So what if you flee from famine? Start all over again and live a good life every day

"Dad" Lin Wangxiang carried a load of manure and walked to his own field: "Are we going to plant so much today?"

Lin Wangxiang looked at the sweet potatoes piled up like a small mountain in the field

"Yes," Father Lin replied without turning his head while placing sweet potatoes in the field, "Plant more this year, and I'll send some to your father-in-law's family so they can plant some too."

"Okay," Lin Youxiang replied, putting the dung basket aside and picking up the hoe beside him to start hoeing the ground.

Lin Youcai and Lin Youxiang were hoeing the fields, while Aunt Lin was clearing the grass roots and weeds on the ground. Tiantian was still young and needed someone to be with her, so Zhou Guoer didn't go to work in the fields.

I just need to take care of Tiantian and do some housework at home. Besides, there are several grown men in the family, so they can finish the work in the field in a few strokes.

Lin Ze left at the beginning of spring. He will take the examination for the title of Scholar in March this year. The schoolwork is heavy, so the teacher in the academy will not let him come back, so he stays in the academy to review his lessons.

Every household in the village grows sweet potatoes, which are easy to grow and thrive.

Not only are they planted in fertile fields, but people are also cultivating wasteland behind roofs and hills.

Of course, the only people who reclaimed the land and cultivated it were the Lin family members who moved here. The rest of the people used to be the ones who reclaimed the land and cultivated it, because once the locals reclaimed the land and cultivated it, it meant that you had to start paying taxes.

Their taxes were high at that time, so it was not cost-effective to reclaim wasteland. However, their family conditions had improved in the past two years, and now they had sweet potatoes, so they could try to reclaim wasteland. Even if they had to pay taxes for reclaiming wasteland, they would still have some food left over for the family.

With this idea in mind, the villagers of Qingshan Village were full of energy. Not only in their own fields, but also in the fields where they saw the land, they started digging.

The fields that were previously overgrown with weeds have all been turned over. These fields used to belong to others, but they have not been returned for several years and they probably won’t be returned. These fields belong to the village.

These fields are not like those barren fields. They are still very fertile. If you remove the weeds and stones and take good care of them, they will recover.

After a month of hard work, the previously desolate and barren Qingshan Village has become a Qingshan Village with fertile fields everywhere.

The sweet potatoes in Suihe's family have also grown long vines, and other vegetable seeds have also sprouted and taken root one after another.

"Old man, are you sure it will rain in two days?" Sui He squatted in front of an old man in Qingshan Village.

"I've been watching it my whole life, how could I be wrong?" The old man blew his beard and glared at Sui He: "Why don't you believe it, little girl?"

The old man pointed to a cloud in the sky and asked: "Where is that cloud going?"

Suihe and Anzhi looked up at the cloud the old man pointed at. They looked for a long time but didn't see any movement from the cloud. When their necks couldn't bear it anymore, they lowered their heads.

The old man glanced at them and realized that they didn't understand what he meant. He looked at the cloud and said, "That cloud is moving south, which means it will rain heavily here in a few days."

"Old man, is there any basis for this?" Sui He was particularly curious about these things that could be observed at night without the use of technology. He blinked his eyes and looked at the old man sitting under the tree with interest. An Zhi also squatted beside him.

"What basis? How do I know this?" Perhaps he was tired of being asked, the old man said impatiently: "This is all passed down by our ancestors. You ask me for the basis, who can I ask?"

Sui He felt a little embarrassed after being scolded. He was just basking in the sun here for no reason, but just because he said it was going to rain, he came over eagerly to ask all kinds of questions. It was really not nice.

"Sui He, don't ask anymore. Uncle has a bad temper." Village Chief Zhao came over with a hoe on his shoulder. It was a little funny to see Sui He being scolded. "But you don't have to worry. Since Uncle said it's going to rain, it will definitely rain in a few days."

Seeing Sui He's curiosity, Village Chief Zhao put down his hoe and told Sui He about the old man's situation.

There were only a few elderly people who returned from the famine, and my great uncle was one of them. Unfortunately, his eldest son and his wife both lost their lives in the disaster, and his second son was lost in the crowd.

The third son was captured and his whereabouts are unknown. The eldest daughter was bought by someone. In the end, only his youngest daughter escaped with him.

My uncle is not very old, but he has experienced a lot and his hair has turned white. His daughter got married two years ago, and now he is the only one left at home.

Hearing this, Sui He's eyes flashed with sadness. He didn't expect that the old man had such an experience.

Perhaps Village Chief Zhao's words reminded the old man of something, and his eyes moved from the clouds to the direction of the village entrance, his eyes full of sadness.

"There are always deaths when fleeing famine." When talking about the past, Village Chief Zhao sighed. In those days, more than a hundred families left Qingshan Village, but only a few returned.

Every family is incomplete, with more or less relatives left in a foreign land.

"We asked the same question as you before, but the uncle at that time couldn't explain it clearly." Village Chief Zhao changed the subject and looked at the white-haired old man sitting under the tree: "He just said the words passed down by our ancestors."

"What?" An Zhi asked

"When clouds go east, there is nothing. When clouds go north, there is only darkness. When clouds go south, there are puddles of rain. When clouds go west, there are cows splashing in the mud."

"What does this mean?" An Zhi scratched her head. Although she had been studying hard these two days, she still didn't quite understand what this sentence meant.

"I have never been to school, so I don't understand what these mean." Village Chief Zhao looked at the old man and picked up his hoe: "Maybe only the old man knows this."

"Okay, it's going to rain in two days, I have to go and prepare the land and plant the sweet potato seedlings, you guys should go back soon too."

Sui He glanced at the old man who was still in a trance, and then he didn't bother him anymore, and took An Zhi away.

Since it was going to rain, she had to hurry up and plant the sweet potatoes before it rained, so she would have to carry less water for irrigation.

When the old man said it was going to rain, the original villagers of Qingshan Village had no doubts. As for the later villagers, they also joined in the action after hearing about it. Everyone was working enthusiastically.

They all want to plant the seedlings in the field before the rain comes.

New green shoots sprouted from the branches beside the fields. Everyone in the fields was working. The men were digging ditches and making nests, while the women were planting rice seedlings. Even the half-grown children at home were digging soil to cover the rice seedlings or spreading wood ash.

These wood ashes can not only prevent insects in the soil, but also bring some fertility to the sweet potato seedlings.

There was no compound fertilizer in this era, and the fertilizer for farming was human or livestock feces. Families who did not raise livestock had to rely on humans.

This also leads to these people never pooping or peeing outside, and they all hold it in until they get home.

Even the dung from Suihe's cows would be picked up by the herders, wrapped in leaves and thrown into Suihe's dung pit.

Suihe's family has no shortage of manure. They have two pigs and little land, so they can't use that much manure. Therefore, Suihe's manure pit is a delicacy for the villagers during the busy farming season.

Those who were short of fertilizer at home would come to Suihe's manure pit to pick some and mix it with water to irrigate the fields.

Although the dilution is less fertile, it is better than nothing.