Spring comes to the desperate place

"What's wrong with this child? He refuses to eat properly. I've never seen him like to stick to Lin Ge'er before." Song Amuo was puzzled. Finally, Song Chunsheng applied physical pressure to fix the kid in his arms, and Song Amuo quickly fed him a spoonful of rice porridge.

Seeing that Song Chunlin had been ignoring him, Song Xiaobao got angry and swallowed the rice porridge reluctantly. There was nothing he could do as he was hungry.

After breakfast, they continued on their journey as usual, except for Song Chunlin and Song Xiaobao who were all walking. After walking like this for several days, Song Chunlin finally couldn't hold back any longer. With the dual blessing of spiritual spring water and modern medicine, the wound on the back of Song Chunlin's head had healed long ago. Not only had the wound scabbed over, but the initial swelling had also disappeared.

Song Dazhuang carefully checked his son's head and found that he did not have any discomfort. He could not resist his pitiful look and could only say, "Okay, you can go down and walk too."

"Great!" Song Chunlin cheered. It was so comfortable not having to ride in a car. God knows how shaky a unicycle without shock absorption function would be when it was riding on a bumpy road. After a few days, Song Chunlin felt that it was more exciting than riding a roller coaster.

The large group was not marching very fast, but Song Chunlin was not afraid of walking. He was very excited about his freedom and looked full of energy even during the lunch break.

"Chunlin, follow me closely. Don't run around like last time, okay?" Song Chunsheng kept muttering to his brother while holding his hand. Last time, it was because he didn't keep a close eye on his brother that he let him climb up the fruit tree and almost lost his life for a few wild fruits.

Of course, Song Chunsheng would never know that his real brother had actually died at that time, and the one in his brother's body at this moment was Song Chunlin from the end of the world.

Song Chunlin had no intention of running far when following Song Chunsheng. In the past few days, he found that his wood-related ability had recovered a little and he could already give birth to some ordinary plants.

After several days of observation, Song Chunlin roughly understood that he was living in a dynasty called Dajing. The people's food still consisted of grains and foxtail millet. Foxtail millet was the predecessor of茭白. Of course, no one had discovered that diseased foxtail millet could also be eaten. The Song family's original village was located north of the Huai River. The locals ate more millet and sorghum. There was also wheat, but it was mostly precious food eaten by dignitaries. In any case, Song Chunlin had never seen the villagers eat it. Even the village chief with the best family only ate the more refined millet cakes. Most of the others ate cakes made of coarse grains mixed with wheat bran.

It's the same at Song Chunlin's home. Coarse grains and wheat bran are used together to make large, dry, hard pancakes. These become harder as they are stored over time. Although they are hard on the teeth to eat, they are easy to preserve and filling, so no one minds the fact that the pancakes taste bad.

If the pancake is too hard to chew, the peasant women will wrap it in a piece of cloth, smash it with a stone, and put it in a pot with water to cook. It is also a kind of paste, which makes Song Chunlin now suspect that this thing is the predecessor of compressed biscuits.

In order to prevent his special ability from being conspicuous, Song Chunlin found a place with relatively lush vegetation and used the cover of the grass and trees to grow a small piece of iron stick yam. This thing does not grow big, and when it is harvested, it is only as thick as an adult's finger. Song Chunlin held a thin piece in his arms, just like firewood.

When Song Chunsheng saw what his brother had dug, he thought he was joking, but he broke off a small piece and laughed, "Good brother, where did you find it? Take it to me."

Song Chunlin pointed to the location, and Song Chunsheng ran over happily and started digging. Song Chunlin also joined in. The two brothers stuck their butts out and soon dug out a small pile. Seeing that it was getting late, Song Chunsheng stopped with some reluctance, pulled his brother up, and went back with their harvest.

Song Chunlin didn't have many yams, and the iron stick yam was thin, so Song Chunsheng held it in his arms like a bundle of firewood. Only when he got closer did Song Qinshi see clearly what he was holding in his arms.

"Wow, so many yam. They are a little thin, but still edible. Wait, mother will stew them for you in the evening." Song Qin took all the yam swiftly. She couldn't eat them for lunch and could only wait until the evening.

Sure enough, the Song family's dinner that night was stewed yam. Yams had no taste, so Song Qin boiled a pot of water, put some salt in it, and the family ate yam with salt water.

The people nearby saw them eating yams and asked them where they dug them. Song Chunsheng did not hide it and told them the location directly. Song Chunlin did not care. The yams produced this time had been almost dug by the two of them. Anyway, he had special abilities, so he could continue to induce labor during his rest tomorrow.

But yam is too eye-catching, how about trying some sweet potato? That thing is choking, but it has a high starch content and is very filling.

If cassava was not inedible raw, Song Chunlin would have wanted to try cassava soup, which was tastier than yam. He still remembered that cassava soup was a standard dish for snail noodles in his previous life. Oh, there was also soy milk, bean curd, bean curd sticks, duck feet, fried eggs...

Song Chunlin sucked his saliva, and Song Chunsheng saw it and silently handed him a roasted yam.

Song Chunlin was already full, but the memories of his past life made him greedy, so he slowly ate a few bites of yam. However, his eyelids were fighting so hard that he soon fell asleep with his eyes closed. Song Chunsheng speechlessly carried his brother aside and let him sleep well.

Perhaps because he had used his supernatural powers during the day, Song Chunlin slept very well that night without any dreams. When he woke up, he saw a sky full of stars, and it was not yet dawn.

Song Chunlin rubbed his eyes and closed them again. This time he went directly into the space and stayed there for a while. Only after he was completely awake did he start to harvest the rice in the field.

In the past few days, Song Chunlin has been planting various grains in the space, coarse grains, fine grains, from sweet potatoes and corn to wheat and rice, basically planting everything. Now there are more than ten thousand kilograms of grain stored in his space. If he eats it all by himself, it can at least last until his body reaches adulthood.

However, he had no way to take it out now, so he could only plant some and store it. Once they found a place to settle down, he would quietly take out the food and eat it.

After harvesting the rice, Song Chunlin looked at the space on the other side being filled up with food little by little, and felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction and pride in his heart.

Look, so much food, from here to there, all his!

There was not only food, but also a variety of snacks, instant noodles, self-heating hot pots, stir-fried dishes, snacks, specialties, and even a large number of frozen semi-finished products. Some of them were stockpiled by Song Chunlin intentionally before the end of the world, and some of them were swept up by him from various supermarkets, logistics transfer points, and warehouses at the beginning of the end of the world.