Spring comes to the desperate place

Song Chunlin sat on the wobbly unicycle again. Although he insisted that his injuries had healed, the Song family unanimously felt that he had not, so he was forced to lie on the unicycle.

Unable to see anything with the cloth covering his head, Song Chunlin simply closed his eyes and entered the space.

I don’t know if it’s his illusion, but I always feel that the supplies inside are more than before he self-destructed. I’m not sure, so I’ll sort them out.

He first roughly classified the things, putting food on one side, daily necessities on one side, clothes on one side, and the remaining medical supplies together. After sorting the things, Song Chunlin found that there was still a large pile of things left that he could not classify.

For example, women's hygiene products, baby diapers and the like, which Song Chunlin had no use for, but he didn't remember when he put them away, so he could only pile them up in the corner.

There were too many things to finish in a short time. Song Chunlin spent the whole afternoon before he could barely classify them into several major categories. It was impossible to subdivide them further. He felt dizzy, hungry and thirsty.

At this moment the team stopped again. This time they arrived at a small valley. Song Chunlin looked at the valley in front of him and felt that it was different from the official road he walked on during the day. It was too quiet here. As night fell, it was pitch black and he could not see anything.

The villagers lit a fire, the young and middle-aged men spontaneously patrolled around the large army, and the women gathered together to cook. It was called cooking, but in fact they just made some wild vegetable soup and bread to eat. They put some salt in the soup, and the amount of oil depended on the financial situation of each family. The soup of the better-off families would have a few drops of oil in it, while the soup of the poorer families would not only have no oil, but the saltiness would also be much lighter.

Song Chunlin held the bowl and drank a mouthful of soup, smacking his lips. He felt that his family should be neither rich nor poor, with some oil and water, but not much. Song Qinshi was also generous and would put bird eggs in every meal. Although only one, it was better than nothing.

Song Chunlin took out the leftover biscuit from lunch from his arms and refused his brother's offer to feed him. He held the small piece of biscuit and ate it slowly.

The pancake was a coarse grain pancake. Song Chunlin didn't know if there was no wheat in that era, but the pancake he was chewing had no wheat flavor, but rather a bitter and astringent taste. Perhaps salt was added during the making process, giving it a slightly salty taste. But Song Chunlin was right, this thing became harder and harder as time went by, even harder than compressed biscuits, and one had to grind it down slowly with one's teeth. If one ate too much and his mouth became dry, one would drink a sip of soup to moisten it. It took Song Chunlin almost an hour to finish a small piece of pancake.

Song Dazhuang had finished his meal and went on patrol. After a round, he came back and sat down next to Song Chunlin. He asked about his son's injuries, and Song Chunlin shook his head.

"Okay, just a little dizzy."

"It's normal to feel dizzy. You've lost so much blood and your body is weak." Song Dazhuang stopped talking after saying this. He has always been a bad talker, and he always felt that his son became a little dull since he hit his head. He was not as lively and active as before, but he did not act like a fool when talking to him. Song Dazhuang did not understand this very much.

Song Chunlin ignored Song Dazhuang's conflicted mood. After he had eaten and drunk his fill, he went to the little kid. The child was also full at this moment, and was taken by Song Qinshi to solve some physiological problems. Although he couldn't take a bath, he tried to keep himself clean.

There was no entertainment activity in the evening. Everyone was very tired after a day's journey. Song Xiaobao was drowsy at the moment. Taking advantage of the cover of night, Song Chunlin stuffed a milk tablet into Song Xiaobao's mouth. Song Xiaobao's eyes suddenly lit up and he rushed towards Song Chunlin with excitement. Song Chunlin took him and held him in his arms. While no one was paying attention, he hid the bottle of milk filled with stream water in his collar and guided Song Xiaobao to drink the water.

When the Song family saw them hugging each other, they just thought that the two brothers had a good relationship and didn't think about anything else. Song Chunlin put the child down only after Song Xiaobao finished drinking the water. Song Xiaobao still had half a piece of milk tablet in his mouth, but he couldn't open his eyes and fell asleep almost immediately.

Song Chunlin was very envious of the child's sleeping quality, like a pig. He resigned himself to his fate, closed his eyes and entered the space to continue working.

After roughly classifying the supplies in the space yesterday, Song Chunlin thought that they wouldn't be used for a while anyway, so he might as well ignore it for now. He turned around and tidied up the land next door to prepare to plant some food.

Before the self-detonation, Song Chunlin planted a lot of things in the land, but now only the original fruit trees are left. Song Chunlin didn't know whether the space was refreshed and restarted after the self-detonation. Anyway, all the food he planted in those ten years was gone, but the seeds were still there. Song Chunlin sighed. Fortunately, there were still seeds. It was just a matter of starting over. With supplies and land, he was not worried about anything.

According to his experience in his previous life, Song Chunlin took out a small excavator and turned the soil over. Then he found potatoes, corn, sweet potatoes and cassava and planted them first. These are relatively high-yield crops. He planted about one mu of land for each. There is a time bonus in the space. Corn and potatoes can mature in about three days, sweet potatoes and cassava need four days. Moreover, the land in the space is fertile. The yield of the already high-yield crops can be increased by about one-fifth here. It is conservatively estimated that Song Chunlin can harvest about 3,000 kilograms of food in total, which can be enough for him for a long time.

After planting the crops, Song Chunlin dragged a pile of baskets to the fruit trees. There were many varieties of fruit trees. Song Chunlin bought basically all the fruit tree seedlings that could be bought. Now they are all ripe, and from a distance you can see they are all fruits.

Song Chunlin picked a little of everything, and soon the several large baskets around him were all filled with apples, bananas, pears, oranges, peaches and plums. Song Chunlin returned home with a full load.

The fruits were placed casually aside. He looked at the sky and saw that it was still dark, so he simply picked up a bundle of sticks and went to build a rack for the grapes. With the experience from last time, Song Chunlin built the rack smoothly this time and trimmed the branches and leaves as well.

When he finished his work and came out of the space, he took a few tablets of antibiotics, stuffed them into his mouth quickly before dawn, swallowed them with a sip of water, and then closed his eyes to rest.

Song Chunlin had not slept for long when he was awakened by the noisy sounds around him. Song Chunsheng was holding Song Xiaobao so that Song Amao could feed him.

Perhaps it was because he had tasted the sweetness of milk flakes, and now the difference between eating tasteless rice porridge was too great for Song Xiaobao to cooperate. When he saw Song Chunlin woke up, he kept fluttering towards him.

"Ah, da. Ah ah..." As a baby, Song Xiaobao couldn't speak yet, but Song Chunlin understood what he meant.

He covered his face guiltily, not daring to tell Song A-mo that the kid didn't want to eat at this moment, purely because his mouth was spoiled by the food he fed him.