Apocalyptic Tundra Age

Xu Zhonglei felt relieved about his family business and the speed at which he was accumulating food, and he was not too resistant to helping a group of villagers. After all, apart from Xu Hui's family, there were very few men. For him, the rest could sit down and chat. An acquaintance who was drinking for half an hour.

We're all friends, so help out, don't mess around.

He and Xiao Cheng would often take advantage of a short period of time when the snow stopped to visit Chunjuan's house and go to Uncle Jiang's house to have a warm fire...and leave a small bag of sweet potato flour or half a bag of salty sauerkraut behind the door before leaving.

Hidden strength and name.

Friends with a little bit of brain also know that Xu Zhonglei cannot be completely relied on to feed them, so the villagers officially put "moss" on the table as an ingredient, and "digging moss" as a kind of leisure and entertainment that they like to hear and see, also went to Xu's old house people's daily life.

Xu Zhonglei tasted the moss cakes from Xu Zhiping’s family when he was visiting. It looked thin and crunchy like a biscuit, but Xu Zhonglei almost spat it out. He ate other people’s food and could only swallow it with a frown, and then stuffed the rest To Cheng Yuming.

"1:8! I bet you! The cake is filled with soy sauce, it's less than a role in the show!"

Xu Zhonglei doubted whether there was any "cake" added to this moss cake.

Maodong, in front of the rare "benevolent person", Xu Zhonglei, when the calendar was torn to February, the greenhouses in the village finally harvested again.

People in the village gathered together to pick up their own potatoes one by one. There was a reasonable amount of noise about the weight and distribution. This time, everyone not only cared about the size of the potatoes, but also diligently brushed off the mud on the potato skins. , and then ask to recalculate the weight.

Xu Zhonglei's family of three squatted in a corner, feeling drowsy from the smell of hot and humid feces.

Just like when he was a child, he raised rice seedlings in a greenhouse with his grandfather.

The old people in the village are as thin as firewood, with a piece of human skin draped over their bones. When they stand together, they look like a party of zombies.

There are a total of six elderly people left, and all of them have aged for more than 20 years in just two years.

Even Zhu Yu, who has always been the most energetic, looks like she has been sucked out of her energy, hunched over and counting potatoes in an old way.

Maybe her good sister, Yu Yu, died?

Xu Zhonglei thought casually, then squeezed Cheng Yuming's hand again, and found that it was full of veins, thick calluses, and it was a pair of authentic, peasant hands.

Who said that the land in the countryside supports people?Only a non-farming person can say such a thing.

After the potatoes were harvested, the Chinese cabbage interplanted under the greenhouse was also cleaned up. Each person had about ten cabbages and put them in the potato baskets. The basket was full and looked like a good year.

Poisonous potato stalks, potato leaves, and Chinese cabbage clappers were not wasted in the end. They were all packed up and piled into a compost pit at the far end of the greenhouse as fertilizer for the next year.

"...After planting potatoes, we can't just plant another round. Everyone has tended the crops. Why don't you let the soil rest for a while? Just plant it. There are insects and viruses in the soil, and it will be wasted when the time comes. Lost our potato seeds! Wouldn’t it be more of a loss?”

"...Listen to me... Let's put away the wires and generators in the greenhouse in a while, first turn over the soil below, wait for the outside temperature to come in and freeze the soil, and then plant a round of soybeans - nitrogen fixation and protection Fat, plant some cabbages, and it won’t be too late to plant another round of potatoes..."

Xu Zhiping said earnestly, coughed and said loudly: "It's not easy for us to build this greenhouse! We still have to live for decades, don't let the soil quality deteriorate in a year or two, will we drink the northwest wind then? Farm the land scientifically, don’t mess around!”

"Now that the potatoes are planted, they can last for a few months, even if they can be frozen for a few months... Listen to you! Brother Zhiping, you have been planting greenhouses for more than ten years, so what you say is unmistakable!" Chunjuan The elder sister helped the potatoes to be weighed and chimed in.

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This little dispute will pass quickly, because... New Year's Eve!

Even in the last days, Chinese people still uphold the good virtues of "big Chinese New Year", "everyone comes", and "forget it" during the Chinese New Year. Finally, after the group dinner on New Year's Eve, they happily dispersed .

February 23, New Year's Eve.

Compared to last year when there was preserved fish and preserved chicken, this year's New Year's Eve feast has nothing to prepare for.

There are no meat dishes, no fancy staple food, only potatoes, endless potatoes, and countless cabbages, moss...

Therefore, there is no need for the women to work hard to prepare the New Year's Eve dinner. Everyone gathers together, burns a big pit in the drying room, lays down, sits and chats, and has no expectations for the New Year's Eve dinner.

At noon, Miss Chunjuan shouted, "It's time to eat!"

Xu Zhonglei took a family of three and brought his own big pottery bowl to the dining table, and found that it was well made.

Divided into two tables, each table has three big pots: stewed potatoes with sweet potato flour, stir-fried Chinese cabbage, and a big pot of pancakes, made of potatoes and green moss - the best-tasting kind of moss.

There are three large washbasins in place, and many oily flowers can be seen on the sides of the two large vegetable basins, which look like real materials.

Everyone rushed forward and surrounded the two big tables in an instant.

Xu Zhonglei hadn't eaten half of his first bowl of sweet potato vermicelli, but when he saw Xu Dali filling up his second bowl, he couldn't help feeling that the internal competition among the "cook rice people" group was so fierce!

After a quick glance, it turned out that men and women at the table had already served their second bowls... and there was not much sweet potato flour left in the big bowl.

This wave is an involution.

After eating the two pots of oily vegetables, the remaining moss pancakes were also soaked in the soup at the bottom of the pot, and they were eaten cherishingly. In the end, there were six large washbasins left, all of which were shiny and clean. .

Bragging time after the meal, Uncle Tie knocked the ashes on the soles of his shoes, stroked his mustache, and said with a smile: "...When we were young, we had to go to the town to repair the reservoir. Strong laborers were counted as two work points a day, and we only had porridge at noon. At that time It’s also poor, we are poor, and the town is also poor. At noon, there was someone staring at us, telling us to finish the first bowl before we could get the second bowl. After drinking the porridge, I saw, hey! The bucket of porridge was gone! But others were holding the second bowl and chewing slowly... I said at the time! This is wrong! I didn’t drink the second bowl Where's the bowl?!"

"Why?" Cheng Yuming asked curiously.

The people lying down and sitting laughed and answered together:

"Because everyone only filled the first bowl with half-bowl-"

Xu Zhiping said with a smile: "Every time we eat in the village, Uncle Tie will tell you about it. If you don't know this, you can't be counted as a member of Xu's old house!"

……

New Year's Eve can only be regarded as a short-term indulgence. After the first day of the new year, the old house of the Xu family has returned to the state of "cat winter".

The calendar was torn off page by page. On a certain morning after April, there was a sound of "click" and "click" breaking the ice layer. Thinking of some possibility, Xu Zhonglei hurriedly opened the curtains.

"Whoa-"

The long-lost sun rises from the east, and the clouds in the distance gradually dissipate. Under the ice and snow, the Xu family’s old house becomes golden. The houses, walls, woods, fields... are all clear, and the world is as clear as a blind man who has been blind for ten years. Brand new eyes.

"ohhhhhhhhh—"

"Eight months!!! Eight months of snow, stop!!!"

"After the snow stopped, the first sunny day is worth celebrating." Cheng Yuming was so happy that he didn't even put on his clothes. He went into the basement, planning to find some ingredients and make a big table meal to celebrate the "Shou De Yun Kai" one day.

Xu Zhonglei walked around the yard dozens of times with his family's cats and dogs, took out his cell phone that he hadn't taken out for hundreds of years, and sang "Good Luck" at the highest volume.

Happy things are worthy of singing and dancing. Minorities do not deceive me!

No matter how far away, there was a cheer after being absorbed by the soft snowflakes——

"RNM, God, I'm alive! Didn't expect it hahahahahahaha——"

"...You have the ability to never come out of the sun again! I can live another month!"

The ice layer accumulated in eight months is tens of centimeters, and it will take several days to melt even if the sun comes out, but this does not prevent the people in the old Xu family from planning one by one for the coming days.

Xu Zhiping is going to knock down the house and rebuild it. The walls should be thicker, at least [-] centimeters thick, and the foundation should be raised a little higher, preferably one meter high. When it snows again, you don’t have to work hard to shovel the roots of the walls;

Uncle Tie and Guoqiang Guosheng have already made an appointment. The three of them want to renovate the house. The kang needs to be remodeled. It is best to move the kitchen inside the house. With a few useful buckets, the elderly are always constipated, and going to the toilet in the open is really tormenting...

Dr. Zeng wanted to go to the Chinese medicine store in the town and take his son to see if he could find some more medical books;

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But I never expected that it was a little girl who first put the countless thoughts in my heart into action——

Xu Minmin.

She wants to separate.

This is a frying pan, Xu Zhonglei's family rushed to Xu Hui's house, and heard the old village chief Chunchun teaching:

"...Why do you think so much, a little girl? Isn't it right to do some work at home? Didn't your mother-in-law starve you? If you weren't raised by your mother-in-law and your parents, you would have died in these few months." I just starved to death. Now that the weather is a little better, you are planning to split up without expecting anything in return?! How can there be such a reason for eating free food like this? Humans are not beasts, and they cannot be white-eyed wolves..."

"You are fifteen... 16 years old this year. Even if it is before, there is no reason for a girl's family to separate without getting married. Old man, I have lived in the Xu family's old house for so many years, and there is no such thing! If we agree, we will Our old face is completely humiliated! No separation! How can we divide?!" The old village chief waved his hands again and again, and then pointed out: "Xu Zhiping, let me make a statement first. If you agree to separate, you just don't want to separate my old village. Keep it in your eyes!"

With her cheeks drooping, Zhu Xi said coolly:

"Split! You gave the bride price, you can divide it any way you want, even if you jump into the river now, I have no problem."