Chapter 23

In this buffer period of less than a month, they have to collect enough forage to meet the supply of the whole sheep, and the most terrible thing is that they also have to make their own food reserves for the whole winter.

From today on, it is no longer the grazing time of one or two people, but the collective dispatch of four people.

Even Aunt Liu, who often does housework at home, rushed the young sand chicken that had just begun to grow into a chicken nest, carried a basket on her back and ran to the oasis together.

Oh, I forgot to say that these two sand chickens were the eggs that Gu Zheng had tried to protect.

Under the irradiation of the light bulb, uncle he confirmed that it was a fertilized egg, and they hatched it.

Three produce two, what a high hatching rate, and the little egg that died halfway was not wasted by Gu Zheng.

Hairy eggs, baked on the stove, crunchy!

When Gu Zheng ate this, Samantha screamed.

This ignorant woman doesn't understand the hairy Egg Art in Hutong Culture at all.

If you can sprinkle some pepper, salt and pepper noodles, it's delicious in the world.

Looking at the closed sand chicken, Gu Zheng thought so much for a moment.

"What's the problem? Gu Zheng, we have a heavy task today!"

Uncle he, the leader, looks dignified. Yes, now before the forage grows too dry and coarse, he has to harvest it manually, dry it, bale and store it, so as to prepare the sheep for the winter.

And his task today is not light. It's time to clean up the oasis.

There is always no surplus food at home!

Subconsciously, uncle he looked up at the blue sky.

When winter comes here, the bad weather can cause heavy snow and mountain closure or hurricane sweeping at any time.

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

"Hold on! Let's go!"

The gurgling Qingxi water reflects the sparkling light. On the stone wall beside the stream, the attached algae are carefully collected by Aunt Liu.

The bent Gu Zheng couldn't lift his head, because the five big frames in front of him were like bottomless holes, which had not yet been filled.

Uncle he has wrapped his hands and feet firmly with his strongest canvas clothes, and tied one end tightly in the thorn forest at the edge of the cliff. As for Samantha, she picked all the fruits that can be collected in the jujube forest outside.

Time has never been so insufficient as now. Even if Gu Zheng has never felt the cruelty of winter in the new province, uncle he's experience will never be wrong.

The experts at that time were not brick experts.

It's always right to listen to the old man!

"Ha ha! Great! Gu Zheng! Come and help me and see what I found!"

On the other side of the thorn forest and near the Gobi, he shuna greeted with surprise.

Because the density of this thorn forest is too high, Gu Zheng never goes beyond the minefield when herding sheep.

Isn't there any baby opposite?

Gu Zheng, who was excited by uncle he's cry, threw his sickle into the straw basket and ran excitedly.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!"

I'm excited to patronize. This is for you.

The curious Aunt Liu and Samantha also slowed down. They were laughing and waiting for the two men who returned again to bring them much surprise.

'shasha... '

After a long time, the other end of the thorn forest began to shake.

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

"Wow"

Gu Zheng, covered with scars, climbed out in this way, holding a string of familiar rhizomes in his hand.

"Potatoes!!!"

Aunt Liu and Samantha's surprise cry rang!!

But it's a little small!

The potatoes in Gu Zheng's hands are different from those planted. They are huge one by one. The potatoes in his hands are uneven and strange.

At first glance, it is the wild potatoes that eat in this world with their own strength.

Seeing the disappointed eyes of the two women, Gu Zheng on one side also walked out of the thorn forest, but he shuna pointed out: "what's more, there can't be enough in the basket behind him!"

These women are too cruel. Let Gu Zheng resist a potato sample with his bare hands. Otherwise, how could he cover his dark but delicate face when crossing the line of fire.

At that time, there was no saying of small fresh meat. After seeing potatoes, who had time to see Gu Zheng's rough face.

Samantha didn't even have time to throw the jujube in her hand into the basket, so the SA Yazi ran towards the thorn forest.

Uncle he finally showed his true face on his back. A basket full of sharp potatoes was crowded and thrown into the rattan basket.

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

The smile on uncle he's face is too tired to pay for his life. A down-to-earth mood finally falls in everyone's heart.

The days are spent in such a tense and busy but full of energy

In the straw shed built beside the sheepfold, bundles of bound hay were stacked.

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

The sand chicken with its wings cut off has finally come to the day of winter. Because the insect grass seeds are fed enough, it is rare that they also have the fat of domestic chicken on their combat chicken.

Baskets of potatoes were dug out by Gu Zheng and he Shu, becoming the most reliable grain reserve before winter.

In the sunny area in the corner of the wall, there are a row of tenacious onion seedlings on the ploughed thin land. Behind them are the last few Chinese cabbage not pulled out of the ground in autumn.

The stove ceiling on the back side 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 water scarce but very sweet Elaeagnus angustifolia has been finely ground into jujube noodles by the big stones in the village.

If you don't say, you don't know that the sweet flour eaten in your mouth is ground by the poorly sold dried jujubes hanging on the wooden fence at the side of the window.

The windows on both sides of the three rooms were filled with burning matches composed of various dead branches, while a layer of coking coal was stacked in a lonely soil open pit on the far right.

Mixed with yellow mud and dried in the winter sun, it can be used as a combustible for briquettes to fill the stove. It can be regarded as a rare thing here.

This is the result of Aunt Liu and Samantha picking up cinders by the railway when they are free for more than a month.

This charismatic woman makes the train drivers who often pass by here full of "sympathy" for her behavior of picking up coal. In late autumn, when winter is coming, they contribute the cinders "consumed" by the train every time it passes through three rooms.

Of course, they did not forget their group of most important materials, the sheepfold of 103 sheep.