The Immortal King has a farming system (Quick Transmigration)

Chapter 662*

Yang Sanshui tugged at the corner of Yun Mo's clothes, and Yun Mo turned around to look at him.

Yang Sanshui: "Brother, I'm done eating"

Yang Miaomiao also quickly handed the bowl forward.

Yang Miaomiao: "Eat"

Yun Mo took their bowls and asked Sanshui to look after his sister while he went into the kitchen to wash the dishes.

Old Lady Yang: "You are three years old now, you help grandma to boil the pot"

Yun Mo: "Sanshui and Miaomiao are arguing about being sleepy"

Yun Mo blinked his eyes and spoke in a soft voice. He didn't want to spend time with Old Lady Yang for the time being. If they spent too much time together, it would be easy to be exposed.

Old Lady Yang: "Then go and coax them."

Old Lady Yang: "By the way, have you really eaten?" Yun Mo: "Well, I found a few pheasant eggs at the foot of the mountain."

Since he couldn’t talk about the noodle dumpling soup, Yun Mo had to talk about the pheasant eggs.

Old Lady Yang: "Are you full?"

Old Lady Yang: "If you're not full, come over later and have some rabbit meat."

Yun Mo: “No”

Yun Mo: "I'll take them to bed first, you should go to bed early too."

Old Lady Yang: "Okay, okay, you guys go to sleep, I'll take care of this."

Old Mrs. Yang looked at Yun Mo's back with relief in her eyes.

Old Lady Yang: "This child looks like his father"

It was a bit cold in the mountains in April, so Yun Mo didn't give the two dirty people a bath. He took them to the toilet, washed their hands and feet, and then threw them on the bed. Yang Sanshui: "Brother, don't you want to sleep?"

Yun Mo: "You guys go to sleep first"

Yang Sanshui: “Oh”

Yang Sanshui and Yang Miaomiao lay down under the same quilt.

The two of them were still children and had full stomachs, so they fell asleep in a short while.

Yun Mo then turned around and went to the room of his original mother.

In his original family, his grandfather was a soldier who died in battle at an early age. His grandmother raised two sons alone and helped them grow up and start their own families.

His father is the eldest son and is also a soldier. He is still in the army.

The old lady was sensible and separated the family property as soon as her two sons got married.

After all the money earned by the original father was returned, the old lady decided to build four brick houses.

The old lady and her grandson lived in one room, and the original mother lived in another.

After the original body turned seven, the old lady gave him a room of his own.

Yang Sanshui and Yang Miaomiao slept with the old lady.

Yun Mo knocked with his fingers and pushed open the door. His original mother was Zhou Cuihua, and she was already asleep.

A small swaddling cloth was placed inside, with a corner of the quilt propped up. Yun Mo stretched his head to take a look. The child was wrinkled and red, thin and ugly. He really didn't know how those people could call him a fat boy with their eyes closed?

The child was so small that he could not even be seen with the naked eye. But when he stood there, the child started babbling.

He has good perception and seems to still remember him.

Yun Mo nodded, as long as there was no mistake, it was fine.

At this time, Old Lady Yang walked in.

Old Lady Yang: "Why are you here?"

Yun Mo: "Come and see my brother"

Old Lady Yang: "Your brother is newborn and there's nothing good to look at." Old Lady Yang: "Go back to sleep."

Yun Mo: “Yeah”

Yun Mo turned around and went back to his room, closed the door and sat on the edge of the bed.

It is April now, and by August a nationwide movement will have begun, followed by a three-year catastrophe.

All iron products in every household must be handed over.

Even the trees had to undergo a brutal felling.

Many areas were unable to even harvest grain, causing great losses.

At the same time, the big pot meal system was implemented. Villagers were prohibited from cooking their own meals, and any smoke coming out of their homes would be strictly investigated. This was fine at the beginning, but later, due to successive droughts and locust plagues, grain production decreased, and the canteen's food supply was insufficient, many people starved to death, and the big pot meal system was stopped.

Yun Mo pinched his fingers. The last thing he lacked was food, but he needed a reasonable excuse to take it out. Lu Kuci had just been reincarnated and couldn't practice fasting yet. He couldn't let him starve to death.

Although we can make our living from the mountain, the mountain will be useless when the great disaster comes in three years.

Yun Mo thought about it, took out a few potatoes from the space, input some wood power, and made the potatoes sprout. Even if Old Mrs. Yang was extremely hungry, she would not eat the sprouted potatoes, so he could plant them openly.

Lu Kuci is still in the breastfeeding stage, and as long as Zhou Cuihua is not hungry, her milk will not stop.