Spring comes to the desperate place

At the end of the world, this space was just a storage space. There was no so-called spiritual spring, but there was a stream running through the space. The water in the stream tasted very sweet. Song Chunlin tried it, and found that it had no special effects except that it tasted better. However, since then, Song Chunlin never drank water from outside again, and always drank the water in the space.

After self-destructing once, Song Chunlin found that the space seemed to have changed. Before, there was only an empty lot here, and opposite the stream was black land. Song Chunlin planted a lot of vegetables there, and many fruits were planted around. The black land was very large, but Song Chunlin was a lazy man. He only planted two saplings of each kind, and only planted enough vegetables, fruits, and melons for himself to eat, so he only planted half of the place, and the remaining half was empty. But now the empty space has obviously doubled, which makes it seem that Song Chunlin has planted less.

Song Chunlin looked at the space that had doubled in size and a piece of letter that appeared out of thin air on the open ground. He was silent for a while before slowly picking up the letter.

As a result, there was a line of words written on it: "Master, try your best to live and do more good deeds. I can come out when I accumulate enough merit points!"

Song Chunlin slowly folded the letter into a paper airplane, and then it flew out with a "whoosh". The place where he landed happened to be a spring, which had not been there before. The spring water was separated from the stream and fell there out of thin air. The spring water was clear, and when Song Chunlin got close to it, he felt refreshed. He wondered secretly in his heart, could this be the so-called spiritual spring?

Tearing off a leaf, Song Chunlin got some spring water to drink. It was indeed different from stream water. After taking a sip of water, Song Chunlin felt that the pain in the back of his head was relieved a lot. Worried that he would recover too quickly and arouse suspicion, Song Chunlin did not dare to drink any more. He just drank a few sips of stream water to quench his thirst. After drinking it, he felt refreshed. His throat was almost dry and he didn't know how long the original owner had not had water. The sip of water that Song Qin gave him just now was not enough to quench his thirst.

When he turned his head, he was met with another pair of big eyes.

The baby in the cradle looked at his second brother with some curiosity. Song Chunlin reached out and touched his cheek. It was soft, but not very fleshy.

He was not sure how many months old the baby was, but he had the impression that the baby should be fair and chubby, just like his cousin's daughter, who had grown into a plump and adorable girl at only four months old.

The baby in front of me is dark and thin, not cute and a little ugly.

Perhaps sensing his brother's disdain, the baby pouted his mouth and started to cry, but his cry was so soft that one could only hear it if one got close to him.

Song Chunlin's eyes widened immediately: "!!!"

"Don't cry." Song Chunlin was a little flustered. He gently patted the baby's swaddling clothes with his little hands, but the child cried even louder.

Song Chunlin: “…” This kid is trying to scam me, right?

When Song Amao brought the rice porridge over, she saw Song Chunlin looking at his little grandson with deep resentment. His expression was so conflicted that he couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Oh, dear, you are hungry, right? Come here, let grandma feed you." Amano Song picked up the child swiftly, wiped the child's tears and snot roughly, and then stuffed a spoonful of rice porridge into the child's mouth. The baby stopped crying immediately and began to eat the rice porridge.

Song Chunlin watched the child finish those few mouthfuls of rice porridge. The amount given by Grandma Song was not much, and an adult could finish it in one bite. The child ate happily, but looked at his grandmother eagerly after finishing. He stopped crying when he found that there was no more.

Grandma Song left with the small bowl that had been scraped clean. Song Chunlin touched the child's cheek again. He was really thin. The little kid thought his brother was playing with him, so he reached out and grabbed his fingers and giggled.

Song Chunlin was teasing the child nonchalantly, while at the same time distractedly searching for something the child could eat. Milk powder? Not very good, it's too big and it's too choking to eat it straight.

Jell-O? No, that's a choking hazard.

Steamed buns, dumplings and rice are even worse. There are quite a lot of snacks in his space, but he has never raised a child, so he really doesn't know what to feed him.

He rummaged through the pile of snacks and finally found a dozen boxes of cheese sticks and milk slices in a corner. It seemed that children liked these things very much. Song Chunlin smuggled out a cheese stick, turned sideways to block other people's sight, broke the cheese stick into small pieces and stuffed it into the child's mouth.

It was the first time for the human cub to eat this milky food, and he immediately opened his eyes wide and looked at his brother with bright eyes.

"Shh, don't make any noise, or I won't give you any food." Song Chunlin muttered while feeding the child.

There was not much of a small cheese stick, and in the end only a stick was left. Song Chunlin threw it into the space. The cub had now been subdued by his cheese stick. Not only did it not cry, but it kept grinning.

Song Chunlin also laughed and teased this toothless guy.

When night fell, Song Qin finally finished preparing the meal. Song Chunlin looked at the rice porridge in the bowl, which was exactly the same as the one in the cub's bowl just now, and he couldn't open his mouth.

Song Qin didn't care about that. She grabbed her son and stuffed the food directly into his mouth.

Song Chunlin was still weak. He felt extremely hungry after he swallowed the rice porridge. His rice porridge was more fragrant than the previous one. Song Qinshi put some wild vegetables and salt in it, as well as bird eggs that her eldest son had found with great difficulty. There were eight bird eggs in total. Song Chunlin ate one by himself, and the other three were mixed with wild vegetables to make soup for everyone to eat. The remaining four were saved for later.

But Song Chunlin didn't know at this time that although he had experienced the end of the world, he had never been hungry. The most difficult days were when he was being hunted. He could only eat bread every day. This was the first hot meal he had had in these days.

Song Chunlin finished a bowl of rice porridge quickly. He was still not full, but he didn't dare to ask for more. Judging from the current situation, this family was not a wealthy one. Food and water were very scarce, not to mention that they seemed to be still on the road.

Song Chunlin's guess was correct. The dynasty he lived in was called Dajing. It had just experienced three years of severe drought and no grain was harvested. Riots broke out in various places due to lack of food. In addition, the Huns and Tatars outside the country continued to burn, kill and loot. It was a country of internal and external troubles.

The village where the Song family lived was in turmoil because of a local mob uprising. In order to keep everyone alive, the village chief had to flee south with all the villagers, hoping to find a safe place to settle down.

However, Song Chunlin didn't know all this. He only knew that he was not full yet. After it was completely dark, Song Chunlin took advantage of the night to smuggle compressed biscuits from the space. He broke off a small piece and held it in his mouth, swallowing it only when it was almost melted. This way of eating made the already unpalatable compressed biscuits even more unpalatable, but the advantage was that it could prolong the eating time and increase the feeling of fullness.