So she drove to the station.
"Director Feng, I really have no choice now. I can't harvest the seventy acres of wheat by myself.
Director Feng, can we find someone outside to help?"
Feng Baoshan nodded, "It's possible, but it's hard to find people now.
Xiao Su, how much wheat are you planning to keep this time?"
"Three thousand pounds will be enough. The rest will be given to the collective."
"Alright, you don't need to worry anymore. I'll find people to work, and you'll only get three thousand pounds."
Yuanyuan nodded, "I have no objections. Thank you, Director Feng."
"No need to be so polite. This is next year's seed wheat."
Yuanyuan went to find Accountant Zhang, collected the money for the six thousand five hundred pounds of wheat, and the fertilizer money. She was smiling all the way home because she didn't have to work herself to exhaustion anymore.
This burden is off. She can help out on the side, and when the corn is ripe, she'll pick the corn cobs herself.
