An orphan girl from a farming family: Everyday farming in the mountains during natural disasters

On the way there, she thought of the mountain pepper trees in the middle of the stream, which should be ripe by now.

Since it’s on the way, I might as well go over there and take a look.

When we arrived at the place, unfortunately the trunks of the mountain pepper trees had died, and the mountain pepper was naturally gone.

She walked downstream toward the stream.

I haven't been here for many days. This place is surprisingly desolate, with a large area of ​​withered yellow everywhere I look.

Along the way, she reached out and touched the plant, which broke into pieces with a squeeze.

The sand in the creek was dry and cracked.

She came to the place where she had found the pepper tree before. The tree was still there, but its leaves had almost all fallen off. There were a few red, bursting peppercorns on the shriveled branches.

A lot of peppercorns were scattered under the tree.

She picked the ones from the trees first, and then picked the good ones from the ground.

The small cloth bag was half filled with peppercorns, weighing about two pounds.

"Oh, please don't let the drought continue. Let it rain soon."

After summer comes autumn and winter. In autumn, she wants to find more mountain products in the mountains and stock up more supplies for the winter.

It is cold in winter, and the fact that it is inconvenient to go out because of the snow is not a major issue. The main problem is that animals hide for the winter and most plants do not grow.

Due to the hot weather, there were no good mountain products to be found in the mountains, so she picked some peppercorns and went back.

That night, late at night, everything was quiet in the tiankeng. When Xia Qingyue was sleeping soundly, a winding fire like a fire dragon lit up in the woods far away by the river.

Above the dark forest, tiny sparks of fire were moving forward.

A group of people holding torches and carrying weapons marched towards the source of the river.

In the darkness of the night, a shrill scream pierced the sky, and a brutal battle began, with countless casualties and blood all over the ground, like a purgatory on earth.

No one knew who had set the house on fire, but the fire, when it met the wind, spread in all directions like a rolling river, burning more and more fiercely, with flames shooting up into the sky.

As the war came to an end, a few people supporting each other slowly walked out of the thick smoke that enveloped the village.

"Let's go, try harder, Yuzhen is waiting for us outside!"

Li Benfu, his face covered in dirt and blood, was holding two people in each hand. One was Li Weisheng, and the other was his eldest brother-in-law's youngest son.

Li Weikan and Chen Yuzhen's elder brother Chen Dawei were arm in arm and supported each other.

"Dad, let's go through the dog hole. There must be someone guarding the back door!" Li Weikang pointed in the direction while dragging his injured leg.

Chen Dawei said: "Kang'er is right, the dog hole is in a hidden location. When I was working, I accidentally saw those bandits sneaking out from there."

"it is good!"

At this time, the village was in chaos and no one cared about them.

The dog hole is located on the outskirts behind the village. It is a flat area covered with weeds, and the hole is hidden in the grass.

When a few people finally arrived and were looking for the dog hole, they heard a rustling sound coming from a certain direction.

A few people looked and saw a figure moving in the grass not far away.

Li Weisheng, who was leaning on Li Benfu with his head drooping, looked as if his soul had been drained. When he saw the figure over there, he suddenly stood up straight. His eyes suddenly became bloodshot and filled with hatred and murderous intent.

He strode over and said, "It's that woman, Tan Xiaozhu. She's in front. I'm going to kill her!"

Li Benfu chased after him, "Sheng'er, don't be impulsive!"

Li Weikang and Chen Dawei also chased after him, and it took the three of them together to hold down the emotional Li Weisheng.

There was a noise coming from behind, and a dozen people with weapons were patrolling to check if there were any living people left.

Li Benfu grabbed the clothes from the back of Li Weisheng's neck and dragged him into the bushes.

They came to the dog hole where Tan Xiaozhu had just been, and were shocked to find that there were stones blocking the passage.

"Tan Xiaozhu, you want to destroy our lives!" Li Weisheng punched the ground hard.

Li Benfu pushed Li Weisheng away and joined his eldest son Chen Dawei in pushing the stones in the cave.

The three men tried their best, but the stone moved, and it remained stuck there.

A voice came from outside the bushes: "You guys, go over there and take a look. You, and you, come over here with me."

The people pushing the stone were extremely anxious. The footsteps outside were getting closer and closer, knocking on their hearts with each step.

Finally, his hand loosened and the stone was pushed away.

The overjoyed people hurriedly crawled out of the hole one after another.

Just as several members of the Li family hurriedly fled away from the mountain village, a man slowly stood up among the hidden grass and trees at the back.

It was Tan Xiaozhu who had just fled in a panic, carrying a bulging bag on her back. She stared at the direction where the Li family had left, "They are still alive!"

Her eyes, gleaming with brilliance, turned around and she raised her foot to chase in the direction the Li family left.

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When Xia Qingyue woke up early in the morning, she sneezed twice. She raised her hand and rubbed her nose with the back of her hand, then pounded glutinous rice with a stone mortar.

Jiangmi is also known as glutinous rice, and she wants to pound some of it into glutinous rice flour.

She likes to eat all kinds of soft and sticky food.

I pounded about three pounds of glutinous rice flour, poured some of it into a large bowl, added water, kneaded it into dough, and rolled it into round shapes.

I’m not making glutinous rice balls, but the brown sugar cakes that my grandmother always made during festivals when I was a child.

The dough is pressed into a round cake, put into the pan and fried until both sides are golden brown. The crust is crispy when touched lightly.

Put the fried pancakes aside, pour a little water into the pot, add brown sugar and simmer over low heat until the soup is thick and dark red. Pour the pancakes in and stir evenly so that each side is coated with sugar liquid.

The finished brown sugar cake tastes sweet. Pick up one with chopsticks while it is still hot, and the sugar liquid will slightly string together.

She was drooling with greed and couldn't wait to eat it, but if you eat this kind of thing in a hurry, your mouth will be burned. She had been burned several times when she was a child, and her lips were burned.

After blowing on it for two minutes, it was no longer so hot. She gently bit off a corner of the cake. It was crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, and it was so sweet that it went straight to her heart.

She narrowed her eyes and smiled, saying with satisfaction: "Delicious, delicious!"

For breakfast, she cooked peanut porridge, brown sugar cakes, and fried a plate of sweet potato leaves.

Now that I’m not so busy, I like to have more hearty and varied meals.

After dinner she fiddled with the bamboo, and in the evening went to weed the fields.

Ten days later, Xia Qingyue made a new large bamboo rack and placed it in the utility room.

There were many and varied seeds, so she classified them into different small cloth bags and wrote the types of seeds on them with charcoal to make it easier to take them out later.

Seeds, dry goods and some tools were placed in the new bamboo rack, filling it up.

She clapped her hands and looked at the result with great satisfaction. "Make a bamboo rack and put it next to it to store the herbs, and it will be complete."

The finished bamboo rack is emerald green in color, with a fresh bamboo scent. The two racks made previously are as sturdy as before, and the color has gradually turned a little yellow, but it does not affect its use.

After finishing this, she went to the fields to pick peanuts.

Ripe peanuts are obviously better than dried peanuts, and there are more and larger peanuts at the roots.

The picked peanuts were thrown into the backpack, and when the basket was full, it was carried back and dumped on the open space in the kitchen.

After carrying the peanuts back and forth eight times and working all day, they finally brought back all the peanuts.

I was busy until the evening and was very hungry. I left the peanuts for tomorrow and ate dinner first. Anyway, I had plenty of time now and could just do things one by one.

For dinner, she steamed potatoes as the staple food. At noon, she washed and boiled the cured horse meat for half an hour, cut it into pieces, and stewed it with soaked mushrooms.