Chapter 10: Cloud Shadow in March 1993
Cloud Shadow in March 1993
The three-month long winter was finally over, the thick snow began to melt, the snow soaked the thatched roofs, and it began to tickly rain in the hut.
It is very difficult to clear the mixture of ice and snow. Like other residents in the village, I spend a lot of time every day to remove the snow and ice above the house so that they do not freeze during the day and freeze at night. Destroy my hut.
Other people's houses in the village are much better, most of their houses are protected by thick grass and planks, only a few leaks, and my roof...it's almost soaked, if I don't replace it in spring , then I will have nowhere to go.
The weather is getting warmer day by day, and under the thick snow, a small stream has begun to flow to the low-lying places with melted snow water, and merge into a small river to leave the village.
Thanks for the coals I brought myself, if it weren't for them, I would have been miserable and probably wouldn't get through this wet and cold season.
Spring came too late.
When the snow had completely melted away, the small river by the village had turned into a turbulent river with a width of nearly 20 meters, and it was impossible to pass through.
According to the villagers, the road to the outside of the village is blocked by this river and will not be opened again until next autumn.
There is no difference in my feeling. This village is a remote backcountry isolated from the world. There is only a short period of time in autumn every year to communicate with the outside world. At other times, we live a completely closed life.
I'm barely part of this closed village now, provided they don't chase me away.
The first thing to do in spring is to replace my small roof canopy that has been completely soaked in snow. While I hammered "potatoes" for the village to get some food, I went out with the lumberjacks and helped me deal with the felled trees and get some branches. Go back and rebuild the roof.
The gaps in the shack that were dug for coal and food storage "last year" are now empty. I took the time to pry up the stones that were originally laid on the ground, and dug the shack about half a meter deep, and then again. Leave a gap to hide things, and put a layer of flat stones on it.
Rebuilding the canopy is a familiar road, and it was completed in less than a week, but the large-scale project of digging down the earth took two full months to complete because only wood chips were used.
The effect is also really great. After digging down half a meter, the original position of the "stove" did not move, but now it is placed in mid-air, which is easier to operate. After lighting the fire, the small shack is also drier, eliminating the annoying moisture in early spring. Scattered outside.
The improvised "toilet" I piled up in the back also came in handy, as I had a small plot on the side of the hut.
The sunny slope is about five meters long and wide. Originally, there were a lot of gravel and stones. I picked them carefully in my spare time. I used all the stones to fill the gaps in the hut’s floor, and then I picked them up from other places. The little soil was mixed with the gravel-filled soil of the field, and finally, enduring the discomfort, the manure that had been covered with grass and coal ash in the previous "toilet" pit was shoveled with a wooden board and mixed with the soil evenly.
To be honest, after several months of burial, soaking in snow water some time ago, and fermentation after the weather has warmed up for a while, the manure has a very light taste, and the texture is loose. It doesn’t look much different from soil. I still don’t. Willing to touch this thing with my hands.
The soil added with fertilizer is obviously softer and more fertile than at the beginning. According to the experience I learned in growing authentic potatoes in my own world, I cut several "potatoes" into pieces according to the bud points and planted them in the soil separately.
I have seen people in the village plant "potatoes". They put in the ground the small and unpalatable ones from last year's harvest, and they buried them whole. I hope I can grow the "potatoes" after cutting them into pieces. That way I don't have to waste too much food.
I'm very lucky, just two days after the green seedlings appeared in other people's fields, my fields also appeared one after another, looking very cute.
I carefully fenced my little field with sticks, and I went to pull weeds every day. When I saw that the land was dry, I took the trouble to irrigate the little seedlings one by one by scooping water from the river with wooden bowls, and they grew fat. He was so strong that it even attracted other people in the village to come over to see if he had something to do, and exchanged views while watching.
The people in the village are actually similar to me when they grow "potatoes". Although they don't have the concept of "fertilizer", they all know about weeding, catching insects and watering, but they are generally lazy. It took seven or eight days to go over and take a look. If the weeds grow too exaggerated, I would bend over and tear it twice, and when the drought seedlings are listless, I don’t care at all, because “potatoes” are very drought tolerant and can grow very well without rain for two months. Well, some people even say that watering too much will make the "potatoes" too large and too watery, unpalatable, rotten, and difficult to store.
Most people are not optimistic about me taking so much care of a small "potato" field. In their opinion, as long as the "potato" is buried in a random place, even if it is completely ignored, many roots can still be dug out from the bottom in autumn and winter. There is no need to take care of it that way. They say that there are several small valleys in the mountains behind the village, and there are "potatoes" growing in the depressions between the valleys. Four, because most of the potatoes are dug back from outside.
I have never heard of this news at all, and I was curious before, just how the small fields inside and outside the village can feed the people of the village, so that they can have enough food, so that they can donate enough food for an outsider like me to live without any burden. long winter.
Of course, after further understanding, I realized that the crops in the valley behind the village are gifts from "gods", and only a part of the village is qualified to dig in the autumn, and the outsiders like me who are not even qualified to "sacrifice gods" are not only You can't go, if you secretly dig "potatoes", you will be caught and executed.
Okay, so it seems wise for me to grow my own "potatoes", at least if I take good care of it, maybe enough for me to eat a lot of time.
The weather is getting hotter, and the snow on the top of the mountain continues to melt. Although the momentum of the river in front of the village is not as exaggerated as in early spring, it is quite violent, and it is impossible to survive.
The good news is that after the water level dropped a little, a lot of new stones were exposed. The edges and corners of these stones were slightly dulled, but the general shape was still very irregular, which is very suitable for stacking.
I just finished the renovation of the small shack some time ago, and I didn’t want to start a new wave of repairs immediately, so I took up the work in the early winter and continued to build a small platform for the Luger family.
The single-layer stone platform laid last year has been trampled on for several months and has basically not deformed, and the damaged position at the corners is also very small. Along the stone plane of last year, stones of different sizes were picked up and put on top again, day after day. On the day, a raised platform appeared in front of the house.
The beautiful table is clean and tidy. Not only can the water seep in when it rains without being muddy at all, but it is also very practical when drying things, and it looks very stylish, which makes the Luger family very happy, and even plans to make their own home this year. The house was also renovated to be worthy of this exquisite stone platform.
I shuttled on both sides of the stone gate, and the time passed so quickly.
I'm still bareheaded, sitting in the first row of the classroom because I'm too short, I have a new lesbian desk, she's very cheerful, always likes to squeeze my face, always wants me to call her sister, and then Laughing at my blushing angry look.
This semester of the second volume of the second year of junior high has passed really fast. My parents have taken over a bicycle repair stall. They plan to change their careers to do something else, but they haven't found a suitable one for the time being, so the two of them leave early all day and come back late. , look around for opportunities.
The source of income was cut off, and the money they gave to buy vegetables became less, and I couldn't even get enough money to buy rice and flour.
I brought back a lot of "potatoes" from the other side of the door, mashed them into puree, washed the starch with water, mixed with sun-dried fibers and sugar, and baked them into "bread" to be the staple food at home, seasoned with sugar, dark The taste of Huhu's "multigrain bread" is actually not bad. It didn't make my parents suspicious, which made me relieved. I never thought that I would be hungry and poor in my own world. Bring back "potatoes" from the opposite world to eat.
Relying on the experience of growing things in the opposite world, I went out to pick up some foam boxes and went home, filled them with soil, mixed with the fermented chicken manure asked by my classmates, and planted garlic sprouts, radishes and cabbage in them.
My parents and the others had a hard time looking for jobs. They went out with hard brown bread sandwiches with fried garlic sprouts and went home in the sand. They drank porridge with clear soup and little water, and ate sour brown bread with a hint of sweetness.
Before the summer vacation, just before I was ready to go to another world again, my parents happily told me that they had raised start-up funds and were going to open a small shop.
My house is facing the street, and there was no door on the side of the street. They planned to open a door from the wall, and then nail a few shelves to sell snacks and daily necessities.
From the look of their cheerfulness, I can tell that they are very optimistic about the prospects of the small shop. I am very happy that they can be happy again, because they have not laughed so happily for a long time, and this time they are finally full of energy.
They smashed the walls and made holes with the workers, and used the cheap mixed-color tiles they collected to lay a beautiful and smooth floor. I also wanted to help, but they thought I was a child and didn't let me do it, so I just did something The little things of serving tea and water.
I was looking forward to their progress, but at the end of the month, I could only reluctantly pass through the Shimen, thinking of bringing back some more "potatoes" from the opposite side, so that I and them would stop starving.
In midsummer, the "potatoes" or "samsung potatoes" grow extremely fast, and they are lush and lush. It makes people happy to see them. It is worthwhile to add manure and grass ash to them every few days. The relatives that grew up in the barren fields looked like two species.
If I hadn't started farming, I would often ask the villagers to make me more familiar with the local dialect, and I'm afraid I still call the stuff I grow "potatoes".
I also know enough about people's description of this crop to translate the Chinese name "Shenshu" for it, because from its appearance and taste, it is indeed more like a sweet potato than a potato. On the other hand, its ground The above part is a bit like I read the ginseng in the picture book before, even the small flowers and red fruits are very similar, so I called it "Ginseng Potato".
It's hard to believe that "Ginseng Potato" is actually a perennial woody plant. It only has fat and fleshy tubers in its first year of growth. After the cold winter, the starchy and nutrient-rich tubers will shrink rapidly and consume The lost nutrients will make the root system and branches and leaves of the ginseng plant grow vigorously and grow into a small tree at an extremely fast rate within a year.
Someone pointed the ginseng tree to me, and I was stunned for a long time, almost unable to believe that the humble ordinary trees scattered around the village turned out to be the "potatoes" I eat every day.
When I helped in the lumberyard, most of the workers cut down this kind of tree. The trunk is strong and the wood quality is quite good. I even used this kind of branch to build the top of the shack. Half way.
After learning about the miraculous growth method of "Shenshu", I was very curious about the descriptions of the villagers. I decided to keep a ginseng potato in my "field" this year, without digging up its roots, to see if it will survive next spring. will really become a tree.
Not only the ginseng potato, but also other plants around the village made me curious, because the plants in this world are likely to be very different from the world in which I live.
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