The seedlings in the wheat fields around Woer Village are knee-high, and there is a green scene in the mountains.
Although the rainy season has not yet arrived, because the reservoir was built before winter last year and filled with water all winter, the dry season this year is the best for Woer Village.
The water pool in Beigou grassland has completely dried up, and the spiny grass and thirsty grass on both sides of the ditch have been chewed up by antelope, leaving all the roots on the ground.
After a long winter, the wheat harvested last autumn has a few left, and then it has to cope with the long dry season
This year, the drought is more serious. Many villagers in his village have gone to Hailansa City to make a living, and some skilled masons and masons have gone to Woer Village to build reservoirs and artificial drains to prevent floods and dams.
Climb over Pagros Mountain and enter Oak Ridge to dig wild vegetables and cassava. Many villagers are worried about leaving their children at home and starving. They usually go into the mountains with their children to dig wild vegetables.
Many people will stop to look at the village when they pass by the entrance of Wall Village. They really want to have a good look at the reservoir under construction.
Today, this small stream in Woer Village is barren, and there are few streams with clear water flowing.
After this, the villagers will fill the dry water sac by the stream and then bend over to have a full drink before continuing to cross the mountain pass and enter Oak Ridge.
A group of children in Woer village sit on the tree face at the entrance of the village.
Old Sheila will also bring little Peter here every day. When she sees those villagers who are sallow and emaciated with hunger heading for Oak Ridge, she will also think of herself. At that time, if she loses Surdak, Rita will marry again in the future, and I am afraid she will join the army of digging wild vegetables in Oak Ridge with little Peter. Life is always full of hardships.
Old Sheila will hold little Peter tight at this time.
Peter, who was hugged by old Sheila, stared at his eyes and refused to be idle for a moment.
He looked curiously at the slave camp not far away and wanted to explore a room surrounded by reeds with his friends. He wanted to know what life those kobold slaves were like.
Several times, I almost got in, but I was stopped by the adults in the village.
The adults warned these naughty bear children that the kobolds would eat all kinds of meat, and their favorite food was children.
Little Peter showed his jujube shield and wood blade to his friends around him, which made the children very envious.
Sitting at the entrance of the village, chatting with several old people trees always leads to Surdak.
The old man asked, "Duck won’t leave this time, will he?"
A tall man appeared in old Sheila’s heart and said gently, "He is now a knight of the guard battalion in Hailansa City. He has to issue a mobilization order for plane war and may go to war at any time."
Another old man envied with sourness in his tone, "Yes, Little Duck was the first knight in our village to go out …"
Old Sheila didn’t want to talk about these brown-haired women who came out of the wasteland not far from her eyes.
Her hair is a mess, her shoulders are wide and her back is a baby, and she is accompanied by two big hands holding a small one.
A woman walks slowly, her skirt is broken, and her thin thighs will be exposed when she walks. Her face is a little hungry, and the yellow-backed child is crying while holding a piece of slender wicker in his hand.
The two girls are as thin as hemp stalks. Although they walk very hard behind the woman, they all bite their teeth and walk silently.
Their skirts are a little wet, and they have obviously drunk water by the stream.
Hearing the child crying, old Sheila got up from the tree and walked to meet the family.
"Which village are you from?"
Old Sheila has a bad hunch on the side of the road. She has to tilt her head to talk to that woman.
"Yuangang Village …" The woman stopped and said to old Sheila.
After she shook herself, the child tried to put him to sleep, and he would not feel too hungry in his dreams. He might find some wild vegetables if he crossed another ridge.
But the child refused to sleep anyway and cried more and more.
"From that far away?"
Old Sheila poked her head at the child and stretched out her hand to tease him.
The woman nodded reluctantly.
"Where’s the father?" Old Sheila asked casually
"Dead plane battlefield …" The woman turned her head and quietly hid her face bitter.
Suddenly, the child stopped crying. The woman looked back in surprise and saw that old Sheila was taking out a crisp chestnut-faced miscellaneous grain cake from her arms. She divided the cake into two halves and gently gave it to the two children next to the woman. The older girl shyly wanted to refuse to be smaller. The child held out his dirty hand early and held half a cake in his hand. His eyes were shining and he stared at the miscellaneous grain cake and gave off a strange glow.
The child with the smallest back clutched a piece of snow-white baked wheat cake in his mouth.
The younger child ran to the woman with the half piece of miscellaneous grain cake in his hand, and his eyes were full of longing, but he stood on tiptoe and handed it to the woman and said, "Mom, eat!" "
With tears in her eyes, the woman is hard-hearted and says to the younger children, "We can’t want us to eat Mammy’s Cake and starve, and then we can bear to climb over the front hill and there are a lot of green wild vegetables behind it."
Old Sheila reached out and touched the child’s face, which was flushed by the wind, and said slowly, "A grocery cake is nothing. You can endure hunger and walk there, but the two children are too hungry to help him refuse. This is for the child."
Say that finish will be left half a grocery cake into the arms of the big boy turned and walked back to the village dead trees.
The woman saw the old Sheila sitting at the bottom of the dead tree at the entrance to the village, and then silently took two children, one big and one small, to continue to the mountain pass.
Old people sit on trees and nag.
"I don’t know how long it will take to rain …"
"It’s almost June, and there was a heavy rain in June last year."
"Damn it, damn the plane war!"
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Sunset at dusk
Birds in the wilderness are returning to their nests in search of food.
Some villagers slowly climbed over the mountains and walked home.
There are not so many wild vegetables in Oak Ridge as expected. If you want to dig more wild vegetables, you have to go deep into the mountains.
Kobayashi slaves dragged their tired bodies back from the other side of the river. After washing themselves, they honestly waited for the big iron pot in the slave camp.
The smell of beans in the porridge cooked in the iron pot wafted far away from Oak Ridge. The women passed through Wall Village and followed some children around them. They always looked at the slave camp involuntarily.
A group of kobolds sat outside the slave camp and ate cereal porridge silently after washing by the slave river.
A lot of miscellaneous grains porridge is cooked, because occasionally villagers from Wall come here to mix porridge, which can save a dinner. The wheat bran in this miscellaneous grains porridge is a bit throat-wrenching, but it is definitely not bad. The chef who is responsible for dividing porridge will ensure that every kobold slave is given a big bowl of leftover miscellaneous grains porridge, so it will not be too strict. It is not necessary for villagers to mix porridge.
If the cook thinks the porridge is not enough, she will add some water to the pot and stir it casually. Of course, this situation can’t be seen by the old village head, otherwise he will really curse.
Rita and Natasha changed jobs from the reservoir site to the slave camp to cook porridge. The main reason is that the women in the village think that the food in the reservoir site is better. After all, the cook can still have a working meal every day. There are probably Rita and Natasha in the village who won’t care about this dinner.
Old Sheila took little Peter to sit on a big stone next to the slave camp and wait for them to work.