After transmigrating into a stepmother, I transformed my whole family to work on farming

Chapter 2

Liujia Village was built in a small river valley, with a flat center and gentle slopes on all sides, and the fields on the slopes were cleared up by the villagers.

There is a small river running across the village from east to west, surrounded by mountains and dense forests, forming a natural barrier.

It is not easy for outsiders to get in, and it is also difficult for people inside to get out.

The land of Liu Ji's family can only be seen along the upper reaches of the river and over a hillside.

Qin Yao walked upstream along the river bank, reached a valley mouth, turned around, and entered the mountain.

After many years of survival in the last days, looking for food has become Qin Yao's instinct. The large forest in front of her is a natural granary in her eyes.

In autumn, wild beasts are fattest for winter, and in this mountain, she doesn't have to worry about mutated animals and plants that suddenly attack people, nor does she have to worry about zombies rushing out suddenly.

But Qin Yao overestimated her current body. She had just walked into the mountain for about ten minutes, her legs began to lose control, and she trembled every step of the way, as if she could not support her body, and her legs weakened and fell down at any time.

Qin Yao was startled, and hurriedly found a big tree to lean against, put down one of the two heavy clay pots in her hand, and picked up the other to drink.

There was pantothenic acid in her stomach, and her brain could hardly think. Looking at the withered and yellow leaves on the branches, she wanted to pick them up and eat them.

Qin Yao was frightened by her own thoughts, and if she continued like this, she would lose her mind from hunger and had to find something to eat quickly.

Realizing this, Qin Yao poured all the water in the two small clay pots into her stomach in one breath. Although she still couldn't resist the raging burning, she recovered a little strength.

There was a rustling sound in her ear, Qin Yao couldn't be stopped by her dim eyesight, she immediately grabbed the hoe standing by the tree and followed.

However, the other party ran much faster than her.

When the sky was bright, Qin Yao could only watch a fat wild pheasant fly away from her feet, leaving behind a colorful chicken feather, which seemed to be a mockery of her.

Qin Yao once again scolded Liu Ji bloody in her heart.

If it weren't for this bastard husband who emptied the house and left not a single grain of rice, why would she be so hungry now that she couldn't even catch a pheasant?
Then I thought about it, if it was so difficult for her as an adult, wouldn't it be even more difficult for the four children at home?
Before Qin Yao's eyes appeared the slender necks of dragon and phoenix twins in the morning mist, and the expectant eyes of Si Niang
In an instant, strength burst out again in her body, she threw away the chicken feather and continued to chase forward.

The road is boundless and the pheasant did not catch her, but she found a large bush of taro.

The villagers here don't know how to deal with it. They will itch all over when they touch taro mucus, thinking it is poisonous. Unless it is a famine year when they are extremely hungry, no one will dig it up and eat it, which is cheaper for Qin Yao.

The clump of boat-shaped taro leaves grew wide and dense. Qin Yao picked up a hoe and threw it a few times, and out came several taros the size of a child's fist. They were a multi-seed taro variety with a better taste.

She felt happy and continued digging. She dug out a lot of taro and gathered it together with a hoe. It almost weighed more than 20 kilograms.

Not caring about what was left unexcavated, Qin Yao collected firewood and dug holes to burn taro to eat.

No flint and steel, just drill wood to make fire.

Qin Yao's suggestion is that ordinary people should not easily try to drill wood to make fire, because people without skills will only smash their palms.

But in the last days when lighters and matches have become scarce resources, drilling wood to make fire is an essential skill for the survivors of the base.

The palms of the original body were full of thick calluses. Qin Yao stretched the linen sleeves and wrapped them for protection. She put pine hair in the grooved wood as a igniter and quickly turned the pointed wooden stick in the palm of her hand.

Soon, under the huge friction, the pine hair began to smoke.

Qin Yao took a good chance and blew a breath, and Songmao "huh" was ignited.

Put the fire on the pile of firewood that was set up in advance, and the fire started.

This is the outskirts of the forest. There are many weeds and the trees are not tall. For fear of causing a fire, Qin Yao dug a circular fire ditch with a hoe and watched carefully.

The taro was roasted next to the fire, and soon a special aroma of food wafted out.

Qin Yao swallowed her saliva and relied on her strong willpower to endure until all the taro was cooked. She couldn't wait to pick it up and eat it.

The skin was torn off, and the aroma became stronger. She didn't care about burning her mouth, and bit it down. The taste was soft and slightly sweet, and Qin Yao was so hot that tears flowed down her cheeks.

After eating five or six in one go, Qin Yao slowed down after her burning stomach eased a lot.

After burning twelve yams, Qin Yao ate eight by herself, and the remaining four did not dare to eat any more. She was hungry for a long time and suddenly ate too much, and her stomach couldn't bear it.

Put the four baked ones aside first, dig the soil to put out the fire, Qin Yao picked up the hoe and continued digging the taro.

After filling my stomach, I recovered [-]% to [-]% of my original strength. With one swing of the hoe, the whole hoe sank deeply into the soil, and with another pry, a large piece of taro with roots and leaves was easily dug out.

If anyone else is here, they will definitely be surprised.

The strength of a weak girl is no less than that of a strong adult man.

Qin Yao had dug up all the taro clumps, and piled the taro into a small hill, weighing fifty to sixty catties by visual estimation.

As the sun rose, there were many poisonous insects, mosquitoes and flies in the mountains. Unprepared, Qin Yao did not dare to stay any longer.

I found a few vines nearby, and simply made a temporary net bag to pack all the dozens of kilograms of taro. I used a hoe as a load, picked up a bag on one side, and tied the pottery pot to the net bag with vines, and walked down the mountain to my home.

On the way back to the village, I met villagers working in the fields and saw her picking taro. The villagers were full of sympathy and sighed in their hearts.

This new Yaoniang is really pitiful, a good-looking girl actually married that bastard Liu Laosan, and she was so hungry that she ate this poison.

Too bad!
Qin Yao couldn't care less about the expressions of sympathy or contempt. She just wanted to go home quickly and see how her four stepsons were doing.

Although no one cares about them and they have lived to this day, Qin Yao is still worried.

Even in the last days, she had never seen such a thin child. The base had a welfare policy. Although children under six years old did not have enough to eat, they did not have to worry about starving to death.

Qin Yao took the time to touch the four still warm taros in her arms, speed up, and rush towards Liu's house according to the route in her memory.

Unexpectedly, before reaching the door of the dilapidated thatched cottage, there were shouts of cursing and children crying in panic.

Qin Yao looked stern and looked up. Many people gathered around her door. She vaguely saw the bastard who had disappeared for many days and was being chased by several villagers holding hoes and sticks.

Eight-year-old Liu Dalang and six-year-old Liu Erlang wanted to protect their bastard father, and the two children rushed to Liu Ji, trying to stop these vicious villagers.

No matter how bad the father is, he is the father after all. The love of his children is pure, and their actions are understandable.

But the behavior of being a father is really puzzling.

Not only did he not stop the two children, he didn't worry about whether they would get hurt at all. Instead, he jumped up and hid behind his son skillfully, asking them to help stop the villagers and shouting for them:
"Dalang, Erlang, come on daddy!"

But this was like hitting an egg against a stone. The two thin boys were pushed away and fell to the ground so hard that they twitched in pain.

The twins stood at the door of their house and cried loudly, crying and shouting: "Don't hit my brother, don't hit my brother, don't hit my brother!"

(End of this chapter)