Chapter 54 Changes in Space
"What's going on? Why isn't the train conductor saying anything?" someone muttered quietly, but didn't dare to ask for clarification.
"It must be because we've run out of food and water. Didn't you see the train conductor's face? Sigh! We're probably going to starve to death."
The crowd was buzzing with discussion.
Su Meng placed Xiao Qi next to Xie Mian and whispered, "I'm going to use the restroom."
Xie Mian nodded and reached out to grab Xiao Qi.
Little Qi, being quite sensible, grabbed the railing herself and said to Xie Mian in her childish voice, "Don't move, it hurts."
It means that Xie Mian should not move around carelessly, as it might aggravate the wound.
It takes a hundred days to recover from a bone or muscle injury.
Now, even breathing hurts Xie Mian.
He forced a smile, looked at the little girl he had raised with a sense of relief, and softly hummed in agreement.
Su Meng asked Wu Yanru to watch over Xiao Qi and then left in a hurry.
Ever since the train conductor's expression changed, indicating that there wasn't enough food on board, she vaguely heard a helpless sigh echoing through the space for a long time.
Compassionate yet far-reaching and enduring.
She found a secluded spot and curiously entered the space to explore its secrets.
However, the space remained as quiet as ever.
Su Meng frowned and shouted, "Who's sighing?"
Obviously, no one would respond to him.
Turning my gaze, I was surprised to find a stone tablet suddenly appearing under the Bodhi tree, with the inscription: "Only by helping the world and saving people can one gain good karma."
Is she being asked to do good deeds?
A few minutes later, she disguised herself as an old man with gray hair, carrying a snakeskin bag as she walked between the carriages.
When she reached the connection point of the food cart, she, like the other elderly people, would linger in front of the trash can for a while.
In fact, she secretly put down two large bags of sweet potatoes under the cover of the trash can.
Then she did the same thing again, placing three bags of potatoes, a bag of cucumbers, and ten pumpkins at the other end of the food cart.
Since breakfast was no longer served in the dining car, no one has been walking around in the carriages.
No one paid any attention to the old man who liked to rummage through the trash cans.
But the pumpkin was just too eye-catching.
Someone exclaimed, "Oh dear! Who threw away such a fine pumpkin?"
Huh? There are two fine snakeskin bags here, and it looks like they contain...
Before he could finish speaking, the burlap sack was opened by the train attendant in the dining car. "It contains potatoes and cucumbers."
The passenger picked up a potato in confusion, then a cucumber, held it above his head to show everyone, and shouted, "Who threw this away? Wasting food, they must be criticized and educated!"
"Yes! Such fresh vegetables were thrown away. I really don't know what kind of delicacies she wants to eat."
"What a spendthrift son!..."
Before the people who had gathered around could say two words, they heard someone cursing from the other end of the dining car: "Ouch! Train attendant, why did you throw your trash on the road? I almost tripped!"
Wait a minute! Why would they use such a nice burlap sack to hold the trash?
Upon hearing the word "snake-skin bag," the train conductor had a sudden inspiration. He jogged over, glanced at the bag, and quickly touched it, declaring, "This isn't trash."
"Comrade, I'm sorry! We'll take it away right away."
She only touched it once, but she knew that the snakeskin bag was most likely filled with sweet potatoes.
Considering that someone else also sent ginger and brown sugar in these snakeskin bags, this batch of supplies must have been sent by that kind-hearted person who did good deeds but didn't want to leave their name.
She grinned and explained, "This bag contains sweet potatoes."
With this food, we won't go hungry today.
Upon hearing this, the onlookers were not happy.
My mood became even heavier.
"Good heavens, what will we do tomorrow if we don't get through today?"
"I don't think this rain will last just a day or two. Why don't we tighten our belts and eat only one meal a day, and save some food for tomorrow?"
"We should learn from kind-hearted people, pool our resources, and get through this difficult time together."
"Thank you to the kind person who delivered the food!"
......
Before Su Meng even returned to carriage number three, the story of the kind person who delivered food spread like wildfire, reaching carriage number three first.
Just then, another clear sigh came from the space.
Su Meng glanced around, found a secluded corner, and entered the space.
"Who's playing tricks?"
Su Meng stood on the wooden bridge, one hand on her hip, the other pointing to the sky, and roared fiercely.
One second, two seconds... one minute...
The only sounds in the space were her breathing and her echoes.
She touched the tip of her nose, thinking to herself how childish she had been!
Once the space is bound, it exists only in one's own sea of consciousness, so how could one hear the sighs of others?
It might just be a hallucination caused by being too nervous!
The thought had barely formed in his mind when the calm river began to boil.
The dense fog receded visibly, and the space continued to expand.
Even the wooden bridge seemed to have grown longer and wider.
Smelling the familiar scent of wheat, she excitedly plunged into the wheat field, sharpening her knife, ready to unleash her power.
The wheat field, which used to take only two days to harvest, has now taken three days and more than half of it is still not harvested.
Not to mention threshing and drying.
She rubbed her aching back, slumped down on the edge of the field, and picked a cucumber from the neighboring field to eat.
As I was gnawing on it, I suddenly remembered that the thick fog had moved backward and the space had become larger.
Then, her wheat field will also "expand".
Strangely, the row spacing between the plants in the field remained unchanged, yet some corresponding plants miraculously appeared, as if they had been perfectly replicated and cloned.
Unfortunately, the medicinal herbs and crops here, like those in other places, need to be harvested manually.
Otherwise, once the growth period is over, the crops will naturally ripen, fall off, or spoil.
Su Meng has always been experiencing both bitterness and joy!
No matter how tired or busy she is, she will rush in to harvest.
Therefore, the upgraded kitchen, which is about 200 square meters, is full again.
Those fruits and vegetables that can't be stored must be sent out immediately, otherwise they will go to waste.
Thinking this, she swung the sickle even faster.
After the harvest was complete, seeing the mountain-high piles of wheat, she was speechless! Paralyzed! Stunned!
She had a deep suspicion that she had not opened up a magical space.
Rather, it was God punishing her for not going to the countryside as an educated youth and for not having the noble awareness to contribute to the motherland.
Therefore, when expanding the space, she wasn't given the cheat code to harvest the land with her mind.
He wanted to tie her to the fields to work for the rest of her life.
God!
How could she be so unlucky?
Despite the complaints, the tasks still need to be done.
Su Meng hurriedly threshed the wheat, grimacing as she shook her aching arms and clutched her broken back, gritting her teeth as she thought about the road ahead.
We have enough land and enough food; what we lack are manpower for the work.
Obviously, she couldn't hire someone to help with the work.
Images of rural areas abroad suddenly popped into my mind, and I snapped my fingers in a good mood.
Delicious!
As the saying goes, "If you want to do a good job, you must first have the right tools!"
Agricultural modernization is urgently needed!
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