This fertilizer may not seem like much per bag, but it can be sprinkled on a lot of seedlings and will not be used up that quickly. With these 20 bags, she can help produce hundreds more pounds of potatoes and sweet potatoes.
Hundreds of kilograms of food! It was enough for the family to reach Jingguo and settle down. By then, the seven sons could find some work and they would have enough food and drink.
I can exchange my 54 filial piety points into silver. Oh, it makes me happy just thinking about it.
Under her feet was the sweet potato she had buried an hour ago. There was a pile of black charcoal on top, and now only a wisp of charcoal smoke remained.
“It must be cooked!”
She was afraid that they would not be cooked through, and also afraid that they would become charcoal, so after weighing the pros and cons, she finally stewed and roasted six large sweet potatoes.
I was rubbing my hands and about to open the charcoal ash when I suddenly saw a patch of soft and black soil in front of me. It looked like fallen leaves and fertilizer that had washed down from the mountains. It must be very nutritious for planting!
She did it as soon as she thought of it. She trotted over and put all the good black soil in the field into the space.
Just as she turned to leave, a skinny black hand suddenly stretched out from under the peeling soil and grabbed her ankle.
"ah!"
Wang Yi was so frightened that his soul almost flew away.
Why are there still ghosts?
There is no supernatural part in this book!
It shouldn't be!
Next to her was the sweet potato she had roasted. No matter how scared Wang Yi was, she didn't run away. She looked back cautiously. Although the hand was skinny, it didn't look aggressive at all. It looked like a woman's hand.
Could it be a living person?
Thinking of this, she suddenly got goosebumps. What kind of vicious person could bury a living person in this mud?
Without any further hesitation, the beautiful middle-aged woman from the 21st century immediately began to look for something to peel off the soil.
Fortunately, she had already moved a lot of soil when she was collecting the dirt, so it was easy to dig out the person buried in the soil.
When the person inside revealed his face, Wang Yi immediately found a corresponding person in his memory.
"Are you... Lan Miao's mother?" She mentioned it to her son in the morning. She said she was missing. How could she be buried in the ground?
Wang Yi quickly found the filtered water in the space and washed Lan Miaoniang's face, cleaning the dirt in her mouth and nose. She then took a long breath and began to cough violently.
Lan Miao Niang was seen with her clothes in disarray, one arm hanging limply, and her body covered in blood.
She said nothing and remained dazed the entire time, but the suppressed hatred in her eyes seemed to be able to freeze one's soul.
"Lan Miao's mother? How are you? Are you feeling better? Wait, I have food!"
Wang Yi felt a little distressed when she saw the woman. In this era, women's lives were always as cheap as grass. If she didn't help, Lan Miaoniang would not live to see the next hour.
He dug out the roasted sweet potatoes from the soil, and found that none of them were burnt. When they were gently broken open, they were soft and sweet. Wang Yi broke three of them open and let them cool in the breeze.
The fragrance immediately spread and went straight into my nostrils.
"Come, it's time to eat it, try it!"
Only when Wang Yi brought the food did Lan Miao's mother react.
She grabbed the sweet potato with one hand and ate it, even the skin and the dirt on the surface.
Wang Yi wanted to say something, but opened his mouth and didn't say anything.
After she finished the huge sweet potato in one breath, Wang Yi gave her another one.
After eating three sweet potatoes, even the hungriest person will feel full.
Lan Miao's mother suddenly knelt down and kowtowed to Wang Yi.
"No, Lan Miao's mother, get up quickly."
"Mother Cheng Gen, thank you! I have to go. I will repay your kindness in my next life." Her voice was hoarse as if it was inlaid with steel nails. She was obviously just in her early thirties, but her face was full of wrinkles, and her body was rotten and dilapidated. I really didn't know what she had experienced.
She didn't mention Wang Yi and didn't feel comfortable asking, so she could only watch her stagger towards the village.
Everyone has his own destiny.
Wang Yi was filled with emotion. After eating a sweet potato, he put the remaining three big sweet potatoes into the space.
If she has the chance to feed her grandson, she won’t even think about feeding her other sons and daughters-in-law. She won’t expose her space unless she is starving to death.
It was getting dark, she had to hurry back.
Looking at the dead trees with their bark peeled off, Wang Yi couldn't help but think of Lan Miao Niang.
She's not in a good state, is anything wrong?
When we got home, the eldest brother was not there and everyone else was busy.
The seventh child was playing in the shack. When he saw his mother coming back, he ran over quickly.
"Mom, you're finally back. I missed you so much."
"Where are your sisters-in-law?"
"I've gone back to my parents' home. I'll be back tomorrow."
"Um."
The sons probably followed their daughters-in-law back because they were afraid something might happen to them.
That’s fine, as long as my sons have this intention.
"Mom, what did you get?"
"I don't know what this is, but the leaves look tender and seem edible."
Wang Yi brought back a large bundle of sweet potato leaves and casually stuck a few of them in the potato field - she had secretly buried a few more potato sprouts.
"Come, Qi'er, help me heat the pot so I can heat these things."
Even if she had to act awkwardly, she had to show the sweet potatoes and potatoes to her family, otherwise she wouldn't be able to explain it if she really took them out.
Sweet potatoes have a lot of leaves, so Wang Yi boils water, blanches them, and then soaks them in cold water. After blanching, she forms a ball and spreads it out to dry. Without a refrigerator or sealed bags, drying is the only way to preserve them.
Since her four sons and daughters-in-law had all gone back to their parents' homes, she, Shoucheng, Liugen and Qubing had dinner together in the evening. She took out some of the sweet potato leaves, mixed them with some black flour, and kneaded them into coarse cakes and baked them in the bottom of the pan.
My sons had no idea what it was, and when they ate it, they felt like they had never eaten it before. The tender fibers were enough to satisfy their appetites.
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