Traveling through the barren years, picking up space, picking up food, drinking and picking up husba

Chapter 62 Two hands are not enough, so sad.

Old lady Cen squeezed Cen Abao and was relieved to see that she was fine.

Puff puff puff puff, the sound of swarms of locusts made people's cochlea hurt.

Looking through the crack of the door, the locusts are flying in mid-air like a big net densely, and they are like sticky slugs blocking everywhere at will.

Cen Abao saw a locust trying to get in through the crack of the window. She had nothing in her hand, so she opened her mouth to blow anxiously, which knocked the locust unconscious.

"Grandma." Cen Abao puffed his cheeks, like a little frog: "It's not easy to close the doors and windows. There are gaps in the doors and windows. They should crawl in along, and then get into our ears, noses... ..."

Cen Arun got goosebumps.

My sister said that he subconsciously plugged his ears before drilling them.

My sister said that before drilling his nose, he subconsciously covered his nose.

I feel that both hands are not enough, so sad.

"En try to block it." Old lady Cen said.

The Cen family spoke enthusiastically.

"Mom, block it with paper."

"Mom, I think it should be blocked with soot."

Cen Abao raised his feet: "Grandma, I have a solution. Let's make a paste with the leftover rice porridge from today, add some ashes and sawdust in it, and finally use paper to block the gap in the door."

Cen Dong was a bit pessimistic. He felt that the locusts liked food, and they used rice paste to block the cracks in the door. Isn't this the same as hooking them in?

But he didn't intend to tell Cen Abao.

He thought, this younger sister has been in the limelight recently, and it's time for her to experience setbacks.

When she fails, he will naturally stand up and educate her as the eldest brother.

The cracks in the windows and doors were finally blocked.

Cen Abao suddenly slapped his head: "Grandma, the most important gap between the woodshed and the cellar hasn't been blocked yet."

Qi Zeyao stared straight at her head, always felt that the slap on her just now was too ruthless, as if her brains would come out from the slap: "I'll do it."

He silently took out a few large oilcloths, another bowl of paste, and a few bricks. After thinking for a while, he looked at Cen Azhuo: "You follow me with a torch."

Cen Azhuo is smart, so he doesn't need to explain too much.

Elder Cen and Elder Cen held a handle, counted one, two, three, and opened the door in unison.

Cen Azhuo prayed that Zeyao waved the torch, rushed out as fast as he could, and closed the door to prevent the locusts from running in.

Cen Azhuo waved the torch, and Qi Zeyao blocked the entire door with an oilcloth, and the two built a woodshed, a cellar, and a shed for livestock.

They didn't come in right away after finishing all this, and shouted to the inside through the door: "Grandma, take a few pots, burn them up, and add more firewood."

Granny Cen immediately understood what they meant.

Locusts are afraid of fire and smoke, fumigate them and keep them far away.

Braziers were placed in the cellar, firewood room, shack and the door of each house.

It was getting dark, and the Cen family didn't dare to let the house be too bright, so they only lit a candle, so they could see people's shadows without stumbling.

They put a layer of meadow on the ground and spread a mattress.

The candles were placed in the middle, and the whole family formed a circle, and the shadows were lightly refracted on the ground.

Li Xiangmeng smiled like his sister-in-law was sewing a quilt, biting off the stitches, rubbing the needles on the hair, the sound of the needle passing through the fabric was very clear.

From time to time, Mr. Cen lowered his voice and said: Daughter-in-law, I will help you get the needle; Daughter-in-law, take a rest when you are tired.

Li Xiang looked at it enviously, and then went to see his own gentlemen, Cen Lao San was holding a big tea mug and drinking happily.

Cen's second child and his son Cen Dong leaned together and muttered: I don't know if the car I made can be ruined by locusts.

Cen Sheng looked at his father and then at his mother, and continued to grind the medicine with a pestle.

Mrs. Cen sat cross-legged, with a board on her lap. Abao Cen kneaded the kneaded noodles into noodles, Mrs. Cen stuffed them with wild vegetables and kneaded them into pancakes, and Qi Zeyao put them one by one. on the curtain.

From time to time, the angry curses of the villagers sounded outside, or the sound of running away in a hurry.

They felt uncomfortable hearing it, so they couldn't go out to help out of good intentions.

All that was said that day.

That's all for this.

After two hours of work, the candles were all extinguished, and Mrs. Cen finally sent a message for everyone to go back and rest.

Before returning to his room, Cen Dong looked at the crack of the door in wonder: According to his sister's method, no locusts really flew in.

There are too many locusts, which harm food, flowers, plants and trees regardless of day and night. In groups, they not only fly extremely fast, but also eat food extremely fast.

Cen Abao fell asleep and opened her eyes in a daze to see that it was still dark. She twisted her body, put her legs on the old lady Cen, and muttered: "Why is the milk passing so slowly, it's not dawn yet."

The old lady Cen held Abao Cen's leg and stroked it from top to bottom, saying that this way he could grow taller: "It's bright, it's time."

"Ah?" Cen Abao sat up straight, knelt on the kang, and carefully pulled the cloth covering the window: "Mother."

The bright sky was covered by dense swarms of locusts like a quilt, covering the daytime into darkness.

She put down the curtain, her small face wrinkled into a chrysanthemum: "Grandma..."

Mrs. Cen fed her the chicken cakes that were hanging on the side: "I have milk, don't be afraid, we will not be able to go out in this situation, and we will be thrown all over when we go out. Stay at home, just have time to do the work." It's all done."

That's right, that's true.

Cen Abao thought about it, it was thanks to her that she had made enough preparations to put seafood and food into the space.

"Ah." She thought of something, grabbed the bowl hurriedly, and swallowed the chicken cake like Zhu Bajie swallowed ginseng fruit: "My cow, my mule."

"Don't worry, run slowly, they are fine." Mrs. Cen chased after pulling her shoes.

Cen Abao looked at the three guys standing in the room in shock.

"Xiaoyao was brought back." Old Madam Cen said, "That's right, Xiaoyao heard them calling in the middle of the night last night, so he brought them in after thinking about them."

"That's fine, that's fine."

On the third day of the locust plague, the sky was blocked out, and the oppressive atmosphere made everyone feel uneasy, so they could only work non-stop to find a sense of steadfastness.

On the fifth day of the locust plague, Cen Abao could tell the difference between day and night, and looked outside with big eyes full of hope: "Grandma, the locusts seem to be much less."

"The locust plague is so serious, the imperial court will not ignore it, it will be fine for a few more days." Mrs. Cen continued to work without raising her head.

The past few days of avoiding the locust plague have not been in vain. At least I have made all the noodles into pancakes or steamed buns, and made a lot of rice balls.

The clams caught a few days ago took out the meat and dried them for storage.

Fish, wild boar, pheasant, and wild rabbit were also chopped into small pieces.

According to what Cen Abao said, the quilt was made into a sleeping bag to save space and keep warm.

On the tenth day of the locust plague, although there were still people outside, there were a lot less scattered ones. At least they could go out.

The Cen family eagerly tried to open the door...

(End of this chapter)