Through the small days of farming

"Brother... woo woo... Get up quickly..." Bai Niannian closed his eyes, and there was a faint crying sound in his ears, the sound of crying?He is the only human left on earth, and if he dies, the human race will become extinct...

He can't die!

Bai Niannian suddenly opened his eyes, and found that this was not the dark mist in his space, but a thatch?covered roof.

This is where?This idea came to Bai Niannian's mind. Chen Mingde, who had been guarding his sister-in-law all this time, found her sister-in-law woke up. He quickly wiped away the tears from his eyes with his little hands, and ran outside on his short legs, shouting as he ran, "Brother! Brother! Brother is awake! Brother is awake!"

Not long after, Chen Mingli came back holding his younger brother's hand, heaved a sigh of relief, seeing that Bai Niannian had already walked up, and said, "Mingde is here to accompany brother first, okay? Brother go pour a bowl of hot water .”

Chen Mingde obediently let go of his brother's hand and nodded, "Yeah, brother, you pour a little more, I'm thirsty too."

At this moment, Bai Niannian was the two cubs standing at the door with a shocked expression on his face, pinching his thigh, it hurt, it was not a dream!

Chen Mingli quickly poured a bowl of warm water in the pot, brought it over carefully, and brought it to Bai Niannian's mouth, "Brother, it's not hot anymore, be careful."

Bai Niannian was shocked from the beginning, but now he has come back to his senses, he found that he is no longer on the original earth, the huge spiritual power possessed by the space powers, and the memory left by the original owner can be digested in minutes things.

Bai Niannian took the bowl happily, drank half of the bowl of water, then handed the bowl to Chen Mingde, turned his head to the cubs who looked bigger, and resisted the urge to hold them in his arms and rub them, " Mingli, how many days have I been asleep?"

"Three days." Chen Mingli blinked, swallowing the bitterness in his eyes.

Bai Niannian embraced the two cubs, thinking: These are cubs!The real deal cubs! !And there are two! ! !It's all his! ! !

"Don't be afraid, brother won't get sick again."

That's right, the original owner died because of illness. It's different from his world. The technology here is very backward. If you have a small cold, if you don't have money to take medicine, you can survive it. If you can't survive it, you can't survive it. .

Chen Mingli's eyes were moist, he was afraid that his brother would leave the two of them, they would not be able to live without him.

He has even made up his mind that if his brother can't make it through, he will send his brother to the family without a son at the head of the village, and let him have their surname... That family has no son, and will treat him well, at least he can raise him up younger brother.

"Cuckoo..."

This voice is very familiar to Bai Niannian. He often came here like this in his previous life. In the last days, there is a lack of food, and he has space, so it is impossible for him to eat and drink. He often just eats half full.When there is no task, I can only eat three-point full, and I can't sleep because of hunger.

When he woke up, his stomach was also very empty, but he was used to being hungry often, so he didn't feel anything.

Now he heard the sound of the cub's stomach growling with hunger. Although the cub felt very comfortable in his arms, he used to listen to those people talk about how to take care of the cub.

Do not let the cubs go hungry.

Bai Niannian looked at the simple thatched hut, surrounded by mud walls to keep out the wind, and the food in the house was pitifully scarce. In order to treat the original owner, the last bit of food in the house had been sold. For three days, I don't know how the two cubs spent it.

His body is very weak after sleeping for three days, but with the adjustment of his powerful mental strength, it is no problem to get up and cook.

"You're hungry, brother, go cook for you."

"Brother! You're not in good health yet! You can't get out of bed, I'll just cook." Chen Mingli's small face rubbed against Bai Niannian's arms, stopping him from getting out of bed.

As the saying goes, the children of the poor headed home early.

Chen Mingli was only seven years old, and the affairs of the family were already well organized. During the three days when Bai Niannian was in a coma, he was the only one working outside the house.

Bai Niannian rubbed his withered and yellow hair with a smile, and said: "Brother, you have been sleeping on the bed for three days, and if you sleep on it, your bones will be rusted."

"Brother, I want it too!" Seeing his brother rubbing his brother's hair, Chen Mingde sent his little head over, and looked at Bai Niannian expectantly.

Bai Niannian also rubbed his head gently, and said, "Mingde and brother are waiting here for brother to cook, okay?"

The little guy shook his head, "Brother, we can help."

"Okay." Bai Niannian looked at their eager eyes, with a wider smile on his face, holding a small hand in one hand, deliberately catering to the footsteps of the two little guys, the kitchen is next to the house, only a dozen steps away , the kitchen is the same as the house, with mud walls and a thatched roof. The kitchen is not too big or small. There is a locked cabinet inside and a lot of firewood piled next to it.

Bai Niannian took the key from his neck and opened the cabinet. There were very few things in the cabinet. There was only a thin layer of rice left in the rice vat. There was a full vat of rice here, and they were all exchanged for money for medical treatment. Lost.

"Brother, I'm going to wash the wild vegetables that I picked." Chen Mingli went to wash the wild vegetables that were put aside.

"Brother, I'll help light the fire." The little guy also actively helped.

Seeing the two cubs working hard, Bai Niannian felt a sour feeling in his heart. The water was freezing cold at this time, after all, it was already October weather.

Not long after the little guy's fingers touched the water, he stopped him distressed, "Ming Li, don't wash this, and help light the fire with my brother, why don't you go get some food out, we'll have a full meal today."

"There's not much food in the house. Brother, I'm not hungry, just give your brother some more food." Ming Li was already cleaning the wild vegetables quickly when Bai Niannian was checking the space. Bai Niannian looked sad. This month, he wanted to find some edible wild vegetables, but he didn't know how long it took him to find them.

"Brother, I don't need to eat so much when I'm young, my brother has to work, so give him more food." It's autumn now, the kang in the room is always burning, Mingde put some small dry branches into it, Then take out two burning twigs from the kang stove and put them in, and the fire will catch up after a while.

"Brother, you've already figured out a way to make money. Let's cook a little today and have enough to eat today." Bai Niannian narrowed his eyes. There is still a lot of food left in his space, which can last for a while.

"Brother, is it true?" Ming Li asked in disbelief, fearing that after this meal, they would not be able to survive this autumn.

Bai Niannian squatted down, looking at the surprised and unbelievable eyes of the two cubs, "Did the gods tell you in the dream, did the gods tell you that they sent food to us in the firewood pile at the back?" , this is the secret that the gods told us, you can't tell others, do you know?"

"Yeah!" The two little cubs nodded vigorously, expressing that they would never tell others, otherwise, what if the god got angry and took away the food he gave?

"Brother, let's go get the food back now." The little guy whispered, afraid that others would listen to this matter.

Bai Niannian held a cub in one hand, opened the back door, said it was a pile of firewood, but in fact it was more vivid as a utility room, the room where the firewood was kept was very large, and his husband piled up the firewood before going to serve in the army. A room is full. After three years of existence, there is still one-third of the firewood left. Save it and use it for another three years. , He never dared to cut off the kang, and the poor simply couldn't afford to get sick.

The weather outside is very cold, as soon as we walk out of the house, we can feel our cold weather. Thinking of Mingli's weather and going to find wild vegetables, Bai Niannian's heart is heavy, and he is not happy to see two cubs that belong to him stand up.

When opening the door, Bai Niannian moved the 5-jin bag of rice, the [-]-liter bottle of peanut oil, and two bags of two-kilo salt into the utility room.

Regarding the packaging that does not belong here, Bai Niannian has no time to take care of so much, the most important thing now is to fill his stomach and feed the two cubs in the family.

As soon as they saw the food inside, the two cubs rushed over at the same time, pinched the contents through the bag, and cried out happily, "Brother...Brother...This is really rice, we don't need it." Afraid of starving to death."

Walking over slowly, wiped away the tears on Ming Li's face, his eyes were shining brightly, the eyes that were suppressed by life are now shining with hope.

"The days will get better, shall we hide the food first?" Bai Niannian said softly.

"Hmm!" Chen Mingli was a little embarrassed, and turned around, crying at such a grown man.

He tried to lift the one-hundred-jin bag of rice, but his body is still too weak to lift the one-hundred-jin bag of rice, "Mingli Mingde helped my brother take those two things back and put them away."

Bai Niannian asked Mingde to take two packs of salt, asked Mingli to take the peanut oil back, and dragged the rice back by himself.

Entering the house, it was as warm as soaking in hot water, and the whole person relaxed, and the hunger from the stomach became stronger.

Put the grain into the cabinet, the one hundred catties of rice, only three-fifths of the rice vat in the cabinet has been put down, and the rest of the rice is placed next to the rice vat in a bag.

Inside the rice vat was a wooden cup for measuring rice, which looked like it could hold half a liter at a time. Bai Niannian filled the cup full, washed it three times, and then poured the rice into the pot. Ming Li watched from the side, his lips He moved, and when his eyes swept across those rice and younger brother's expectant eyes again, the words in his mouth did not come out in the end.