On the correct posture for farming in the last days

Chapter 60 The Mao Family
According to previous years, after the new year, it was fifteen.Even in the north it is still cold, but young people are always different.

Clothes will gradually decrease, and I am no longer willing to wear so thick and bloated as in winter.

Gradually, starting in February, the number of people decreased even more.

But this year, no one can reduce it.

Because just on the fifteenth day, it started to snow.

The snow was even heavier than last winter's few episodes. Sitting and watching the snowflakes felt as if they had fallen down.

Before one piece falls, the other one can't wait to come down.

Simply incredible.

In this case, the temperature is again below minus seventy degrees.Who else can lose clothes?Isn't that courting death?
Both Xiao Chen and Liu Ya were breathless when they came in from the outside, it was alright in the barn, but it was too cold in the yard.

"Come and warm." Ma Fen patted the kang.

In the past few days, Zhou Zhigao had a bit of a cold, so he didn't have much energy, and they all did the housework.

"It's okay." Liu Ya shook her head.

Xiaoheng and Xiaoha leaned over and stood up on their hind legs, acting like a baby and wanting to go out.

"I can't get out, do you think the snow is too deep? It will be buried when it goes out. Go out when the snow stops."

Fortunately, these two dogs are well-raised and very smart, and they can poop on the big earthen pots placed under the eaves by themselves.

What else can I do.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

"Wang..." Xiaoha agreed.

"Okay, okay, your paws will freeze if you go out, be good." Liu Ya stood in front of the door with the two of them, telling them to lie on the door and look outside.

"Look, can't you get out?"

At any rate, the two dogs are not Erha's kind of unintelligent.

Although they are not as good as humans, they still have IQs. After watching them for a while, I knew they were not good enough.

So I can only run around the house.

But after all, the black backs don't demolish the house, and occasionally escape from their own room, but they don't run down the steps.

At most, he stretched out his dog's paw to pat the snow and then hurried back.

Dogs also know it's cold.

"Dad, how are you feeling today?" Liu Ya patted Zhou Zhigao's head from behind.

"It's okay, I won't have a fever today." Zhou Zhigao sat up and said, "My body doesn't get sick once in a few years, but when I get sick, it's scary."

This is true.

However, I have taken all the medicines for fever, cold, and anti-inflammation that should be taken.

Seeing that he is still in good spirits now, it is already the third day, so I feel much more at ease.

"It's okay, I have a good appetite today, and I'll be fine in a few days." Zhou Zhigao himself didn't care.

It is good to have medicine at home.

"Xiao Jing won't be able to make ends meet when she goes back." Ma Fen suddenly said, "That child is greedy, so he won't be able to eat well when he goes back."

"It's okay, she will come when we clear the way." Liu Ya didn't mind her cousin staying at his house all the time.

As long as her parents are happy.

The snow is too heavy, and it will be impossible to clean it for a while. At this speed, cleaning is useless.

Xiao Chen went to the door again, scooped up several buckets of snow with an iron bucket and came back.

Yes, scoop!

It's that thick.

"The sun was good two days ago, and I said our beans would be ready to eat soon. The heavy snow has to slow down again." Liu Ya regretted.

"You can eat it a few days later." Xiao Chen said.

"Well, your hands aren't cold, are they?" Liu Ya grabbed his hands and found that they were all red.

Fortunately, no frostbite.

"It's okay, the snow shouldn't last for too long." Xiao Chen said.

So who knows, let's hope.

Liu Ya's house is fine, with enough food and a solid house.

Although worrying, such snow will not be a problem in the short term.

Maojiazhuang, Maofeng's family is not like this.

They were driven back long ago, of course, the old bachelor gave them food and helped them block up the glassless windows with wood or something.

Also brought a cart of charcoal.But how long is this enough?
Now Zhou Zhijuan has no idea at all.

Mao Panpan was still at the old bachelor's house and was forced to learn to cook, but her body was very weak, and it was uncomfortable to walk a few steps every day.

Life is really worse than death.

Mao Feng has been paralyzed on the kang since he was brought back and beaten, and now he can't get up at all.

And the father of these two, Mao Shumin, is as if he is dead, and he doesn't care about his wife and children when he lives in his mother's house.

Zhou Zhijuan became skinny and out of shape in just a few days, barely living with Mao Feng with a little things from the old bachelor's family.

I can't even eat a bite of dry food every day.

I had no choice but to dismantle the doors and windows of the collapsed west house of the house and burn the kang.

The little charcoal given by the old bachelor was used with great care when burning the stove.

The gate was firmly locked with a big stick, for fear that someone would come again.

At this moment, she couldn't care less about her daughter who was trapped in the old bachelor's house.

Mao Feng lay in a daze, not enough to eat two meals a day, he didn't even have the strength to curse.

Compared to him, Zhou Zhijuan can only eat one meal.

Zhou Zhijuan saw the passbook while looking through things, and Dahong's passbook was like a big slap.

She squatted on the ground and cried facing the passbook in the open cabinet.

Why didn't she listen to her elder brother?
Why not prepare something?
What is the use of this passbook now?
But crying is even more useless.

Mao Feng frowned: "Why are you crying?"

Zhou Zhijuan put away her passbook and wiped her tears: "Stop crying. You... How are you?"

"I'm dying!" Mao Feng sat propped up against the quilt: "If you don't care about me, go to grandma's house and ask for something to eat. We're both going to die like this."

"I'll go...your grandma never liked me." Zhou Zhijuan lowered her head.

Mao Feng hated his father to death.

"Mao Shumin is really good! Very good!" He gritted his teeth.

Mentioning this person, Zhou Zhijuan also looked numb.

Life is not good these years, Mao Shumin does not beat her, but such a person.

She can finally see a person who can easily throw away his wife and children, but what's the use?

"Don't cry! I'm not dead yet, how much food do we have?" Mao Feng asked.

"Just eat like this, ten days..." Zhou Zhijuan said.

"You make the food thicker." Mao Feng didn't want to die, he suddenly burst out with endless strength, wanting to live.

At this time, there is no hatred or no hatred. To be honest, he dare not provoke Changxing Village anymore.

But who wants to die?
Even looking at his always weak mother, he still has some feelings in his heart.

"If it's too thick, it won't be able to eat for a few days. We... have nothing to eat."

"It's okay, I'll get better after eating well for a few days. When I get better and find a way, I won't starve to death if I go on like this." Mao Feng sneered.

Zhou Zhijuan nodded and said nothing more.

When the heavy snow finally lightened, Mao Feng really got better.

It's just that like Zhou Zhijuan, she lost a lot of weight.

After he was able to get down to the ground, he began to think about how to do it.

This village cannot live.

But where can I go?

The mother and son managed to make a walkable path in the yard.

Taking advantage of the darkness, Mao Feng went to the old bachelor's house alone, and pried open the flimsy broken wooden door.

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(End of this chapter)