Farming in space: the struggle of peasant girls

Chapter 11 011 The Grace of Giving Water
Although Mu Yu wasn't there during the day, he roughly pieced together what happened during the day from the indistinct conversations of other people after he came back.

In addition to lamenting Yang Erlang's filial piety, I admire his courage to reject Boss Zhao.

She couldn't help admiring Yang Erlang a little more, and became more determined to kidnap Yang Erlang to carry out the great cause of farming with her.

Judging from her understanding of Yang Erlang, simply getting close to Yang Erlang will not achieve her goal. She needs some special opportunities to draw the relationship between the two closer.

Opportunity does not mean that there is something, it depends on luck, it may appear after a while, or it may not appear for a long time.

She is very patient and knows that this kind of thing cannot be rushed, so she is prepared for a long time.

However, her preparations were useless.

This opportunity came so fast that people were caught off guard.

……

That night Mu Yu settled down to wait for an opportunity, and the next night, Yang Erlang's mother came back and shouted for water.

It is difficult for beggars to drink water, and it is even more difficult for Yang Erlang to feed two people alone. He usually keeps half a bowl of water as a spare, but in the evening, Yang Erlang's mother has already cried out for thirst and put the The water was finished, and at this time there was no water to drink.

Yang Erlang said he was going to fetch water.

This is easy to say, but almost impossible to do.

It's too far to go to the river depression, and I'm afraid it will be dawn when I come back. If I go to the well, it will be even worse if I encounter a patrol officer and be arrested for violating the curfew.

Ordinary people, if they violated the curfew and were arrested, at most they would be locked up and suffer a little bit. After their identities were found out, their family members would give them some "benefits" with money, and then they would be released.

But if you are a beggar, you have no status, let alone money, don't expect to be released.

Either they will be imprisoned to death, or they will be accused of being someone else's scapegoat, or they will be sold to the mine dock as a slave, doing overloaded work, eating and drinking worse than a beggar every day, and generally dying within half a month. will be exhausted.

Yang Erlang's mother held Yang Erlang back and refused to let him go, speaking with Yang Erlang in a accented local accent.

Even if you don't understand what they are saying, you can feel a mother's deep affection for her son.

Maybe it was the softness in his heart that was touched, maybe it was because of Yang Erlang, who was once valued by Boss Zhao, even though he was disturbed by the mother and son in the middle of the night, the beggars in the dilapidated house did not say anything.

Mu Yu could only vaguely hear someone complaining in a low voice.

"Could it be that I'm going to die, I haven't had such a toss in the night before..."

The conversation between the mother and the son was still going on. The front was okay, but at the back it was obvious that the woman was unconscious and started talking nonsense.

"Water, water, I want to drink water..."

Yang Erlang called her with a sad and suppressed cry, trying to bring her back to consciousness, but it didn't work.

The sound of "mother" is especially heartbreaking to hear in the dark and deep night.

"Erlang, I want to drink water, I'm dying of thirst..."

Yang Erlang lowered his head, stood up slowly, and said firmly with trembling voice,
"I, Yang Erlang, want to borrow water from everyone today, and I will return it tomorrow."

"As long as I am still alive, I will definitely repay the kindness of today's gift of water a hundred times in the future..."

His voice echoed in the dark broken house.

But time passed, and no one came forward to respond to him.

The only sounds in the dilapidated house were snoring and arguing for water.

The beggars didn't eat or drink. Once they got food and drink, they ate and drank immediately. In most cases, there were not many left.

Water is more special than food. Water from rivers and wells has always been there, so there is no need to bring it back. Extra containers are needed to hold it, which traps many people, and those who have containers hide the water well. Strictly, never willing to expose easily.

This is a disaster year, or a disaster year for several consecutive years. Ninety-nine percent of the beggars here are peasants from other places. They abandoned their hometown and came here all the way. Iron.

After hesitating for a moment, Mu Yu silently went into the space to scoop up a bowl of spring water, and under the slight moonlight, got up and put it beside Yang Erlang.

Yang Erlang stared at her for a while, his eyes were like stars in the night, he took the bowl of water and said softly,

"I will repay you."

In the dark of night, Mu Yu could see the fragility and gratitude in Yang Erlang's eyes, and knew that she was successfully distinguished from other beggars in the ruined temple and became a special person to Yang Erlang.

But she was not happy, she just felt complicated.

In the face of birth, old age, sickness and death, there are limits to what people can do.

She took a last look at the mother and son, and went back to her place to sleep silently.

It's already halfway through the night, and tomorrow I have to look for wild grass roots. If I don't have enough rest, the harvest will be reduced if I don't have enough energy tomorrow. Besides, I can't eat well, and if I don't have enough rest, I will easily get sick.

Perhaps because the wish was satisfied after drinking the water, Yang's mother began to chat with Yang Erlang again.

Mu Yu gradually fell asleep amidst the two talking.

……

When he woke up early the next morning, Mu Yu found beside him the broken bowl he used to hold water for Yang Erlang, and the place for Yang Erlang and his mother was already empty.

At this time, the sky was just beginning to turn white, and most of the beggars in the dilapidated house were still awake, and no one knew where they had gone.

Mu Yu only felt depressed for a moment, then went out as usual.

In the past few days, she had searched almost all the wasteland within the ruins of the temple, and today was the last piece of land. After that, there would be nowhere to find weeds.

Unless she went to the range of other beggars, or went to the river depression on the other side of Huangsha City, the trouble level would skyrocket, she had no such plan for the time being.

After a day of rummaging, she harvested a lot as usual, three thick grass roots and a dozen thin grass roots.

The joys and sorrows of human beings are not interlinked. When she entered the space and planted these wild grass roots, the shadow and depression brought about by Yang Erlang's mother's death have completely left her.

She sat on a stone bench made of stones, drank sweet spring water, ate the last half of steamed buns, and enjoyed two juicy weeds that grew bigger than her palms.

The taste of the weeds was much better than she expected. The two plants she picked looked like foxtails, and they tasted like wheat seedlings. The grass taste was not bad.

Among the weeds that have germinated so far, about half are like this, and the remaining half are other weeds, such as shepherd's purse, mother-in-law, etc., and some are unrecognizable, with a bitter and strange smell.

However, this is not bad, weeds are much more delicious than weed roots.

The harvesting of weeds made her even more happy and reassuring.

She finally doesn't have to worry about being starved to death!
(End of this chapter)