Ping An An can now climb very fast; the bamboo mat is almost too small for them to maneuver properly.
After November, the rain decreased significantly. Yu Yin prefers the dry season so she can air out her quilts more often.
During this season, many fruits also reach their ripening stage, such as sugarcane, apples, water chestnuts, oranges, pomelos, jujubes, dragon fruit, tangerines, winter jujubes, kiwis, pomegranates, pears, papayas, bananas, and durians.
Ping An An can eat some complementary foods now. I cook millet porridge until the rice oil is released, and I feed each of them a few spoonfuls. I also scrape some ripe bananas into a puree for them. They mainly drink formula, as breast milk can no longer satisfy their appetites; it's not enough and has become a snack for them.
Yu Yin plans to wean them in a few days, as they can now get formula.
Speaking of milk powder, we have to thank Wang Wenye and others, who contribute a lot every month.
After the crops in Yu Yin's space matured a few times, she stopped expanding the planting area. It was too much work and she couldn't manage it all. Planting, harvesting, and threshing were all done manually, and Yu Yin did it all by herself.
The grains in the space now mature about once every month and a half, yielding several hundred kilograms each time. Rice, millet, corn, rapeseed, soybeans, wheat... Yu Yin has scoured quite a few seeds, and the variety is quite complete.
To make things easier, Yu Yin even got a smaller stone mill from somewhere else. Since the grain couldn't be eaten whole, she added grinding rice and flour to her work. Sometimes she felt she couldn't even keep up with the donkey pulling the millstone; at least the donkey did so much work and it was seen, while Yu Yin did just as much as the donkey, but nobody knew!
Thanks to the all-powerful Ah Xiang, Yu Yin could pin many excuses on Ah Xiang. It's likely that in Lu Shurui's mind, Ah Xiang's Dai village was a place shrouded in mystery.
My main task recently has been harvesting sugarcane.
When harvesting sugarcane, choose a sharp knife, leave 7-10cm of the sugarcane top at the bottom, and cut it off quickly, keeping the cut as flat as possible.
Furthermore, harvesting should be done in sunny weather, not in rainy weather, as the wounds may become infected with bacteria if they get wet, which would be detrimental to the growth of new plants the following year.
After harvesting, the sugarcane leaves should be cleaned up and placed around the sugarcane field to decompose before being applied to the garden.
Finally, the fourteen or fifteen sugarcane stalks were bundled together and carried out by hand.
Harvesting sugarcane is grueling at every stage. Cutting the sugarcane can easily result in cuts to the legs, and the sugarcane leaves are very sharp, causing burning pain with each cut. A bundle of sugarcane is quite heavy, and carrying it out is not easy; you have to maintain your balance.
Wang Wenye and the others finally realized that planting rice was not the most difficult thing; there was nothing more difficult than something even more difficult.
Cutting sugarcane is too physically demanding. The group pooled their money and tickets and went to Yu Yin's place several times to improve their meals; otherwise, they really wouldn't have been able to keep going.
Although Yu Yin had never done this kind of work before, the small plot of land in the space had almost killed her, let alone harvesting sugarcane on a slope. Yu Yin also tried to prepare as much food as possible to nourish them, since they were still growing.
Decades later, many people enjoy traveling to Yunnan Province, and the province's annual output value is not low. Who would have thought that all of this was built by a generation with their tender hands?
Yu Yin's abilities are limited; she cannot change history. She only wants to give these lovely children some warmth within her capabilities, so that they can feel a sense of belonging to this land.
However, Yu Yin was unaware that her actions had brought her some trouble.
Is this Sister Lu's house?
This was the first time Yu Yin had ever heard someone address her like that, and it was quite novel.
Who is it?
Pushing open the door, Yu Yin saw four women standing outside, none of whom she recognized.
“We are educated youth from the Production and Construction Corps farm, and we’re from the same compound as Brother Wenye. We heard they’re having a better meal here, so we want to eat here too. How much do you want? Just name your price. We’d like braised pork and chicken stew with mushrooms…”
Yu Yin looked at the chattering woman with a half-smile. She was pretty, had a good figure, and seemed to come from a well-off family. Why was she so slow-witted? Who gave her the impression that she could boss people around? It was truly ridiculous.
"Stop, I don't accept this. Go back to where you came from, and don't bother coming back."
"Hey, this is discrimination. Why can Wang Wenye do it but we can't? Do you think Wang Wenye's family is better off and you want to curry favor with him, so they can do it but we can't?"
Yu Yin wondered whose child this was, having been released without proper upbringing. She recalled a joke from later generations: "If you have a grudge against someone, raise a daughter to be ruined, then marry her off to your enemy's son, bringing misfortune to their entire family for generations."
"Did you forget your brain when you went out? This is my own home, I cooked my own meals, and it's my freedom to feed them to whomever I want. But you are not my reason for not wanting to."
"Do you even know who my dad is? How dare you talk to me like that?"
"Is your father Li Gang?"
"Ah, no. What nonsense are you talking about? I'm going to tell my dad that you're bullying me. Do you only like cooking for men? You'll get criticized for this; it's a matter of conduct."
"Smack."
Yu Yin slapped her across the face, without holding back at all.
"Who are you trying to pin this on? You really dare to say that. Should I send you to the Revolutionary Committee so we can have a proper talk?"
Yu Yin was not exactly a kind person either. In this era, being labeled with a moral problem was a very serious matter.
"Ah, ooh..."
She was slapped, felt wronged, incredulous, and scared, which made her burst into tears.
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