Apocalyptic Tundra Age

The fishing water tanker can only be used after it is thawed, and the people in Xu’s old house can only gnaw potatoes dryly with their yearning for pickled fish.

It's just that this winter is too cold and long, and everyone's little thoughts can only be buried under the snow that is half a person's height, the cat gets up, and waits for the spring alive.

The little mushrooms in Xu Zhonglei's house are like this, and so is Xu Minmin.

Xu Zhonglei's timber factory has closed down and no longer provides a meal, but the sweet potatoes harvested in Xu Zhiping's greenhouse have filled the villagers' grain tanks again.

The sweet potatoes grew two months longer than the potatoes, and they were deeply watered by the reincarnation of the five grains of the villagers. They rolled fatly one by one, filling the bottom of the blue-gray rice jar.

Whether it is boiled into thin sweet potato porridge with white water, or stewed with red stove ashes until soft, the yellow heart potato seeds specially found by Xu Zhiping are large and sweet, satisfying the taste buds who have not tasted the taste in Xu's old house for a long time Not a lot.

Sweet potatoes are not like potatoes. They can be eaten all over the body, and the villagers rushed to them. The vines and canes each carried a few big baskets back, racking their brains to figure out how to eat them.

"If before, even if the sweet potato vines were fed to pigs, the pigs would not eat them! Tsk tsk tsk, now they are not as good as pigs."

Frustrated and complained, there are always people who say it, but no one has trouble with their own belly. No matter how much bullshit there is, they honestly boil the leaves that can be eaten by sweet potato vines, and then rack their brains to get the little bit of starch left on the big vines, over and over again. After being beaten with water, it precipitates into a thin powder under the iron bucket—formed starch.

In the end, the remaining wood fibers were woven into small brown baskets by skillful women, and this grand and joyful harvest event came to an end.

It is always white and snowy outside, and the people in Xu's old house don't care much about the passage of time, but in the blink of an eye, it is still October—even though the scenery outside is the same, Xu Zhonglei has been thinking about it since early in the morning, and he will use it as a dividend. The four hundred catties of sweet potatoes were all eliminated.

A small cellar dug this year was already full of potatoes and cabbage, and Cheng Yuming, the new sweet potato, decided to eat it as soon as possible.

Sweet potatoes are so delicious!Cheng Yuming was in high spirits at the beginning, and made sweet potato porridge, roasted sweet potato and steamed sweet potato over and over again. At first, the family was very satisfied with the sweet and soft sweet potato, but never thought that this food would not last at all.

After eating two meals, the whole family's nightmare came.Acid reflux in the stomach is not worth mentioning. The most important thing is to eat too much sweet potato and flatulence.

The high fiber content of sweet potatoes promotes gastrointestinal peristalsis, so the family farts while being flatulent. The three people in the hut all turn into human-shaped rockets and jet engines, farting straight into the sky.

Although Xu Zhonglei felt that taking a stinky fart and stuffing it into Cheng Yuming's nose quilt was a joy in life, but he was a person at the dining table, who didn't have such a thing as a fart?

After hurting each other, the family of three looked at each other, took a roasted sweet potato each, and smiled in relative despair.

In the end, even Xu Cheng, who loves food the most, rolled his eyes while eating. Xu Zhonglei sat at the dining table, watching the little girl take a mouthful of sweet potatoes and water, and kept hiccupping.Then he waved his hand:

"Listen to me, don't eat this sweet potato. Make half of it dried sweet potato and half of it sweet potato starch. It's not like there's nothing to eat, so don't force yourself."

"I'll go and move all the sweet potatoes in!" Cheng Yuming was overjoyed, and hurriedly started to move, and the family changed from gloomy to cheerful.

——It can be seen that this sweet potato is really not popular.

On the one hand, Xu Zhonglei moved out a commercial refiner that had been dusty for a long time—this thing had ground tofu once after it snowed.

Cheng Yuming and Xu Cheng were in the burning kang room, burying their heads in brushing the round sweet potatoes. The boss and Xiaozhi were on the side, covered in muddy water. The idea fell on the wall and the floor, and also stained one big and one small squatting on the ground.

"Stupid dog! Get out of here!"

Seeing the evenly scattered mud spots on the wall, Xu Zhonglei was about to die of anger. He cursed and drove the two stupid dogs into the snow, and locked the door with a "bang".

He filled a large pot of snow water, rolled up his sleeves to help clean the sweet potatoes, and complained: "It's useless and I eat more. I was stuffed with shit in my head. Buying one is not worth buying two?! I What did you think at the time? Are you sick?"

The whole family cleaned more than 300 catties of sweet potatoes, and the day was about the same.

The winter is too long, and people can't do anything if they are confined in the house. Finally, there is something to do, and there is no need to rush to work.

Xu Zhonglei was not in a hurry, he was busy eating and sleeping—what's the rush, who knows how long the heavy snow will last?After tossing these sweet potatoes, wouldn't the rest of the day be boring again?

"Why are you in a hurry? Can't you do something well? If the two of us are idle, and the house is full of anger, and the two old men are holding the fire, then we can't fight? For the harmony of our family, finish these sweet potatoes , let’s grind a few more beans to add protein.”

Sleeping at night, Cheng Yuming came over and began to put his hands on Xu Zhonglei's body, not only gasping for a few moments, but looking very angry.

Xu Zhonglei was thrown out of the fire, looked at Cheng Yuming's red eyes and slowly groped around, and when he couldn't breathe, he raised his neck and sneered:

"Tired today? Don't be brave, lie down and let you enjoy..."

"Think-don't-think"

After two rounds, Xiao Cheng is still gnashing his teeth, and he is bound to let the hard-mouthed and soft-mouthed rocks taste the hardest.

Xu Zhonglei said several times that he couldn't stand it, but Xiao Cheng pretended not to hear it, and then he was so hard on him in a daze!Xu Zhonglei was aroused with a strange desire to compete, and wanted to let this ignorant brat learn a lot.

The two of them didn't talk to each other, and they just did it, and the atmosphere was extremely sticky.

Xu Zhonglei regretted letting Xiao Cheng save his energy today, this kid should be assigned to chop two hundred catties of sweet potatoes!

This damn son of a bitch!

He thought bitterly, in his sleep he felt that he had become an angry Lu Tisha, pointing at Xiao Cheng's nose with his hips akimbo:

The Sajia wants ten catties of sweet potato skins and ten catties of sweet potato meat, and they are all finely chopped to make sausages. The sweet potato skins don’t need any meat, and the sweet potato meat doesn’t need any skin... If you don’t do it well, I’ll peel your skin alive!

These sweet potatoes and sweet potato vines came down, and the Xu family's old house survived for another two months.

Only Xu Zhonglei knew that it was only November, and the real severe cold had not yet come.

But only looking at the heavy snow outside, only caring about the two feet in the stove, her nerves are as rough as a widow, and she also feels a heavy crisis. She finally picked up the most important quality of a rural old lady-saving.

Mistress Yu became cold and stiff, staring at dead fish-like eyes, and hid everything in the house that could be brought in. A broken bamboo basket was hung under the eaves, a large hole was dug out by the side of the vegetable field, and another was added. There have been some insignificant changes in the iron box with the iron lock, and Yu Yu's dilapidated house.

The cunning rabbit and three caves are traditional wisdom.

"Wife——I'm hungry!" Xu Ao used to roll on the ground with his stomach in his arms. At that time, he wanted to eat popsicles from the small shop in the village, spicy sticks that cost [-] cents a pack, or strange things he saw on TV. As soon as he rolled, grandma would hurriedly take out a big faded leather bag from the wooden box on the top of the wardrobe in the old house, and say, "Sin! Nemesis! Debt collector!" Then whatever he wanted, he could get it.

But now, Xu Ao just wants to eat another piece of sweet potato, but Yu Yu will never satisfy him again, lying on the bed like a dead body, talking up and down: "Sleep! Don't talk. Just sleep and you will be fine."

Except for the grandparents and grandchildren getting up in the morning to share a sweet potato, Yu Mi would not get up from the kang and pee in the urine bucket next to the bed. As for shit?

A hungry body is reluctant to let go of any heat.