During times of famine: I have a spiritual spring space

Chen Jian'an successfully borrowed the oxcart.

In their village, there are only three oxcarts in total, and they are not allowed to be lent out when there is a heavy production workload. Everyone cherishes the oxen and treats them like royalty.

The fact that they can lend it out now shows that the production team has indeed been quite idle lately.

"Brother Hui, get in the car," Chen Jianan called out.

He sat in front, herding the cattle. Cattle are creatures that know how to behave; some people are simply impossible to control. And when a bull gets stubborn, there's absolutely nothing you can do about it.

Fortunately, Chen Jian'an was quite familiar with this cow, having cut grass and fed it before, so it was relatively obedient.

Zhuang Lihui then sat in the back of the car.

However, the cow didn't give him any face and actually stopped, no matter how Chen Jian'an tried to urge it on.

Zhuang Lihui jumped down.

The ox started walking again, without Chen Jian'an having to urge it on.

Zhuang Lihui: "..."

Is this directed at me?

He tried hard to recall if he had ever offended this old ox before.

Chen Jian'an was also quite embarrassed. What to do? Old Niu had a problem with Brother Hui!

"Brother Hui, how about I go back and get a different cow?" Chen Jian'an thought to himself: If you don't want to do it, there are plenty of cows to do it, just get a different one.

Zhuang Lihui carried his bag over, opened it, took out a handful of corn kernels, and placed them near the old ox's mouth: "Eat up!"

The old ox snatched the corn kernels from his hand with a single swipe of its tongue.

Chen Jian'an opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing.

In this kind of year, why feed livestock corn? If it were him, he wouldn't be able to bear it; at most, he would wait until he got back and cut some tender grass for them to eat himself.

The old ox wasn't satisfied yet, so it stretched its head over.

Zhuang Lihui had no choice but to take out another handful and feed it.

Damn it! I still have to pay the fare?

Seeing that it still seemed unsatisfied after finishing its meal, Zhuang Lihui slapped the cow on the head: "Don't push your luck, hurry up and leave, I'll give you a couple more bites when I get back."

Just have a taste, do you really want to eat your fill?

This time, the old ox finally agreed to leave.

The oxcart traveled out of the village and soon arrived at the place where Zhuang Lihui had met the two children last time. He looked towards the foot of the mountain not far away and could vaguely see two logs and a figure.

Only his physique, modified by the spiritual spring, allows him to see far. Chen Jian'an, on the other hand, cannot see anything at all at the foot of the mountain.

"Stop!" Zhuang Lihui shouted.

Chen Jian'an immediately tugged on the ox rope, and the old ox wisely stopped.

"Brother Hui, what's wrong?"

Zhuang Lihui casually replied, "Wait here for me for a bit, I'm going to take a dump."

"Okay! Go ahead!" Chen Jianan didn't suspect anything.

Zhuang Lihui got off the oxcart and walked towards the other side of the mountain, going further and further away.

At this moment, Chen Jian'an scratched his head and thought to himself: Brother Hui is too particular, isn't he? He could just find a tree and take care of it behind it.

After defecating, he would simply pick some leaves to wipe himself, or scrape himself with a couple of twigs, or even rub himself with a clod of dirt.

These days, wiping your butt is pretty much like this, especially in the wild.

Chen Jianan thought that Brother Hui was probably embarrassed, since it was too close to the road and someone passing by might see it.

At the foot of the mountain, Xiao Fan and Xiao Yu, the two siblings, were filled with anxiety. They had been waiting there for a long time, afraid of missing them. Yesterday, the two siblings had gone up the mountain, cut down two trees, and painstakingly rolled them down to the foot of the mountain.

It's impossible for them to carry it down or shoulder it; they don't have that much strength.

"Brother, do you think our eldest brother will really come?" The little girl's hands were cut in several places by the reeds.

She was very tired yesterday, but the corn was so delicious that she didn't complain even though she was exhausted.

"They'll definitely come," Xiao Fan said to his sister.

In his eyes, that man was a god descended from heaven to save his family. He firmly believed that the man would not lie to him, and if he couldn't wait today, he would wait again tomorrow.

After all, that guy said he comes every two or three days.

No sooner had they finished speaking than they saw a figure walking quickly toward them from afar.

"Brother, someone's here."

Xiao Fan nodded, his face beaming with joy: "It should be that older brother."

Sure enough, when Zhuang Lihui approached, they recognized him as the older brother who had given them the corn cobs that day.

The two men went up to him simultaneously and greeted him, "Big Brother!"

Zhuang Lihui nodded slightly and poured out 10 ears of corn from the sack, which he had just put in from the spiritual spring space.

"You don't need to wait here next time. Just cut down the wood. I'll come back every two or three days. I'll put the corn in that cave. Try to cover it up with something later," Zhuang Lihui told them.

If he doesn't come out today, won't these two little guys have waited for nothing?

The two little ones' eyes were completely drawn to the corn cob.

After hearing Zhuang Lihui's words, Xiao Fan came to her senses: "Okay! I understand, thank you, brother."

He didn't ask the older man his name; his mother told him not to unless the older man told him himself.

"Thank you, big brother!" the little girl said, echoing her thanks.

My mother always said that I must be polite.

"Alright, you guys go back first. Take the detour that way, don't go this way." Zhuang Lihui pointed.

The two little ones were very obedient. They brought bags, filled them with corn, and quickly carried them away, trying to avoid everyone as much as possible.

Although they are young, they know a lot.

Once they had walked a little further away, Zhuang Lihui immediately put the wood into his spiritual spring space and then turned around and walked back.

"Brother Hui, are you done pooping so quickly?"

Zhuang Lihui: "You really think I went to take a dump? Forget it, don't ask me anything."

He couldn't even be bothered to make up an excuse.

Hearing this, Chen Jian'an wasn't angry. He started herding the cattle and continued towards Baishi Commune. Along the way, he shared village information with Zhuang Lihui, especially some of the funniest things.

After he finished speaking, Zhuang Lihui didn't laugh; instead, he started laughing nonstop.

"Is it that funny?" Zhuang Lihui was speechless.

Well! Another guy with a low threshold for laughter.

Old hands like Zhuang Lihui, having been influenced by the jokes of later generations, have long since learned not to laugh under normal circumstances, unless they can't help it.

So, Xiao Fan and Xiao Yu sneaked back home and quickly closed the door behind them.

"Mom! We're back."

The woman who was sitting on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) sewing shoe soles heard the sound, immediately put down her needlework, and hurriedly got up to greet him, her eyes full of anxiety.

"You're finally back. Hope you weren't spotted by the villagers. The mountain road is difficult to walk on, and you were carrying so much stuff. Are you exhausted?" The woman's tone was full of concern.

Xiao Fan shook his head and gently placed the bag on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed): "Mom, we took a roundabout route, no one saw us, and we weren't tired at all."

"Mom, look! That man brought us corn again, lots of it!"

The woman looked down and saw the 10 ears of corn with firm kernels that looked sweet; her eyes instantly welled up with tears.

These days, food is incredibly precious. Every household eats wild vegetables, and sweet potatoes are a luxury. How could you possibly see such good corn?