Spring comes to the desperate place

Song Dazhuang was still chewing sugarcane happily when suddenly a shadow appeared in front of him. He looked up and saw Widow Huang looking at him with a loving look in her eyes - the sugarcane in her hand.

The instinct to protect the food made Song Dazhuang take a half step back urgently, which made Huang Guafu, who was about to throw herself into his arms, miss the target. She twisted her foot and almost fell.

Widow Huang managed to keep herself standing, secretly cursing this rough man for being unromantic.

After steadying herself, Widow Huang continued to call Song Dazhuang in a delicate voice: "Brother Song~"

The trembling ending made Song Dazhuang shiver all over, and he immediately felt a chill on the back of his neck. He was so anxious that he denied it three times: "Shut up, don't call me like that, I don't know you well."

Widow Huang's face froze, but she still forced herself to continue, "Brother Dazhuang, my son Fang has not been drinking much water recently and his mouth is full of blisters. Can you give me a bamboo pole? I heard that there is water in the bamboo pole. You see, my son Fang is still so young, and a child can't stand being so thirsty. I won't take it for nothing. I'll exchange it for something else. Do you think it's okay?" After saying this, Widow Huang looked at Song Dazhuang lovingly.

Song Dazhuang nodded and said, "Sure."

Widow Huang was delighted to hear this, thinking that this blockhead had finally come to her senses. As expected, no man could escape her spell.

But Song Dazhuang's next words immediately poured cold water on her.

"Just now they all exchanged two pounds of soil and a handful of leaves. I won't charge you more. Just give me the same price."

Widow Huang was dumbfounded. No, what was wrong with this man? Wasn't what she hinted at clear enough? Normally, if she said this to other men, they would have handed over the things long ago. How could Song Dazhuang actually take her food? ? ?

Widow Huang was confused, Widow Huang didn't understand, and Widow Huang was very angry.

"Two...two pounds of earth?" Widow Huang asked again in disbelief.

Song Dazhuang added as if he didn't notice anything: "Add another handful of leaves."

"Do you want another handful of leaves?" Widow Huang couldn't help but raise her voice. Her voice made many people around look over here.

Seeing that Song Dazhuang was so tactless, Widow Huang gritted her teeth, took half a step towards him, and slightly tilted her body. From Song Dazhuang's perspective, he could just see her skin under her loose clothes. However, she had been sleeping in the open air all the way and had no extra water to wash her, so the exposed skin was covered with dust and dirt condensed from sweat. It was not only tempting, but it was also disgusting.

Seeing her move forward, Song Dazhuang hurriedly took a few steps back: "Are you going to change or not?"

Widow Huang was so angry that her face turned blue: "Change, but your price is too high, can you lower it a little?"

It turned out that he thought it was too expensive. Song Dazhuang breathed a sigh of relief, but he still insisted on paying two kilograms of soil and a handful of leaves.

Seeing that he was still unmoved and there were so many eyes watching them, Widow Huang finally gritted her teeth and brought over two pounds of earth and a handful of leaves.

Song Dazhuang disliked the small number of leaves she brought, so he picked out the smallest one for her. Widow Huang almost broke her teeth upon seeing this, and held her breath as she returned to her own territory. However, her son Liu Fang was only concerned about the sugarcane she brought back, and kept asking her to peel it for him.

Widow Huang finally exploded and took out all the anger she had suffered in Song Dazhuang on Liu Fang.

"I'm making you greedy, you unlucky thing, greedy, greedy! You want to eat everything, you can't stand even the slightest bit of good food, you damn spendthrift, eat, eat, eat, why don't I eat you to death!"

The Song family didn't care howling and wailing there was. Song Dazhuang was still complaining to his wife about the weird widow Huang.

"It's just a matter of exchanging things. She even bargained with me without even looking at what she wanted to exchange. Really, this woman wants to take advantage of everything."

Song Qin smiled and stroked her husband's fur: "Don't be angry, don't be angry. Come, I left you a lump of earth. It's still warm. Put it in your clothes and eat it when you're hungry."

Now he was no longer angry. He put away the sweet potatoes, told his wife to keep an eye on the children, and went on patrol.

After watching all this, Song Chunlin silently gave Song Qinshi a thumbs up. His mother was indeed good at controlling her husband, and his father seemed to be completely unaware that Widow Huang's real target was not the sugarcane, but himself.

How to say it, Song Chunlin was really relieved. It seemed that he didn't have to worry about his father being possessed by evil spirits like Li Ergou.

Song Chunlin had used up most of his supernatural powers to stimulate the growth of plants during the day, and he rarely felt tired. So he just collected the fruits and vegetables in the space and then took a rest. He didn't even notice that there were a few faint golden rays of merit flying towards him, and finally quietly disappeared into his eyebrows.

When he woke up during the day, Song Chunlin did not feel tired but full of energy. He checked his supernatural powers with some surprise, but there was no sign of upgrading. Song Chunlin felt a little confused, but did not take it too seriously. After yesterday's rest, the large team set off again.

Everyone got a share of the dirt that was dug yesterday, so today’s team was walking particularly happily, and soon they arrived at a small town.

It is called a small town, but in fact it is just a street. Even half of the city wall has collapsed. The soldiers guarding the gate are just decorations, sitting listlessly in the shade against the wall.

The people here watched from afar as a large group of people were coming, they just raised their eyelids to take a look and then ignored them.

The village chief did not let everyone go into the town. Instead, he took a few young men to walk around the street and then came back.

After returning, the village chief sat under a tree, surrounded by some elderly people.

Everyone asked them what was going on in the town, and of course the main point was whether this place was suitable for them to stay.

The village chief frowned for a long time before speaking: "Liangzi asked just now, the price of grain is twice as expensive as ours, and it's old rice. The coarse grains are also low-grade. The wheat bran is the same as ours, but the quality doesn't look very good. If you want to buy it, you can eat it."

"What about the people in the town? I don't see many people walking on that street. Could it be that everyone here has fled to escape the famine?"

The village chief didn't say anything, but glanced at Song Dazhuang, who was the one responsible for tricking the shop owner.

"Everyone has fled. The shopkeeper said that all the wealthy families in their town had left long ago, leaving only a few old servants to guard the houses. The more affluent farmers also fled. The number of people left in the town is two-thirds less than before."

Everyone fell silent after hearing the news. This town was very far away from them, but even so, so many people had fled. So what was the point for them to stay?