Hard times have room

Chapter 443
After Pauline had finished walking some of the places she knew, she didn't go back immediately, although the harvest this morning was already very good.

It's still early, there are still mushrooms in the woods, just walk around, as long as you look carefully, you can always see a few mushrooms.

In this way, Pauline wandered in the woods of the back mountain for more than two hours, and the basket behind her was full again.

This time, Paulin didn't put the mushrooms into the space anymore, but hurried home with a heavy backpack on her back. Along the way, she met a lot of people, and her mouth froze as she laughed.

Possibly because of the experience in the past two days, Paulin spent four or five hours wandering on the mountain this time. Except for some soreness in her feet, she did not have any other adverse reactions. She estimated that she only needed to rest for an hour and it should be almost the same.

For this, Pauline is still very satisfied, but the excitement of picking up so many mushrooms in the morning almost subsided at the thought of going back to school tomorrow.

After all, being in school means that you can no longer put things in the space. For this, Pauline will feel very depressed. Now she is full of infinite things about putting food in the space. Enthusiasm, likewise, will give her a great sense of security.

As soon as she got home, Pauline first got some old or stuffy mushrooms outside, or they were in an unobstructed position, half-dried and wilted by the sun. This time The number is a bit large, and Pauline had to take some fresh mushrooms from the side her parents had posted before, otherwise, a large piece of mushrooms are all "old, weak and sick", which is really strange, if you look at it The appearance is really good and clean, so just put it in the back basket and keep it for lunch.

Back in the kitchen and eating the cold wild vegetable soup left for her, Pauline moved a small stool and planned to start washing the mushrooms.

Suddenly, Paulin thought of the bamboo rats at the back of the house. After thinking about it, she decided to go and feed them. It was just a few steps away. It was very simple.

She almost forgot them just now. Her parents are usually more busy at work, so they should forget to feed them from time to time. She is at home, but she can't forget them.

Well, at this time, someone has completely forgotten that she forgot to feed herself last night.

As soon as she removed the thatch that covered the bamboo rat's nest, Paulin took out a large amount of bamboo roots and leaves from the broken basket next to it and threw them in. It had been a long time. It was yesterday, and the bamboo leaves were turning yellow. curled up.

As soon as the food went in, the bamboo rats did not behave as elegantly as yesterday, and they rushed up to them in a swarm, vying for each other.

Yesterday, when Paulin threw the bamboo leaves in, the group of bamboo rats walked over slowly. Each rat occupied a position and nibbled slowly. Looking at their fierce appearance today, it was obvious that they were already hungry. It's been a long time, did you forget to feed it last night?
This Pauline didn't know very well, anyway, she didn't feed, if her parents didn't feed like her, then these little guys should really be starving.

Looking at the fierce battle below, the two cute little members couldn't squeeze out the fully grown bamboo rats. They were ruthlessly pushed out of the battle circle. , they all mercilessly pushed the two little ones out together.

"If you want to eat it, wait until they eat the rest." This should be the psychological activity of the few bamboo rats who are working hard.

Bao Lin couldn't help but put a bunch of bamboo leaves in it, right next to the two little bamboo rats. These are the only animals kept in her family. .

After feeding the bamboo rat, Pauline, who thought she had a problem, went back to the kitchen, scooped a basin of water into the wooden basin, sat on the small bench, and began to wash the mushrooms.

Mushrooms are delicious to eat, fun to pick up, not difficult to cook, and the most difficult thing is to wash them.

With just that pot of mushrooms, her bottom would be numb while sitting. Washing that pot of mushrooms is much more difficult than picking up a pot of mushrooms.

Paulin collected half of the washed mushrooms into the space, and the remaining half of the pot was enough for the family of three to eat at noon, and there was no need to eat wild vegetables, and she didn't dig it.

Put the mushrooms in the space and cook them secretly when she is at home alone in the afternoon. This is her snack next month, um, mushroom soup.

Just after washing the mushrooms, Pauline stood up and walked around the yard casually. For the next half hour, she definitely didn't want to hit the bench with her butt.

Pauline found that the pumpkin vines at home were growing more and more lush, but there were more and more fireflies and ladybugs crawling on it. As for the large pumpkin leaf in front of her, Pauline just couldn't find anything intact, no bugs. I've eaten it, to be honest, it's really a bit miserable.

In addition to the leaves, even the biggest, fist-sized pumpkins, which are still fresh and tender now, have not been able to escape the control of the insects. There are many gnawed scars on the skin, pits and pits, and the juice that the pumpkin itself seeps out, drying. The yellow crystals that condensed afterward are such an ugly word.

The only consolation should be that even if they were bitten into such a ghostly appearance, these pumpkins still grew on the vines well, and they did not move because they were too ugly, so they turned yellow, took off their handles, and performed suicide.

She felt that if she just kept growing like this, maybe after two or three months, she would still be able to eat the pumpkins at home, so she wondered if they could hold up.

Pauline, who had nothing to do, looked at the dead bugs on the pumpkin vines, and directly started to do what she often did in the past two days. She started catching bugs. It is non-toxic, and there is no problem with getting started directly.

Ladybugs seven stars and fireflies don't seem to bite. Anyway, Paulin has never been bitten by these two things since she was a child. She was caught before, and she was fed to the chickens in the old house. Those old hens, one bite at a time , eating can be cheerful, those days, even laying eggs are extraordinarily diligent.

Now that I have caught it, Pauline doesn't know what to do with this thing for the time being. There shouldn't be a shortage of bugs in the old house?

She could only find a small broken clay pot to contain these insects. She said it was a small broken clay pot. In fact, it means that the lid is cracked and can be closed. The gap is not too big, and the ladybug cannot escape.

This small broken clay pot was picked up by her from outside. The pot and the lid are not a set. She picked up the two things twice. Not to mention, they are quite suitable.

Pauline started catching bugs. Alarmed by her actions, many bugs began to fly to other places uneasy. Obviously, they thought this place was no longer safe.

These insects flew away, and Pauline didn't care, and started to catch them directly from her side. These insects were very small, not even the size of her fingernails, and they had no resistance at all.

(End of this chapter)