"Dad, I'll listen to you," Hua Chengtian agreed.
"Jin'er, you're saying the disaster will start from your birthday next year."
Hua Jinchong nodded, "That's what I dreamed."
"Then we still have a year," the old man Hua murmured to himself and then looked at his son, "After the autumn harvest, plant more than half of the land with sweet potatoes."
Sweet potatoes have a high yield. The output from a single mu of land is enough to feed our family for a long time. With six to seven mu of land, food for a year or two shouldn't be a worry. The fine grains from the remaining plots will also suffice for our daily needs.
As for taxes, the old man Hua doesn't plan to pay with grain anymore but directly with money. Currently, they can still afford the tax money.
