HCB Chapter 148: Turning the Soil to Prepare Firewood for Winter
Chapter 148: Turning the Soil to Prepare Firewood for Winter
At dawn, Su Panpan woke up but did not rush to get up.
Her consciousness entered the space. The last customer had confirmed receipt of the goods, and 50 million had been deposited into the account, for a total of 53 million points.
Thinking of this, Su Panpan was extremely happy.
This is a huge sum of money for her, and she can use it to buy antique building materials and soft furnishings from the mall in the future.
Several other customers placed orders for some hairpins, totaling more than one million. After Su Panpan shipped the goods, she exited the space. She got up, washed some millet, red dates, cut half a pumpkin into pieces, put them in a pot and cooked them together. She put a grate on top, steamed some corn, eggs, and sweet potatoes, and covered the pot.
Under the lid of the pot, the food is stewing and steaming in the pot, and wisps of hot air are quietly coming out from the edge of the lid.
The moment the lid of the pot is opened, golden pumpkin, plump red dates and thick millet porridge appear before your eyes.
The steamed corn exudes a fresh fragrance, and the eggs and sweet potatoes are also steaming hot.
Qin Mu was the first to arrive at the table. He took a deep breath and said, "Wow, what a hearty breakfast today!"
Xiaoxiao also came over, her eyes shining, and helped set the tableware.
Qin Xiao rubbed his eyes and yawned, but he became energetic when he smelled the fragrance.
Yueyue skipped onto the chair, muttering, "There's corn to eat!"
Su Panpan smiled and brought the porridge to the table.
Everyone started to work, some took corn, some took eggs.
Qin Mu blew on the porridge gently, then took a sip and said with satisfaction, "This porridge is really well cooked, fragrant and sticky."
The whole house was filled with the strong aroma of rice.
After breakfast, she asked Qin Mu, Xiaoxiao, Qin Xiao and Yueyue to help Shen Ru.
Shen Ru also planted some potatoes, but the soil quality and fertility were not as good as those planted by Su Panpan, so they have only matured now.
Taking advantage of the free time today, she borrowed Erniu's ox and went to the field awarded by the county magistrate to plow the soil again.
She harnessed the ox to the plow, patted the ox gently, and the ox obediently began to move forward.
The plowshare was deeply embedded in the soil, turning over patches of dark earth.
Su Panpan followed steadily behind, the reins in her hand occasionally shaking slightly.
The soil was turned over and burned once last time.
There are still many weeds in the fields today, and they are very tenacious.
Su Panpan bent down and carefully pulled out the weeds. Her fingers nimbly moved through the weeds, and soon a small pile of weeds had accumulated behind her.
Then she took out a tinder from her bosom, blew it gently, and the flame jumped up.
She carefully lit the weeds, and the flames rose instantly. The dry weeds made crackling sounds in the fire.
The autumn wind helped the fire spread, reflecting Su Panpan's focused expression.
The mountains in the distance are covered with red forests, and the red maples are like fire, which contrasts with the fireworks in the fields.
Su Panpan stood up, looked at the renovated land, and a relieved smile appeared on her face.
This will loosen the soil, burn some pests and insect eggs, increase soil fertility, and ensure a good harvest of crops planted next year.
The cows were leisurely wagging their tails and occasionally lowering their heads to sniff the soil.
The fire gradually died down and wisps of green smoke drifted in the air.
Su Panpan led the cow and walked slowly back along the ridge of the field.
After returning the cow, Su Panpan thought that there was not much firewood left at home, so she went home and ate a bowl of egg noodles, then picked up a machete and rope and prepared to go into the mountains to collect firewood.
She walked along the winding path into the forest, as if she was in a colorful world.
The ground is covered with fallen leaves in golden, orange, and dark green.
The thick fallen leaves are like a soft carpet, making a slight rustling sound with every step.
In the mountains and forests, the trees are tall and straight, and the sunlight shines through the gaps between the branches and leaves, forming patches of light.
Her eyes searched for dead branches in the woods. Starting from the foot of the mountain, she picked up the dead branches one by one and piled them into a small pile of firewood.
As you go deeper into the mountains and forests, surprises come one after another.
On a slope, she found some dry trees, picked up an axe and began to chop them down.
The axe swung in the air, sending sawdust flying.
The sunlight shone on her through the gaps in the leaves, reflecting her busy and satisfied figure.
The birds around her were startled by her from time to time.
She looked at the piles of firewood, her heart filled with a sense of accomplishment, and continued to move towards the top of the mountain.
As Su Panpan climbed higher and higher, her vision became wider and wider.
At this time, the sun shines down, giving the entire village and forest a layer of brilliant gold.
The mountains in the distance stretch and undulate like a winding dragon, embracing the clouds in the sky.
The houses are scattered around in an orderly manner, and wisps of smoke rise slowly from the chimneys.
The gurgling Huaxi River is like a silver ribbon, shuttling between the village and the fields, sparkling with water.
The fields are like a golden ocean. Although they have been harvested, they still have the charm of a good harvest.
In the nearby mountains and forests, the maple leaves are like burning flames, dancing like poetry when the wind blows.
The leaves are like bits of gold foil, floating down.
Su Panpan stood on the top of the mountain. The rustling autumn wind was like a nimble hand, gently lifting the hair on her temples.
She gazed into the distance and took in the magnificent scenery of mountains and rivers.
Shrouded in golden light, Huaxi Village looks like a warm pearl lost in the world, lying quietly in the arms of the earth.
She glanced at the poetic painting greedily, paused for a moment, and then turned back along the mountain road.
Every step I take is on fallen leaves and gravel. The fallen leaves make a soft "crunch" sound, and the gravel rolls and collides with a slight "ding-dong" sound.
The mountain breeze blew from time to time, ruffling the corners of her clothes.
When she came across a pile of firewood, Su Panpan gently closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she recited silently in her heart.
In an instant, the firewood that looked like a small mountain was gently lifted up by an invisible hand and disappeared in an instant. From the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain, more than twenty piles of firewood were picked up and all were stored in the space.
She raised her hand slightly, gently patted the dust on her clothes, turned around and set out on the journey home again.
On the way down the mountain, birds occasionally flew over her head, making clear chirping sounds.
The wild flowers in the mountains sway in the wind, emitting a faint fragrance.
The familiar outline of Huaxi Village became increasingly clear, and the vigorous old tree at the entrance of the village came into view. It was like a kind elder, standing there quietly and watching.
Returning to the yard, she turned and entered the kitchen, closed her eyes and concentrated again, and the firewood in the space appeared neatly in the corner of the kitchen.
Then she came to the woodshed and concentrated again. The firewood flew out from the space in an orderly manner and was steadily arranged in the woodshed, with the big firewood at the bottom and the small firewood at the top.
The firewood was piled from the ground to the roof with almost no extra space. The large firewood was like sturdy beams, firmly fixed at the bottom, and the small firewood was also tightly attached to the large wood. It was really spectacular.
At the corner of the yard, she paused briefly, then concentrated her strength. A row of firewood appeared neatly in the corner, each layer staggered horizontally and vertically, solid and stable. The firewood had different shades of color, some dark brown, some light brown.
This amount of firewood is enough to last through the winter.