Chapter 789: Ten Dollars a Pound for Grain Seeds?_1

Others don't have Meng Yunhan's drought-resistant crop varieties, making the harvest difficult.

Take Yun Hai and Yun Lei's families for example.

Zhang Cuihua and Zhao Fang wear worried expressions every day.

"Shitou, what are we going to do? The rice is drying up. If only we hadn't signed up for the family-based production responsibility system, we wouldn't be dealing with all this," Zhao Fang complained to Yun Lei.

"Who could've predicted such a drought this year?" He has been farming the landlord's land for many years and knows all too well that they're at the mercy of the weather.

"If famine really strikes, I'll go look for a job," Yun Lei asserted, confident that if his younger siblings could find work, he could too.

Zhao Fang frowned, "Jobs aren't that easy to come by these days."

Yun Lei had heard that Meng Yunhan was making fifty yuan a month in Kyoto last year. He couldn't believe that he would fail to find a good job.