Hard times have room

Chapter 483 The Sweet Potato Field

After a while, Pauline went to the bathroom with her sore body up. All the things were taken out from the space, including clothes, buckets, handkerchiefs and shoes. She put them all in the space. She was so tired now. Lazy went to the room and took it out one by one, and then went through the main room to the bathroom.

For more than half an hour, Paulin, with wet hair, rested her head on the soft pillow she brought back from school, snorted and slept peacefully on her small bamboo bed.

Over the past year, although she has grown a little taller, she is still so thin, it is no problem for her to sleep on this bamboo bed.

She had no dreams all night until the next morning, and no one woke her up. By the time Pauline woke up naturally, the sun was already high.

Paulin put on her straw sandals, went out the door of the room, and went straight to the kitchen to wash up. Then, she found her breakfast today in the tightly covered iron pot, thin white porridge, pure, with nothing in it. add.

Smelling the aroma of the long-lost white porridge, Paulin almost couldn't hold back. The porridge was still very fragrant. Although it was not so hot now, the taste of the porridge was much lighter, but it couldn't escape Paulin's nose.

It was quite a surprise, but Pauline was not polite. It just so happened that she was a little hungry. She took out a bowl from the shabby cabinet, put the porridge into the bowl, and drank it.

Maybe it was because she woke up too late, and the scalding porridge had become warm, but at this temperature, it tasted just right, very soft and smooth.

Paulin didn't like drinking porridge before, she only liked to eat, but here, she fell in love with drinking porridge. Of course, it was limited to white rice porridge. The pure one, she felt that the taste was very fragrant.

After eating in the kitchen, Paulin, who flushed the bowl by the way, walked out of the kitchen and looked into the yard, and saw a piece of mushrooms drying in the center of the yard. It was about the size of two tables in her house. One flower next to the other, indicating that her parents had a good harvest this morning.

When she thought that there were mushrooms in the forest now, Pauline didn't know what to do at first, but now she found her target all of a sudden.

Although she felt a little strange, why did she pick up mushrooms when she was at home last vacation, and when she came back this time, she picked them up again, but after thinking about it for a moment, Pauline put the matter behind her, it was none of her business matter.

Besides, there is no fixed time for growing mushrooms. At most, it can only be divided into a rough time. When it grows, where it grows, and how much it grows, it is inconclusive.

Pauline carried a basket, a sickle, and a stick, locked the door and went out.

She used a shovel before, mainly to shovel wild vegetables, and now she uses a scythe mainly for self-defense. She doesn't know what's in the woods now, but she can't go wrong with a scythe, and it makes her a little bit of resistance. Force, well, specific and simple, mainly for self-defense.

Taking a brisk pace, Pauline walked out of the door of her house. She didn't come back for more than a month. She couldn't wait to go outside and have a look. She didn't know what changes would be made.

Following the main road in front of the house, as soon as Paulin walked to the field in the village, she watched the insects occupying a piece of land in groups of three or five. A sweet potato field that was almost eaten up, Pauline was stunned.

She suddenly thought of her own sweet potato field. It was dark last night, and she couldn't see it clearly. This morning, she came out too quickly, and she didn't pay attention to it. Now she sees the sweet potato field on the roadside being covered with insects. , Pauline couldn't help it.

The sweet potatoes grown in the sweet potato field are an important source of food for their family of three. For example, last year, if they had not relied on the sweet potato field to harvest several hundred catties of sweet potatoes, her family would have run out of food in the spring of this year. Her family endured abruptly for more than three months, and the credit is not too big.

She couldn't even imagine what her family would be like if there was no sweet potato harvest in the private plot this year.

Thinking of this, Paulin couldn't wait any longer. She rushed back with the basket on her back. When she passed by Wang Cheng's house, even if Wang Cheng's daughter called her, she didn't answer.

Pauline stood beside the mushrooms her parents picked up and basked in the sun, bent down, gasped for a few heavy breaths, and then threw the stick and shoulder strap that she was holding tightly in her hand, and the whole person slowed down. Tun Tun moved to the vegetable field behind the house.

When she walked around the kitchen, she could see the scene in the vegetable field. Although she had already prepared, but looking at the vegetable field in front of her with only a little sweet potato cane left, Pauline still felt a little unacceptable. A month ago, I came here to feed the bamboo rats. When I was walking fast, I glanced back. The land was still green and lush with leaves, but now it was gnawed by insects.

Turning her head slightly, Pauline shifted her gaze to the corner where ginger, garlic, and chili peppers were grown. The chili pepper tree had completely dried up, and only a dry chili branch was standing there.

However, the place where the ginger and garlic seedlings were planted was abruptly green and luscious, as if they were growing normally and had not been harmed by insects at all.

Paulin rubbed her eyes and read it again in disbelief. After that, she walked directly there and looked at the intact ginger and garlic sprouts in front of her. After thinking about it, Paulin thought that these two crops should be too pungent. Now, the insects may not be able to accept the smell, so they all hide away.

When she used to follow her grandmother, the ginger and garlic grown at home had never been infested by insects.

The survival of these two things is a small consolation!
Looking at the sweet potato field in front of her, Pauline suddenly felt that it was not so difficult to accept.

Paulin walked over directly, looking at the baldness that had been eaten by the insects, with no leaves, only the old sweet potato vine branches half a meter long. Green, it means that the sweet potato below is not dead yet, but if it goes on like this, the sweet potato seems to be crippled even if it doesn't die. This is still based on the fact that the insects in the ground have not attacked them.

After all, sweet potatoes mainly rely on sweet potato vines to absorb nutrients. Now that sweet potato vines have been eaten by insects, they are half dead. Pauline can think of what this sweet potato will look like.

Forget it, don't think about it anymore, the more she thought about it, the more upset she became. Paulin turned around and went to the bamboo rat den to see the plump bamboo rat inside.

When the thatched roof was lifted, the bamboo rats inside were cuddling close to each other, seemingly sleeping, and all the noise outside seemed to have nothing to do with them.

Looking at these little guys, Pauline finally breathed a sigh of relief, not for anything else, but for their cute appearance.

She fed them some bamboo roots from the broken basket next to them, and then covered them with thatch. Pauline turned around and went to the front yard, picking up the back basket, sickle and stick that she had thrown away before. This lunch is still To eat drops!
(End of this chapter)