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"Yes, Village Chief," a man beside him nodded. "Your cellar is filled with watermelons, grapes, and the first batch of raisins we just harvested last week. Following your instructions, we distributed them throughout the village and even sent a lot to your three brothers' families. We simply have no more room in the fields; we can't let them rot there, can we?"
"Hey, what about the potatoes and cabbages? What are we supposed to eat?" Xu Li glared, and Alexei quickly smiled apologetically. "Well, our village has plenty of those. Every household takes turns sending them; you don’t need to grow them yourself."
"Alright, alright," he waved his hand. "Call your wives over and see who else is free. Let's harvest the ripe watermelons from the greenhouse and take them to the Dining Hall to chill for everyone. This time, we won’t keep track."
"Thank you, Village Chief!"
"Thank you, Uncle!"
"Thank you, Village Chief Grandpa!"
A few young boys and girls grabbed the baskets by their feet and dashed out of the Village Chief's House, laughing as they headed home. Just as Alexei was about to call out to someone, he spotted his little girl pressed against the glass of the Village Chief's House, munching on snacks and making faces at herself. He chuckled and went off to find people to help with the watermelon harvest.
That evening, he had just brought a slaughtered reindeer and some beef cattle from the ranch when he passed by a truck filled with watermelons and fruits. Seeing that truck brimming with watermelons made him feel a pang of regret; it was hard not to feel that way. However, it was also a crucial time for autumn harvest in the village.
The number of beef cattle on the ranch would gradually increase beyond what was originally planned, along with the growing herd of reindeer. These big animals consumed a lot of food, which meant they needed to grow more themselves since buying wasn't an option.
Harvesting and storing required a large workforce; this was indeed the busiest season for the ranch. Before heavy snow arrived, they needed to sort and store hay, corn, aquatic plants, and other crops properly so they could mix them in proportions for feeding the beef cattle and reindeer.
"Run without crying or falling behind! No fruit today!"
Alexei supervised over ten children from Alpha and Signal Flag who were veterans now. They held whips to oversee all the village kids during their morning run training—some were older like Sakhalov while others were just four or five years old.
Each adult was responsible for different age groups, dividing them into small clusters according to their ages. Under adult supervision, they ran laps around an open area; younger kids could rest after two laps while older ones like Ji Yue had to run more—Sakhalov’s group needed to complete six laps.
After resting for a bit until the adults finished their work, the children would head to the cafeteria for meals. After eating, they would rest briefly before continuing their training in other subjects. Starting from age seven or eight, children would receive combat instruction from Elite Veterans.
Xu Li wandered around various parts of the ranch until he reached an open area in front of the cafeteria. He found a spot with his back against the light and squatted down while smoking a cigarette, watching the kids spar with each other. Occasionally, they would cheer each other on or encourage their siblings.
In these increasingly chaotic times, with the Emperor aging further, no one knew how much longer this old man could bear the weight of the Motherland. The ranch was not only his root but also that of these children. If one day this aging giant Mao Xiong were to collapse, its massive body would surely fall apart again; at that time, they would need to pick up steel guns to protect their land!
Even if that day never came, training from a young age ensured that these kids grew strong physically. When they went out for school or work, they wouldn’t fear being bullied; many young women who left the village were like that—victims of domestic violence were never labeled as such among them!
For instance,
A middle-aged man just got out of a car; in his thirties with a grimace on his face as he scanned his surroundings before limping towards Xu Li.
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