After arranging matters at home, several people set out with backpacks on their backs. The slopes of Beishan were full of groups of children. They did not want to compete with the children for food, so they quickly crossed Beishan and stopped when they saw that there were not many people on the second hill.
There was no danger in the mountain. When they reached the mountainside, there was no one else there. After agreeing on a time to go down the mountain, they also moved separately. Although Kang Mingyuan wanted to go with Qiao Mo, she rejected him. He had no choice but to move alone.
After entering the apocalypse, Qiao Mo spent most of her time looking for food in the mountains. Even in the primeval forest, she could walk as if it were flat ground, let alone a small hill like this. After she quickened her pace, she soon got away from her companions.
When she released her spiritual sense, the scenes within a hundred meters around her all appeared clearly in her mind, and the clusters of mushrooms were no exception.
She picked all the mushrooms she found, from near to far, and shoveled the soil with the mushrooms into the empty flower pots filled with soil in the wooden bracelet space, then looked for another target.
With the cheating tool of spiritual consciousness, she picked five baskets of mushrooms and dozens of quail eggs before going down the mountain. Of course, except for the full basket in her backpack, she put the rest into the space of the wooden bracelet.
She also discovered several wild orange and jujube trees. She had never eaten fruit since she came to this world: there was everything in the wooden bracelet space, except for fruits and vegetables. The pear and orange trees she planted from seeds had not grown up yet, and it was too early for them to bear fruit.
She hesitated for a moment, then dug up two orange trees and a jujube tree and put them into the space, intending to plant them in the orchard when she returned.
When the time came and they returned to the agreed place, Qiao Mo saw that everyone had a good harvest. Even Hua Lili picked a small half basket, and everyone else picked most of the basket.
"Qiao Mo, you are really capable." Hua Lili looked at Qiao Mo's backpack piled high with things, then looked at her own basket and said enviously.
"I was just lucky. I came across several large clumps of mushrooms over there. My backpack was full after picking them." Qiao Mo said with a smile.
"Let's go back. It will be dark if we don't leave now." Chu Maoshen saw Qiao Mo's full basket of mushrooms, then looked at his own basket, which only had half a basket in it. He felt very unhappy.
When they got home, the meal was already cooked. They didn't prepare any other dishes, but just soaked a few handfuls of mushrooms in water, washed them carefully, made some stir-fried mushrooms, and then made a quail egg soup.
After dinner, they picked mushrooms together: Kang Mingyuan and Han Yimo cleaned the dirt off the mushrooms, while Qiao Mo used needle and thread to string the mushrooms into bunches and hung them in a ventilated place to dry.
Hua Lili and the others were worried that the mushrooms would go bad, so after seeing what Qiao Mo did, they followed his example and strung the mushrooms together and hung them up.
In the next few days, they went to pick mushrooms after work. Everyone had a great harvest. In addition to frying them, they also dried a lot of mushrooms.
After harvesting corn, digging sweet potatoes, and harvesting soybeans, it was time to distribute the autumn crops: sweet potatoes could not be kept for a long time, so they had to be distributed to the members as soon as possible so that everyone could handle them themselves.
The food everyone shared was mainly sweet potatoes. Qiao Mo got 140 kilograms of sweet potatoes, 50 kilograms of rice, 10 kilograms of corn, 5 kilograms of soybeans and 2 kilograms of mung beans. Kang Mingyuan and Han Yimo got more.
"Momo, we have to pick out the sweet potatoes with broken skins first, and when the weather is fine, chop them into pieces, dry them and store them. The good ones should be placed in a ventilated place so that they can be stored for a longer time. Wait until the moisture dries up before making dried sweet potatoes or something else." Kang Mingyuan saw Qiao Momo staring at the pile of sweet potatoes in a daze, thinking that she didn't know what to do with them, so he explained.
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