Jiang Tang must have made a lot of money selling dolls, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to support her family of three.

"What about your salary? Over the years, since you haven't used your salary to buy food for your family, you should have accumulated quite a few points," Zhao Yongxiang said.

Chen Jiqi was taken aback upon hearing this.

A few seconds later, he realized that he did have points, but he didn't seem to have accumulated much because he had to help Qiu Mei by renting a house for her, buying her food, clothes, and shoes.

"Mom, Qiu Mei has it tough being all alone. I rented a place for her and buy her food every month," he said truthfully.

Anyway, Qiu Mei is going to marry into the family, so Zhao Yongxiang has to know about Qiu Mei's existence and her situation.

"What?"

Zhao Yongxiang's expression changed drastically.

"Doesn't Qiu Mei have a job? Why does she need you to support her?"

Chen Jiqi: "Qiu Mei is in poor health, and no one wants to hire her, so it's hard for her to find a job."

Zhao Yongxiang pressed her temples.

She knew her son couldn't let go of Qiu Mei, but she never expected Chen Jiqi to go to such lengths for her.

No wonder Jiang Tang argued with him every few days, and eventually stopped arguing altogether, becoming like a stranger to Chen Jiqi, not saying a word to him for a whole day.

Zhao Yongxiang sighed, "Since you've made up your mind about Qiumei, then bring her over and settle down. There's no need to rent a place outside anymore."

"Since Qiu Mei is not in good health, let her take good care of herself first. She will recover eventually."

Chen Jiqi looked up in surprise upon hearing this, "Mom, you agreed?"

What could Zhao Yongxiang possibly disagree with?

Her own son is completely devoted to Qiu Mei, and has even divorced her. How could she possibly force them apart? She might end up making her son despise her.

Moreover, she hoped that Chen Jiqi could have children soon. In the past, when Chen Jiqi and Jiang Tang were together, they would stay in the same room all day without saying a word to each other, which almost exhausted her.

It would be better to replace it with Qiu Mei.

Chen Jiqi and Qiu Mei were childhood sweethearts, and their old feelings were hard to forget. Besides, she knew Qiu Mei well; she was a good girl with no bad intentions. It was just that she had missed her chance with her son before. If they missed their chance, they could get back together.

Chen Jiqi was naturally pleased.

I was thinking I'd have to find a suitable opportunity to bring this up, but I didn't expect my mother to agree so quickly.

"Mom, don't worry, Qiumei and I will definitely give you a big, healthy son."

"Alright, let's eat first."

On the table were two bowls of rice and a large bowl of pig's trotter soup.

The pig's trotters were the same ones Jiang Li brought last time. There were two in total. Zhao Yongxiang kept them frozen in the refrigerator and couldn't bear to eat them. Today is the middle of the month, so she finally took one out to supplement her nutrition.

While eating, Zhao Yongxiang reminded Chen Jiqi, "Remember to buy some rice tomorrow."

"it is good."

-

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

The spring breeze is gentle, and the sunshine is just right.

In the fields, in Jiang Li's vegetable garden.

Jiang Yan and Lin An are harvesting soybeans.

The soybeans in this field were ripened by Jiang Ligang. In fact, soybeans are also called edamame. Once edamame is fully ripe, dried, and hardened, it becomes soybeans.

Right now, the soybeans in the field have been forced to grow yellow by Jiang Li, and the pods have turned brown, so they can be harvested directly.

After harvesting, dry the fruit in the sun, and then you can process it.

"Sis, these soybeans you planted have so many pods!"

This soybean is almost covered with pods! There are at least four or five hundred of them, densely packed together!

Just this one plant, I wonder how many soybeans it can produce, probably more than a pound!

"First, cut the beans and spread them out on the ground to dry. Dry them for an afternoon today, and another day tomorrow, and then you can thresh them."

As she spoke, Jiang Li returned to the safe house, picked out thirty pounds of tomatoes that she had sorted out that morning, neatly stacked them in two baskets, and left with the baskets.

"Sis, where are you going?" Jiang Yan asked.

"I'm going to sell vegetables at bus stop number 13. I want to sell some tomatoes."

This field area has 150 plots, covering an area of ​​three to four kilometers. Even if many plots are still vacant, based on a vacancy rate of one-third, for a family of four, this area would have at least four to five hundred people.

There is also a military camp nearby, with more than fifty soldiers in the camp.

Instead of transporting them to a safe zone to sell, it's better to sell some locally; someone will definitely buy them.

Seeing Jiang Li leave with the basket, Lin An put down his work and followed her.

"Sister Lin! Aren't you going to help me cut soybeans anymore?" Jiang Yan asked.

Lin An didn't even turn his head. "You cut it yourself."

Her primary task wasn't harvesting soybeans, but keeping an eye on Jiang Li.

Jiang Yan: "..."

Okay!

He bent over, sickle in hand, and continued to harvest soybeans all by himself, while also clearing out and burying the mutated soybeans.