Farming life in the last days

After returning to his hometown, Du Qing didn't continue to buy things online. He had almost prepared everything he needed to prepare.

The thing to do now is to see what is missing from the materials you have prepared, and then make up for the lack. The heavy snow in winter, except staying at home, in the first year, everyone’s cold resistance is insufficient, and most people are in the house. stay here.

But it's still early, nearly three months before winter arrives.

At that time, the snow will cover the sky, electricity and water will be cut off, and firewood can be used in the countryside, but people in the city will be different.

In fact, his family no longer uses firewood, but uses liquefied petroleum gas, which is convenient and fast and can be stored for a long time. When others were rushing to buy food, he bought a lot of storage space and stocked more than ten cans in the house.

There is also the coal to be prepared for the winter. He plans to spend another month, when the temperature will reach over [-] degrees, and it will be much cheaper to buy it with grain.

Just using liquefied petroleum gas, there are six months in winter, and the little liquefied petroleum gas in the house is definitely not enough.

Due to the failure of the mutation, most of the trees on the mountain died. In addition to the sun exposure, the dead trees were dried up in a few days, as if they were left for people to prepare for the winter.

"Xiao Du, do you want to go when we go to the mountain to cut firewood?" Wang Qiang held a hatchet and a bundle of bamboo strips, and was wearing old clothes.

"Wait for me." Du Qing went to change a set of clothes, thinking that the tricycle he had lent to him before was still effective.

"Mom and Dad, I'll go to the mountain to chop firewood." After greeting them, Du Qing drove Wang Qiang out in a tricycle.

Although the location of their village is a bit remote, there is also a cement road in the village. Because they planted citrus trees together in their village, the village head called on everyone to pay some money for road repairs from each household. Of course, those who have money can have more donate money.

They used the money to build a concrete road leading to the foot of the mountain in their village, so that when it was time to pick oranges, they didn't have to work so hard to pick them back home.

Basically, every household has a motorcycle. It is very convenient to use a motorcycle to transport things.

"Xiao Du, doesn't your family use firewood? Why do you come to chop firewood?"

"We plan to live in the village for a long time and only use gas and electricity. There is so much money there!" Du Qing replied.

It was a bit late for them to come, there were already many people working on the mountain, and there were many dead trees on the mountain, so there was no need for everyone to quarrel.

You choose one location, I choose another location, hands up and down, the sound of chopping firewood echoed in the mountains.

They were already far behind the others, and the two of them didn't hesitate. They found a place where no one was around, picked a dead tree, and started working.

"Xiao Du, why did you buy such a big hatchet? It's not easy to use." Wang Qiang regretted cutting wood with him, but Du Qing's family has a tricycle, which is much better than him picking it up again and again. Du's appearance, a person who sits in an office all day, how can he have any strength, and he still has to do most of the work of chopping firewood.

"It's okay, I use this one more easily." It took more strength, but he felt uncomfortable holding the light-handed hatchet, so he bought this hatchet.

As soon as the hand was raised and lowered, the wrist-sized piece of wood broke with a click.

He didn't seem to use much force just now, seeing that Wang Qiang was also chopping down a tree trunk of about the same size, he chopped it down a few times before cutting it off.

Du Qing subconsciously reduced his strength, tried several times, and finally cut off the trunk after several strokes.

After Wang Qiang chopped a bundle of firewood, he raised his head to see how Du Qing was doing, whether he had done half of it.

turn out……

Du Qing has now completed two bundles, and is now tying the second bundle with bamboo strips.

"Xiao Du, did termites chew on your firewood? That kind of firewood is unbearable, and it burns out in no time." Wang Qiang reminded.

"Well, I got it." Du Qing looked at himself and then at Wang Qiang. His speed seemed a little fast?

"Ah! Help!!!!"

"What happened?" Wang Qiang was so frightened that he dropped the hatchet, and asked when he heard the piercing scream.

"I don't know either, let's go and have a look?" Du Qing was not afraid, took the hatchet, and ran to the place where the screams came from like the others.

The two of them were located a little farther away. When they arrived, there were already many people around, and the two of them also squeezed in: "What's the matter? What happened?"

"I don't know, I just came here." The person who asked the question replied, standing on tiptoe and looking inside.

When I squeezed inside, I realized that it was his twenty-year-old aunt who was screaming, and she was sitting on the ground, rolling all over the floor!

Others watched from a distance, and those who had a good relationship with her rushed forward to hold her down, and it took four or five people to hold her down.

"It's itchy, itchy, itchy!!" The naked~exposed skin has already been scratched with red marks, and if she continues to let her go, the skin will probably be scratched.

"What's wrong with her?" Wang Qiang asked an uncle standing beside him.

Although Du Qing didn't have a good sense of Aunt Twenty, he was greedy for petty gains and was very talkative, but when he saw the plant not far from them, he knew it in his heart.

This is probably the mutated itchy grass, which looks similar to the common vines on the mountain.

Sometimes I didn’t prepare any bamboo strips, so I used this kind of vine to bind things. I looked around and saw her hatchet lying on one side, and a bundle of firewood with a dry vine tied to it. With a pile of unbound firewood.

The mutated plants are basically harmless, as long as you don't take the initiative to attack it, it will ignore you.But once it's damaged, it's hard to guess what it's attacking unless you can knock it out in one hit.

Itchy weed, as the name suggests, when it is hurt, it will sprinkle some spores on the attacker that can cause people to be irritated. If you don't scratch it, after the initial itching, it will gradually dissipate and disappear in ten minutes.

But if you reach out to scratch, the itch will become more and more intense, and you can't wait to scratch the outer layer of skin.

After Aunt Twenty was caught, it took a while before she finally calmed down, and the itchy feeling on her body was slowly dissipating.

The whole person was paralyzed on the ground: "Let me go! I'm fine."

"Rang Rang! Please, Rang Rang, Uncle Twenty is here." A young voice outside said panting.

Everyone made way for Uncle Twenty to walk in: "How do you feel now? Do you want to go to the hospital?"

Aunt Twenty breathed heavily, saw her man coming, and got up from the ground: "I'm fine, just let me take it easy."

"What happened just now? Sister, tell us, it's like being bewitched just now." An older uncle standing beside him asked.

Speaking of this, Aunt Twenty looked behind her in fear and swallowed: "Just now I chopped a bundle of firewood, because I didn't have any bamboo strips, so I found vines on the mountain to bind the firewood. At first I pulled a bundle of firewood. The dry vines are fine, but I took a knife to cut down the vine over there, and after I cut it, those vines started to move, I don’t know what they sprinkled on me, itched deeply, and let out a loud cry , the next thing is that you are here."

"The more you scratch, the more itchy. After they held me down, the itching slowly subsided." Aunt Twenty said with lingering fear, "Be careful when you see this plant, don't touch it."

"I think she was a ghost just now?" A discordant voice came from the crowd, and Du Qing recognized it. It was the voice of the third aunt who was at odds with Aunt Twenty.

After finishing speaking, she walked over to the plant that Aunt Twenty said disdainfully: "Who are you lying to?? This grass can still move? I'm afraid it's because of the wind."

"Look out—" She chopped up the vines, and the vines looked very strong. She searched the mountain for a while but couldn't find any vines, so she just cut two and went back to bundle firewood.

"Third Aunt!" Wang Qiang shouted, "It's moving...it's really moving..."

"Ah! It's so itchy!!" The third aunt was rolling all over the floor just like the twentieth aunt just now, her hands kept scratching out red marks on her body.

"Go up and help!" Wang Qiang said to the aunts who were stunned.

In the village, the person he hated the most was the third uncle and the third aunt, so he just watched the third aunt go up to die.

One thing he still remembers is that their new house used to be a kind of mud brick house. Next to their kitchen, a yellow bark tree was planted. He did it.

I watched helplessly as it grew fruit in the first year, and planned to pick it off and eat it in two days.

Two days before they picked it off, she ran to their house next door, and picked off all the yellow skins, saying: "This is our home, and this yellow skin belongs to us."

He also gave him a handful of yellow skins with a generous look.

He didn't want the yellow skin, and without saying anything, he took out a knife and chopped off the yellow skin tree he had planted.

It didn't take long to hold him down, and he slowly recovered.

Seeing this, the others looked at the vine with vigilance in their eyes, and kept its appearance in their minds, so that they would take a detour next time they encountered it.

After this incident happened, there were many plants on the mountain, and I was not in the mood to continue chopping firewood.

Bring back the firewood they cut here this morning, and plan to figure this out before continuing to chop wood.

Does anyone know if there are other plants?It will be bad if you encounter a poisonous plant.

Carrying firewood back with lingering fear, Du Qing and Wang Qiang had only cut two bundles of firewood, and the others walked home quickly, and the two of them went back with the others regretfully.

Du Qing is not afraid of those mutated plants, but everyone has gone back, and he stayed on the mountain alone, which is not good at all.