Spring comes to the desperate place

Song Chunlin harvested the last wave of cherry tomatoes before going to bed, then he carried out a bunch of thin bamboos and prepared to build a rack to plant some melons. The melons he often eat include cucumbers, green melons, loofahs, pumpkins, winter melons, oh, and watermelons, but he didn't need to build a rack for that. He would plant those that can be used for cooking today, and he would plant the fruits after this wave, since he couldn't eat them right away anyway.

Thinking of this, Song Chunlin sighed silently. The feeling of having millions of supplies but being unable to use any of them was really frustrating.

Forget it. Song Chunlin decided to turn a blind eye to it and concentrate on setting up the scaffolding. He didn't look at the other side where a large amount of supplies were stored. Wouldn't it be less uncomfortable if he couldn't see it?

Song Chunlin was a level seven psychic in his previous life. After his mental strength gradually recovered, he didn't need much sleep. When he closed his eyes, he was actually just working in the space. Although he could only watch but not eat, after experiencing the end of the world, he had reached a morbid level of hoarding supplies. As long as he could work, he could not rest. He would take a break when he was tired, and then continue to work. Every time after planting these crops, watching them take root and sprout in the black soil, he had a sense of happiness, a sense of happiness that he would never go hungry in the future.

The crops in the space grow fast. When Song Chunlin buried the seeds of the last loofah, he found that the first wave of seeds had begun to sprout. He patted the dirt on his hands and used a small pump to pump water from the stream to water the vegetables.

The first time they planted crops in the space, the vegetables and fruits did not grow that fast. It was not until one day when Song Chunlin watered them in the same way as when he planted them outside the space that he was surprised to find that the vegetables grew better than those without watering. Then he realized that the plants in the space also needed to be watered.

After watering the fields, it was still early outside. Song Chunlin closed his eyes and thought about how he could "accidentally" find a water source after daybreak.

Unfortunately, he didn't find anything useful, such as a pond or a puddle. In fact, because they had only dug up a big kudzu nut yesterday, he and Song Chunsheng didn't find anything today.

The Song family didn't say anything about this. Song Qin took the pitiful handful of wild vegetables from the two brothers' hands, still smiling.

For lunch, everyone had a mouthful of wild vegetable soup and a piece of pancake. Yes, one mouthful per person. If the Song family had such a hard time even with Song Chunlin secretly adding water to their diet, then it would be even harder for other families.

At this time, Gensheng's mother, who was not far away, held tightly onto the only remaining water bag in the house and refused to let go. Li Gensheng also tried his best to stand in front of his mother to prevent Li Ergou from taking the water away. This beast knew that his wife and children at home were dying of thirst, but he still wanted to give half of the last water to Widow Huang.

"You bitch, please let go. They are an orphan and a widow, and it's pitiful enough. What's wrong with me sharing some water? Am I going to watch them die of thirst?"

Li Ergou's words sounded righteous, as if he was very kind, but people around him looked at him with disapproval.

Li Ergou's mother was weak, but she held herself together at this moment, swung a carrying pole next to her and hit her son on the back.

"I'll beat you to death, you heartless bastard. Orphans and widows don't have water to drink, so do we have water to drink? Gensheng's mother saved water and food with great difficulty, but you turned around and gave them to others. Why, other people can't die of thirst, but I, your mother, must starve and die of thirst? I'll beat you to death, you unfilial son!"

Li Ergou was hit by the carrying pole and was in pain. He kept crying out in pain.

"Mom, I'm not trying to make you thirsty, I just want to share some with them. It's not easy for them to have no men at home."

Upon hearing this, Li Ergou's mother was even more disdainful. Her son had always taken good care of the widow and orphan, and no matter how she and her daughter-in-law tried to persuade him, it was useless. But now he was holding the life-saving water of the whole family, and she would not let this unfilial son succeed even if she risked her old bones.

So Li Ergou was beaten and ran away with his head in his hands. He wanted to run away but was unwilling to give up the water. He wanted to fight back because that was his own mother after all. So he was hit by several carrying poles until his mother was exhausted and the carrying pole dropped from her hands.

But he also knew that he would not be able to get water today. His mother and his wife had made such a big fuss, and everyone around was watching, so he didn't dare to snatch it away by force.

Chen Yuer's hands were still shaking as she held the jar. She saw her husband finally calm down, but she knew that he was just too embarrassed to do so. When the night was late and everyone was asleep, she would probably not be able to keep the bag of water in her hands.

Thinking of her husband's obsession, looking at the child in her arms whose lips were cracked from thirst, and the sound of her mother-in-law coughing while covering her chest, Chen Yu'er closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, her gaze became even more determined.

She took the only ceramic bowl in the house, opened the water bag and poured out half a bowl of water. She gave half the bowl to her mother-in-law first. At first, her mother-in-law was reluctant and wanted to leave it for her grandson, but Chen Yuer said, "Who knows whose stomach it will go into if you keep it for later." So the old lady also drank half the bowl with shaking hands.

Then she fed her son half a bowl of water, and after her son finished drinking it, she also drank half a bowl. Seeing that she had drunk most of the water, Li Ergou could not help it and reached out to grab it again, but Chen Yuer dodged her. She quickly drank the last sip of water, then gave the water bag to her son and asked him to run to the village chief with the water.

Li Ergou watched the water bag being taken away by his son and was so angry that he wanted to chase after him, but Chen Yuer behind him hit him on the back with a big stick.

Li Ergou had just been beaten with a carrying pole by his mother, and now he was beaten with a stick by his wife. He was so angry that he shouted loudly, trying to drive Chen Yuer away.

But Chen Yu'er was really fed up with this man, and not only did she not stop, she beat him even harder.

"You are a scoundrel who eats at home. Don't you know how much wealth you have? I work hard every day for this family, and what about you? You just work like a slave for others every day. It's the same as if I had no man. What else can you do except plundering things at home to help outsiders? How many times have you worked at home during the busy farming season in recent years? I am a woman, and I have to manage the household and work in the fields. So many heavy tasks fall on me. When has anyone ever felt sorry for me?"

Chen Yu'er beat and scolded him, as if she wanted to vent all the grievances that had been pent up in her heart for years. Li Ergou felt more and more guilty as he scolded her. When Chen Yu'er was tired of beating and scolding him, she threw away the stick and went to take her son back.

Li Ergou lay huddled on the ground motionless. Li Ergou's mother glanced at him and turned a blind eye to her daughter-in-law beating her son. What her son did was indeed excessive, and it was no wonder that the daughter-in-law had a sudden outburst, just like she did tonight.

What Chen Yuer said tonight was very true. You still have to put your own food and water into your own stomach, otherwise who knows whose mouth they will end up in tomorrow?