Quick Transmigration: The Harvest God, I'm Very Busy

Chapter 292 Survival in the End Times (39)

A group of people were all wearing the big welfare down jackets issued last time, and they were uniformly dressed. If they didn't get close, they wouldn't be able to recognize each other.

Seeing Qinghun and the second uncle, the eldest brother asked: "Second uncle, Qingqing, what are you doing?"

The second uncle said: "In this weather, I'm afraid I won't be able to prepare more firewood at home. In the future, if the snow doesn't stop, I won't be able to go to the mountains. Hurry up and get some firewood in the mountains before the snow blocks the road."

The second uncle didn't say this for nothing.

He was worried that the clothes and charcoal were all Qingtong's welfare for the village. He was afraid that people would misunderstand that his family had more savings. If there was no shortage in the future, he would just return it.If her family really has nothing to spare, but people misunderstand that she has what she has but refuses to help others, all the good deeds Qingtong has done before will be in vain.

The human heart is something that sometimes cannot stand the test.

He is now chopping firewood with Qinghun, and when others see it, they will know that even if Qingtong has prepared a little more for his family, it is still limited.Let people know what's going on, and they won't think too much about what's there.

Just as he expected, when the group of people heard that Uncle Yan took the little girl Qingqing to the mountains to chop firewood, they said to Qingtong: "You too, you don't save more for the village, but you save more for your family." , who can say what?"

Brother Yan just laughed: "Second Uncle is also worried. I can bring more firewood back now, so I feel at ease? But what Second Uncle said is the same, we have to mobilize all the young and old in the village, and divide the charcoal equally. Half of the people went to sweep the snow, and the other half went to the mountain to chop firewood. We can’t cut firewood indiscriminately, or we will lose our own interests in the future, right? For the firewood chopping, let Uncle Cheng find a reliable person to lead it. Firstly, it’s safe, and secondly, it won’t be deforested and ruined the forest.”

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After two miles away, when Qinghun arrived at the village center road, he saw many people sweeping snow.Each house is in charge of the yard and in front of the gate, and there are also special rows of people on the public roads to sweep and deal with the snow.Although it's freezing cold, it's also full of enthusiasm.

When I saw Uncle Yan and Qinghun, I asked them. I heard that they were going up the mountain to cut firewood. Everyone said that they had to get some firewood back.In this weather, there is no way to stay without a brazier in the house.

Second Uncle Yan said: "Don't worry, I just met Qingtong and the others to pull charcoal. They said that they will divide the charcoal later, and the village will arrange all the people who will go to chop firewood. Otherwise, it will be impossible."

After hearing this, everyone went on with their work.

The second uncle and Qinghun continued to go to the mountains.

The weather is so cold that there are not even any wild animals that come out to move.Qinghun didn't plan to hunt wild game either, so he followed his second uncle to chop firewood with peace of mind.

It's true that you can't cut firewood randomly.

What the second uncle picked were long crooked melons and bad dates, small trees that couldn't grow into talents, or dead trees.

The second uncle picked the tree, but Qinghun didn't let the second uncle do it: "You leave it alone, I'll chop it up, after cutting it, you drag it away, tie it up with a rope, and we'll drag it back and chop the wood later."

How could the second uncle let her little girl contribute, and be an elder by himself?

As a result, he started to cut down a small crooked tree for a long time. Qing Hun basically felled a tree with two axes. After cutting down seven or eight trees, he would fix one tree.

Uncle Yan's mood is really hard to describe.

Within half an hour, Second Uncle Yan called to stop: "It's done, that's all, it's enough for my father and I to work hard to pull them back."

Qing Hun said: "Then go and tie it first, and I'll chop some more. In the afternoon, someone will come to chop wood in the village, so I'll just let them go. It's not too hard for me to cut these. I can chop more now. Let’s chop more. I’m afraid I’ll be able to chop firewood today and tomorrow, at most the day after tomorrow, and after that, the snow may not make people run into the mountains anymore.”

Second Uncle Yan patted the snow on his body and sighed: "That's right. Then you can continue to chop. But don't be brave. If you look back, your arm will hurt."

"Don't worry, Second Uncle, I know that well. I'm a martial artist, what's the point of chopping some firewood?"

My little girl is younger than the boy, and the second uncle said helplessly, "It's okay, but you still have to take it easy."

Uncle Yan stopped chopping firewood, and simply dragged the trees that Qinghun had cut down to the road at the foot of the mountain, so that they could be transported to the village when the returnees came.

By noon, in more than two hours, Qinghun had cut down sixty or seventy small trees, an average of three to four minutes per tree.Half of them were dragged onto the road by Uncle Yan.

Qinghun put down the axe and helped the second uncle drag the tree.

Second Uncle Yan said: "If only our father uses the rope to drag back, let alone dragging a few trees. In this way, I will drag the chopped ones to the road here, and you can go to the village to pull a cart. Let's transport it back with a cart."

Qinghun thought about it, and pulled it back with a cart. A cart can pull ten or twenty small trees. If he dragged it by himself, seven or eight trees would reach the sky.

"Second Uncle, go to the village to find a scooter, and call two more over here. I'm dragging trees here, and I'm stronger than you."

Second Uncle Yan: ...

When Second Uncle Yan called two young men and came over with three carts, Qinghun had already dragged the trees to the side of the road and put them there.

Qinghe also followed.

Qinghe said: "Sister, if I knew you were here to cut trees, I wouldn't share the charcoal with elder brother and the others. Are all these felled trees kept by our family?"

Qinghun nodded: "It's okay for our family to keep them all. I'll come and help the villagers cut them together in the afternoon. Our family keeps so much, it's almost enough."

No matter how much, I am afraid that others will have opinions.Even if no one has any objections, my own family has a lot of firewood, and it will be troublesome in the future.

Qinghe said: "Why don't you send some to Grandma Qian's house? I sent charcoal to her house earlier, but she was the only one in her old man's house. Her son didn't come back, so the only thing that can be burned at home is a small haystack. Grass. When I went, the old lady was sweeping the snow in the yard by herself. She was almost 70 years old, and it took half a day to sweep half of the yard. I helped to sweep the snow in the yard and in front of the door. Clean. In such a cold day, an old lady is at home with no one to take care of her. It's really worrying."

Qinghun, the third wife of Qian, of course knew about it.

When she was in elementary school, Third Grandma Qian still lived in the old house, and Qinghun had to pass by this old grandma's house on her way to school.

There is a jujube tree and a pear tree in front of the grandmother's house.When the fruit is ripe, every time Qinghun passes by, the old woman will either give her a big pineapple, or give her a handful of dates.In winter, he would give her a piece of Jiangmi candy from time to time, and stroke her head with a smile. He is a very kind old man.

At that time, she had no parents, and others would call her pitiful when they saw her.But Third Grandma Qian never said she was pitiful, but instead said that she would be blessed in the future.

At the beginning, she didn't want the things she gave, and the grandmother always smiled and persuaded: "A good boy will not refuse other people's kindness. The elders can't refuse."

She, no, it should be said to be the original owner. At that time, she didn't understand the meaning of the elder's gift, but she felt that she was a good child, so she happily accepted the old man's gift. (Second more)
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