The peasant girl in the apocalypse of natural disaster has space

Chapter 7
Seeing that Song Jinnan was about to come down, Song Haishan did not dare to hesitate anymore. The water had already touched half of his body. He grabbed the rope with both hands and tied himself tightly.

Song Hailong breathed a sigh of relief, and he and Mrs. Song Haitao pulled the rope together, using the strength of the boss to pull the person up.

Song Jinyue looked at Song Haishan's embarrassment and felt a little uncomfortable, but to be honest, in this situation, there was no need to mention whether he was tired or not.

If the floods continue to recede and the weather gets cold, no one will be able to withstand it, and no amount of food savings will solve the problem.

Song Jinnan's eyes were red. He made up his mind to take good care of his father in the future. He didn't want to be a child without his parents.

"Brother, you have to remember that we are a family."

Song Hailong looked at Song Haishan with a complicated expression. He could understand his elder brother's mood, but he couldn't just watch him die.

This was the big brother who had loved and cared for him since he was a child. He couldn't bear to see him die like this no matter what.

"Dad, if you want to die, take Nan Nan and me with you next time!" Song Jinyue said with aggrieved voice.

Song Haishan's expression changed. Of course he hoped that his two children would live well!
Next time, well, there should be no next time. What awaits the family next time will be disaster. He doesn't know how to go in the future. He is really desperate.

When it was getting dark, Mrs. Song lit a fire and threw a few sweet potatoes and potatoes into it.

Because she left in a hurry, she didn't even have a cooking pot, and she couldn't make the most cost-effective wild vegetable porridge. Mrs. Song couldn't help sighing.

As soon as you are old, just die, and you have to drag your children down, what's the point of living?

The sweet potatoes and potatoes were cooked quickly, and each person shared one. Not sure if they would be full, but it was better than going hungry.

Song Jinyue looked inside the cave. Song Haishan was alone, huddled in the corner with dull eyes. It seemed that he needed some medicine.

It was night, after everyone in the cave fell asleep, and in the darkness, a light suddenly appeared.

Song Jinyue quietly opened the space with her mind and used the remaining sixteen points to exchange for five kilograms of sweet potatoes. She did not exchange the potatoes because she was afraid of arousing suspicion. The price was only one point more expensive than the potatoes.

Then he transferred all the things he had collected from home to the cave with his mind.

Of course, since the pot had two mouths, she kept one for herself.

"Meow!"

She took out the little civet cat she had caught in the space, and the kitten immediately let out a "meow" cry.

This sound also woke up the Song family. In the darkness, they only saw a pair of round, shining cat eyes. In just a moment, the cat disappeared.

Mrs. Song lit the torch, and the bright fire illuminated the dark cave.

There is no dangerous situation in the cave, but this place...

"Don't sleep, everyone, get up and take a look!"

Mrs. Song woke up the Song family who were about to fall asleep.

"Mother, what's wrong?"

Song Hailong was the first to get up. He thought something was wrong, so he got up in a hurry.

However, when he walked up to Mrs. Song, he was almost shocked by the scene in front of him.

Inside the basket, there were more than a dozen sweet potatoes lying quietly, as well as the pile of sundries next to them. They were the things that the Song family could not take away.

"This, this, this..."

Song Hailong felt his tongue was tied up. This was a ghost, no, he was seeing a god.

All the messy bedding, pots, and pans at home came over. In addition, there were a lot of sweet potatoes in the basket.

"What's wrong, second brother?" Song Haitao stepped forward slowly. However, when he saw everything in front of him clearly, the expression on his face was even more exaggerated than Song Hailong's.

"Ah, these are our bedding, our pots, pots and pans, and that is not our sweet potato."

"To shut up!"

Song Hailong finally reacted and stopped him from continuing to talk nonsense. Now there are more people in difficulty in the mountain.

This cave is extremely secretive and is one of the best places in the mountains. He doesn't want to cause unnecessary trouble.

The whole family is now awake. Looking at these things that suddenly appeared in front of them, they can't figure out what happened?
After a while, Song Jinyue said in a calm tone: "Grandma, I seemed to have heard a cat meowing just now. Could it be possible?"

What a word that woke up the dreamer. When Song Jinyue said this, everyone remembered that they had heard the cat meow just now, and even the pair of glowing eyes. At that time, they were so sleepy that they thought they were dreaming.

Mrs. Song's expression changed. She also thought of what happened when Song Haishan was seeking death during the day.

"Do you still remember the cat that appeared during the day when the boss was looking for death?"

"of course I remember!"

"I also remember that the cat almost fell into the water. Thanks to my elder brother, he blocked it, otherwise it would have fallen and been washed away by the water!"

"maybe……"

In the dim firelight, everyone's expressions were reflected, and they all invariably connected the story about the animal spirit repaying kindness. Maybe, it was a civet cat fairy!

The Song family was both surprised and uneasy because they suddenly received a gift. It would be a lie to be unhappy.

But, is this raccoon cat fairy really just repaying a favor? Could it have some other purpose?
Early in the morning, everyone rearranged the cave and laid out the mattresses. Mrs. Song set up a pot to light the fire and cooked a pot of sweet potato porridge soup. She threw some old rice in and it was cooked quickly.

The whole family looked at the pot of sweet potato porridge with different thoughts, but no one moved their chopsticks. They were all worried about whether there would be anything wrong with eating this.

"What's there to be afraid of? The worst-case scenario is already here. We have nothing to worry about now. We only have one life left!"

Song Hailong said this and was the first to move his chopsticks.

Compared with other villages, Shitou Village is lucky because the terrain is high and uphill, so it has enough time to react when floods come.

Therefore, there were almost no casualties in the whole village. The only pity was that many things at home could not be brought out.

Mrs. Song and others felt that compared to others, they had a good life!
"Yes, we only have one life left. What are we afraid of? We should eat, and we must be a well-fed ghost even if we die."

After Song Haitao finished speaking, he picked up the bowl and started eating.

Then, Song Haishan and others also picked up their bowls.

I have to say that the quality of the things sold in the mall is quite good. When the sweet potatoes are boiled into porridge, it tastes very special.

Song Jinyue calculated carefully and found that she still had three of the six potatoes she had brought home, ten sweet potatoes, and about a pound of old rice. If she wanted to ensure that everyone was full, one day would not be enough.

Being hungry and full like that left no time for everyone to take good care of themselves. The cave occupied by the Song family is in a particularly good location. It has a large space inside and faces the sun. The entrance of the cave can be blocked with big rocks.

If no one pays attention to you for a day or two, sooner or later something will happen.

In order to enable the whole family to take good care of themselves as soon as possible, Song Jinyue can only do more tasks at present.

She stared at Song Jinnan's hands, puzzled. She also tried to knit a few straw crickets this morning. When she submitted the task, she failed. She said the workmanship was poor and the material selection was unqualified, ah...

I dare say she is no better than a ten-year-old child, and Song Jinyue is in an extremely messy mood.

Song Jinnan obviously had no interest in knitting anything today. He was climbing up and down a tree, having a great time.

(End of this chapter)