Chronicle of Farming in Muxianfu

Chapter 429 Depletion
Although the victims knew that there was no rice relief in the official storehouse, the corrupt officials had already been imprisoned, they could eat more than half of their fill every day, and they had linoleum to sleep on.

While taking care of all the affairs in the camp, Mu Ai thought carefully about the future of these victims. After all, her porridge can only save their lives for a while. Even if the government relief is added, it is only exempt from next year's tax, but it is still not enough. Solve the problem fundamentally.

It was the beginning of September at this time, and after the flood receded, it was too late to replant rice, wheat, and rice, but cabbages and radishes, which were a little more cold-tolerant, could still be harvested.Moreover, these two kinds of vegetables are storable, and with a small amount of rice grain, the victims will be able to survive the winter after returning home. In the spring, if they donate some seeds, their life will basically return to the original state.

After making up her mind, she insisted on planting cabbage, radishes, and picking seeds in the space day and night. Although it was not as labor-intensive as planting rice, she felt dizzy even worse after three days. Fortunately, the seeds were also picked. Two bags came out.

All the cotton cloth in the space was taken out, and Xi Yuan led the order to carry the girls to the cabin where they lived, and began to sew cloth bags to pack the seeds.

Xiao An carefully found out that his wife has become less and less fond of walking recently, her complexion is extremely bad, and there are few entrances for meals, so she no longer wants to go out to be busy, and always waits by her side, even if she goes downstairs to prepare porridge and soup Sometimes, I will also bless the young lady to stay by the wife's side.

On the third day after Ouyang and others left, Xiaojin flew back to deliver a letter. The letter was written by Dayu. It turned out that Yacheng was the same as Rongcheng, and the granary was empty. , Dead bodies can be seen everywhere on the roadside, and everyone in Ouyang had to set up a stove to cook porridge, and then use food as reward, so that all the victims obeyed orders to help bury the bodies deeply.

However, more than half of the dozens of bags of rice grains brought in a day have been consumed. Although they got rice storage from the rice merchants, they could barely last for three days, but the disaster victims gathered more and more like here in Rongcheng.

Dayu was only talking about the details after the farewell, but everyone knew without guessing that the two cities on the left and right of Yacheng were disaster-stricken places without any support. Unlike Rongcheng, where rice can also be transported to Mingyue City, the situation must be quite serious.

Mu Ai looked at Dayu's handwriting carefully, wondering if she was careless, she always felt that the force of the brush was a little soft, not as strong and powerful as before, could it be that she was hungry and could not do without strength?

The more she thought about it, the more distressed and worried she became. It happened that the [-] bags of rice purchased from Mingyue City arrived, and she immediately organized a team to protect the convoy and continue to rush to Yacheng.

But in this way, the 2 people here in the camp had no follow-up food, so she had to take advantage of the dead of night, gritted her teeth and planted two crops of rice one after another. The amount of water in her body was decreasing rapidly, and the aura in the space was getting thinner and thinner, but before she could think about it, the power of her mind had been exhausted, and an endless sense of exhaustion gushed out from the depths of her brain, gradually sweeping her whole body.

She struggled to open her eyes, but eventually fell into a deeper nothingness...

Ouyang raised his hand to wipe away his sweat, looked up at the busy crowd around him, and then continued to dig a hole with his head down. Almost all the dead bodies in a radius of ten miles had been buried. Fortunately, they went south quickly, otherwise these corpses that had begun to rot would have been buried. It is very easy to cause a plague as Mu Ai said. At that time, not to mention the three cities affected by the disaster, even the whole Baihua will be in disaster.

While thinking this way, he stepped on the shovel hard, but heard a "click", and the connection between the shovel and the wooden handle snapped off, and his heart immediately seemed to be crushed, and there was an inexplicable pain It spread all over his body in an instant, and he turned his head suddenly to look to the north. The sun had already set, and twilight was covering the earth. The darkness covering the sky made him even more uneasy.

Dayu walked over while wiping his sweat with his sleeves, and said with scorched eyes, "Master Ouyang, we don't have much rice left, should we send a letter back to Rongcheng, so that my mother can send some? "

Ouyang suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, frowned and thought for a while, "There is not enough rice and grain in Rongcheng, so tell Cui Peng that when the porridge is divided, the old and weak women and children will get a bowl, and the young and strong will only get half a bowl. If they are not full, let them go to the city to beg or find something to do."

Dayu nodded. Now that the corpses are almost buried, if some young and strong people are taken away, they can last for two more days.

Before he took two steps, he heard Ouyang shout again, "Wait a minute, eldest son, send a letter back to Rongcheng to ask, but something happened?"

Dayu looked at him suspiciously, but saw that he was staring at the north again in a daze, and the veins in his big hand holding the wooden handle were already bulging. For some reason, his heart also lifted up, and he quickly responded, and took out the cup from his bosom. After writing a few lines with a pen and paper, he went to find Simba and asked Xiaojin to send it back.

Xing'er woke up in the morning, thinking that the babies had no milk to drink, so she ran to her mother's room to ask for some fruits to make juice, but there was no answer when she knocked on the door. When she went in, she saw that her mother was half leaning on the bed, breathing weakly, her face Like gold paper, she was so scared that she cried "Wow", stepped forward and took her mother's hand, and shouted repeatedly, "Mom, what's wrong with you, don't scare Xing'er, mom, Xing'er is scared!"

Xiao An was carrying the water basin upstairs, when she heard the crying, her heart tightened, she ran up a few steps, put down the water basin and went up to see it, tears came down immediately, she didn't care to wipe it, and ran down to call for someone.

Ren Baiyi and the others were drinking porridge with their bowls in their hands. When they heard that Muai was unconscious, they were so shocked that the porridge spilled all over their bodies. They didn't care about the lack of etiquette. It looked like it was when life was at stake.

So he immediately ordered Skinny Monkey to go back to the city to invite Mr. Jin, Xiyuan and the others cried into a ball, and Xing'er hugged her mother's arm tightly and refused to let go, as if she would let her go, and her mother would leave.

Cheng'er also stayed by the bed, holding back tears, his brothers and Master Ouyang were not there, he was the only man in the family, what should he do?
In less than half an hour, under the eagerness of everyone, Mr. Jin finally arrived. Xiaoan finally persuaded Xinger to let go, and asked Mr. Jin to take a pulse. It's too strange, there is no damage to the meridians of the body, but there is no energy in the body at all, it seems to have done something extremely exhausting and exhausted the heart."

When everyone heard this, they all looked out of the window. That night, more than twice as much food was stored, which was the cause of the disease.It turned out that the fairy art of taking things out of thin air was actually at the cost of consuming my wife's mental strength...

Mr. Jin pondered for a while, and then said, "I still have a few precious medicinal materials that my wife gave me at the beginning. I have boiled them for the past few days and gave them to my wife. I think they should be of some use. However, it is related to fairy arts, and all power must be limited. , we can only wait, maybe Madam will recover slowly by herself."

The meaning in these words is obvious, try to hang your life first, if Mu Ai can't recover by herself, I'm afraid no one can do anything about it.

Xiao An and the others couldn't help but shed tears again, but they were holding back their tears. Mr. Jin sighed, took Ren Baiyi and others downstairs, and sent people back to the city to fetch and boil the medicine.

The panic in the morning was seen by the victims, and finally they also learned the news that Mrs. Xian fell ill. The news spread quickly throughout the camp as if they had grown wings. Some young adults had already gone to the city to find something. Yes, most of the camp is full of women and children, so, after whoever cried out first, the crying became continuous.

For everyone, all those who have lost their homes, all those who have no way to survive, Madam Xian is like a hopeful existence. With Madam, they don't have to worry about starving to death, they don't have to go into exile anymore, they will have seeds and rice , When the flood recedes completely, they will rebuild their homes.

But now, the woman who held up all their hopes like a mountain has fallen, and their sky has collapsed. While crying, everyone kowtows to pray for the grace of the gods and bless Mrs. Xian to recover soon.

Xiao An was taking a silver spoon and feeding the medicinal soup bit by bit into Madam's mouth. Hearing the crying outside, he immediately turned around and scolded in a low voice, "Xi Fu, go out and tell those people not to cry. Madam is just too tired." , just wake up."

Xifu immediately closed the window, went downstairs and stood in a car and said the words again, and the crying of the victims became quieter, and a woman who didn't know anything asked, "Mrs. Send us seeds?"

Xi Fu suddenly felt very uncomfortable, his wife was so tired because of these people, but these people only cared about their seeds, after all, it was just human nature and selfishness, and they were crying because they were worried about their own future.

She darkened her face, stared at the woman with cold eyes and said, "In order to get rice grains to save everyone's lives, our wife used too many magic spells and fell ill from exhaustion, but everyone... really makes people feel chilling! Don't worry, we Madam prepared the seeds yesterday, and you will definitely be missing."

After speaking, he turned his head and left, leaving behind a group of victims who blushed and felt guilty, looked at each other, and continued to kneel down to pray for Mrs. Xian's speedy recovery, but this time they were more sincere.

Ren Baiyi, Mr. Jin and the others saw everything in their eyes, sighed each other, gathered together for a while to discuss, and then called Mu Shiqi and Xiao An Xifu, two maids in charge, and said, "Now the flood has receded. On the [-]th, the gates of the city have been opened again, and these victims also want to go back to their hometowns. Why don't we divide the vegetable seeds, and then distribute some rice grains, and let them go back."

Xiao An nodded, looked at the wooden houses on the left, and said in embarrassment, "What about those homeless children and the elderly?"

　There was another small fire at the unit last night. We were taken to a meeting early in the morning before we were released. I’m really sorry for the late upload.

　　It seems that there is no such thing as fire and good luck in the world. Our unit is still half-dead and close to bankruptcy. It is really speechless. I will continue to work hard. I will go to the workshop to work in the afternoon. It is so cold.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)