During this buffer period of less than a month, they had to collect enough forage to feed the entire flock, and most terrifyingly, they had to prepare their own food reserves for the whole winter. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

From today onwards, it will no longer be a grazing time for one or two people, but a collective dispatch of four people.

Even Aunt Liu, who often cleans up the housework at home, drove the young chickens of the sand grouse that had just begun to grow into the chicken coop, put the basket on her back, and ran to the oasis together.

Oh, I forgot to mention that these two sand chickens were the eggs that the two chickens that had entered Gu Zheng's belly had worked hard to protect.

After being confirmed by Uncle He to be a fertilized egg under the light bulb, it was hatched by them.

Three yields and two productions, what a high hatching rate, and the little eggs that died halfway were not wasted by Gu Zheng.

Mao'er eggs, roasted on the stove, crunchy!

When Gu Zheng ate this, Shamantha on the side screamed.

This ignorant mother-in-law doesn't understand the art of hairy eggs in Hutong culture at all.

If you can sprinkle some salt and pepper noodles or something, it will be a delicious delicacy in the world.

Looking at the locked sand chicken, in just a moment, Gu Zheng thought so much.

"What's the matter, Gu Zheng, our task today is heavy!"

Uncle He, who was the first to the head, looked solemn, yes, now before the forage grows too dry, old and rotten, it must be harvested manually, dried and bundled for storage, so as to prepare the sheep for winter.

And his task today is not light, it is time to carry out a big sweep of the oasis.

There is always no surplus food at home!

Subconsciously, Uncle He looked up at the blue sky that seemed to be particularly high.

When winter arrives, the harsh weather can cause heavy snow to cover the mountains or hurricanes to sweep away at any time.

At that time, it may not even be possible to receive basic supplies once a week.

"Hurry up! Let's go!!"

The gurgling clear stream reflected the sparkling waves, and the algae attached to the stone wall on the edge of the stream were carefully collected by Aunt Liu.

Gu Zheng, who was bent over, couldn't lift his head at all, because the five big frames in front of him were like bottomless pits and had not yet been filled.

Uncle He had already wrapped his hands and feet firmly with his sturdiest canvas clothes, and he had firmly tied his head into the thorn forest on the edge of the cliff, while Shamantha was in the outer jujube grove, picking all the fruits that could be collected.

Time has never been as insufficient as it is now, even if Gu Zheng has never felt the cruelty of winter in the new province, but Uncle He's experience will never be wrong.

At that time, the experts were not bricks.

Listen to the old man, it's always right!

"Haha! Great! Gu Zheng! Come and help me, see what I found!"

On the other side of the thorn forest, from the side near the Gobi, Uncle He's greeting with surprise came.

Because the density of this thorn forest is too high, Gu Zheng never takes a step beyond the thunder pond when herding sheep.

Is there any treasure on the other side?

Gu Zheng, who was also excited by Uncle He's shout, threw the sickle in his hand into the forage basket and ran over happily.

"Whew!squeak!squeak!"

Patronizing the excitement, this is for the piercing.

The movements of the curious Aunt Liu and Shamantha also slowed down, and they laughed as they waited for the two men who had returned again to surprise them.

'Rustle..'

It was a long time before the other end of the thorn forest began to tremble.

It seems that these two must have gained a lot, otherwise how could it take so long?

'Wow'

Gu Zheng, who was covered in scars, crawled out like this, carrying a bunch of familiar rhizome plants in his hand.

"Potato !!"

Aunt Liu and Shamantha's cries of surprise rang out!!

But that's a bit small!

The potatoes in Gu Zheng's hands are different from the potatoes planted, they are all huge, and the potatoes in his hands are uneven and strangely shaped.

At first glance, it is a wild potato that is grabbing food in this world with its own strength.

Seeing the disappointed eyes of the two women, Gu Zhengxiang on the side also walked out of the thorn forest, but Uncle He, who was unharmed, pointed at him: "There are many, Uncle He can't fit in the basket behind him!"

This group of women is too cruel, just let Gu Zheng resist a potato sample with his bare hands, otherwise how could he cover his dark but delicate face when he crossed the line of fire.

At that time, there was no such thing as little fresh meat, and after seeing the potatoes, who would have the time to look at Gu Zheng's rough face.

Shamantha didn't even have time to throw the dates in her hand into the basket, and the girl ran towards the thorn forest.

Uncle He's back finally revealed its true face, and a basket full of spiky potatoes was crowded and thrown into the rattan basket.

"Don't worry, it's enough for us to eat, the wild potatoes over there have multiplied all year round and have formed a large area. You don't have to worry about food rations this winter. ”

The smile on Uncle He's face, tired of dying, is not worth his life, and a mood called steadfastness finally fell in everyone's heart.

The days are spent in such a hectic but energetic way......

In the hay shed set up next to the sheepfold, bundles of hay were stacked.

Stack after stack, stacked higher and higher, until the whole shed was full.

The sand chickens that have been clipped have finally come to the day of winter, because the small cordyceps seeds are fed sufficiently, and it is rare that the fat of domestic chickens also appears on the bodies of their fighting chickens.

Baskets of potatoes were dug up by Gu Zheng and Uncle He in batches, and became the most solid reserve grain before the arrival of winter.

In the sunny area of the corner, on the thin land that has been reclaimed, there is a row of tenacious green onion seedlings, and behind them are the last few Chinese cabbages that have not been pulled out of the ground in autumn.

The roof of the stove at the back of the house was reinforced with a layer of wood by Gu Zheng, because the full rations inside were their most important hope for the winter.

The sand dates, which are scarce in water but very sweet, have been finely ground into jujube noodles by the big stones in the township.

If you don't talk about the sweet flour that rustles in your mouth, you won't know that it is made from dried jujubes that are dried on a wooden fence by the window and ground from very poor appearance.

The windows on either side of the three rooms were stacked with matches made of dead branches, and a lone earthen open-air cellar on the far right was stacked with a layer of coking coal.

This kind of combustible material mixed with yellow mud and dried in the winter sun can be used as briquettes to fill the stove, which is considered a rarity here.

This is the result of Aunt Liu and Shamantha going to the side of the railway to pick up cinders when they have free time for more than a month.

This extremely charismatic woman made the train drivers who often passed by here full of 'sympathy' for her behavior of picking up coal, and in the late autumn, when winter was about to come, they contributed to the cinders that were 'consumed' on the way of each train passing through three rooms.

Of course, they did not forget their most important flock, the sheepfold of one hundred and three sheep.