Chapter 7 Poisonous Green Fruit

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In the dark night, Jiang Zhi closed his eyes and felt that his body was floating lightly in the air.

A sudden white light flashed, and she suddenly saw "herself" lying on the big pillow on the sofa at home, her favorite little chrysanthemum lamp was on, and the AI ​​reading sound on the phone next to her was still reading the novel leisurely, even The pet cats are still sleeping soundly on their knees...

What's going on? Why am I wearing books at home?

So what book are you listening to? Why can’t you hear it clearly?

Before she could figure out the situation, she was woken up by Qiao Yun beside her: "Mother, mother, there's a fire at the bottom of the mountain... there's a fire at the bottom of the mountain!"

Mother, who is mother?

The next second Jiang Zhi sat up suddenly: "What caused the fire?"

Her movements were too violent, which startled Qiaoyun, and she explained: "Mom, the village is on fire."

oh! Just dreaming!

Jiang Zhi reorganized his mind.

Errui drank too much soup that night. He went out to pee in the middle of the night and saw some movement. He came back to wake someone up.

But Jiang Zhi was so sleepy that he couldn't wake up no matter how much he screamed. He had to shake and push before he could open his eyes.

Xu Errui had already gone out to see the situation, while Jiang Zhi and Qiaoyun just stood next to Qinggang Forest and looked down the mountain.

Originally, the location of the village was completely dark, but now you can see patches of orange light.

Qiaoyun cried: "The house was burned down."

Xu Errui stumbled back at this time, speaking incoherently, crying with snot and tears: "Burn, burn them all!"

Although I took away all my valuables and decided to live in the mountains for a while, I still felt heartbroken when I saw my former home being devoured by fire.

Jiang Zhi also felt uncomfortable. War brings power and wealth to a few people, but it also brings more harm. It is always the common people who suffer.

Fortunately, everyone is alive and well now, including Nie Fantian.

The fire gradually disappeared and darkness returned. Nothing could be seen except the whining sound of the night wind blowing through the forest.

After returning to the shed, Jiang Zhi couldn't sleep anymore and woke up from time to time. He simply sat up to add charcoal and kept vigil, listening to the night crows outside until dawn.

The custom of the farmers in the Dayan Dynasty was to only eat two meals a day. At dawn, Qiaoyun started cooking with red eyes.

Xu Errui wanted to see what was going on in the village, but Jiang Zhihe stopped him: "What are you looking at? The refugees down there are waiting for people to take a look, so they can catch you and cut your flesh."

One sentence scared the stupid son so much that he didn't dare to mention it again.

Curiosity killed the cat. The stupid roe deer in the Northeast didn't know how to escape after being shot. It had to look back to find whoever shot me just now.

The houses in the village were burned down, but people still had to survive.

Jiang Zhi was worried about the villagers who had not left. He didn't know whether the refugees were just robbing things or hurting people.

There are stubborn people everywhere.

Xiaoman's family went up the mountain yesterday, but they didn't see Xu Youcai's family. They must have been fighting against the refugees again.

It's just that they have a lot of acquaintances on the ground, and the refugees can't hurt anyone easily. It's hard to say whether they will lose their lives over time.

Xu Errui didn't go down the mountain, but went to Xiaoman's charcoal shed.

Everyone was in a hurry when we went up the mountain yesterday and there was nothing we could do to help.

Now that the night has passed, I wonder how his family is doing.

Jiang Zhi didn't leave either. She took out the qinggangzi she picked up yesterday and smashed each one with a stone to break the hard shell outside.

I dug a small shallow pit at the bottom of the pond, poured all the qinggangzi into it, and then diverted water into the pit. Just enough to submerge the qinggangzi, the excess water automatically flowed into the bushes on the hillside.

This can avoid contaminating the water source, and there is no need to change the water if it is running water for a long time.

The reason why he was able to eat corn rice generously last night was because he had the staple food to satisfy his hunger. If there was no follow-up food, Jiang Zhi would not dare to squander it casually, otherwise it would be too late.

Qiaoyun watched her mother-in-law break open the green berries and soak them in water. She asked in confusion: "Mom, these green berries are poisonous. What are you doing soaking them?"

Jiang said calmly: "The whole family will eat."

No wonder the meal last night was both meat and dry rice. It would poison the whole family after eating the food.

Qiao Yun felt sad and knelt down as soon as her legs became weak: "Mom, I only drink clear soup every day and I don't dare to eat anymore!"

Jiang Zhi was stunned: "Why are you so startled? Get up. You have a body as dry as firewood and are pregnant with a child. You can only die by drinking soup."

Qiaoyun pointed at Qinggangzi and said cautiously: "Mother wants poison..."

Jiang Zhi suddenly realized: "Who said you want to poison people? These green rice seeds can be eaten, but the poison must be removed first."

Qiaoyun was dubious. People around him had been reminding him that he couldn't eat Qinggangzi since he was a child. Even if he was half-starved and someone cooked it over fire and ate it, no one would dare to use it for food.

However, no one could resist her mother-in-law's words. She could only ask Bodhisattva to bless her so that she could eat less Qinggangzi.

Breakfast was a paste of dried vegetables, Jiang Zhi asked him to cook it thicker, Qiaoyun followed it with a sad look on his face.

Before Er Rui came back, Jiang Zhi soaked Qinggangzi in the water and stood on the edge of the cliff down the mountain, watching.

On the same mountain, several charcoal sheds are not far apart in a straight line. It may take dozens of minutes to walk, but they are within sight.

Jiang Zhi didn't know where the other houses were exactly, but he could see faint smoke rising from several woods, which was quickly blown away by the wind.

It's a good thing to have someone cooking the pot.

After a while, Xu Errui ran back panting: "Mom, everyone is fine, Xiaoman's family has also cooked.

Unexpectedly, his charcoal shed is better than ours. Brother Dazhu used to use stone flakes to build the walls. He cleaned it yesterday and moved in. "

Dazhu is Xiaoman's paralyzed brother. He has been diligent and sensible since he was a child. Every winter, he and his grandfather burn charcoal in the mountains. They live there for more than a month, so they naturally clear up the charcoal shed to provide a place for food and accommodation.

After he fell ill, it was Xiaoman who went up the mountain.

Jiang Zhi was puzzled as to why Grandpa Xiaoman was willing to wait for death despite such good conditions.

As for the situation in the village, Xu Errui didn't know, and everyone made a tacit agreement not to mention the village chief and the others who had left.

This is how refugees move around, escaping from their own homes into other people's homes.

The refugees who are rushing into the village now were once people who farmed the fields with a naive smile.

Jiang Zhi does not have a golden finger and cannot care about other villagers. She just wants to have a clean and comfortable home and live safely until the end of the book.

The charcoal shed continues to be renovated.

Mother and son worked together to cap the stone wall the next day, leaving the door frame temporarily for later construction of the door.

Next to it, a stove was extended from the thatched roof, and the stove was built with stones to facilitate Qiaoyun's cooking.

On the third day, Jiang Zhi and Xu Errui built a ridge with stones on the slope next to the hut, filled it with fine soil, and moved in a few green trees that had been cut down for charcoal to build another room.

The three of them lived together these past few nights. Although the weather was cold and they slept naked, Xu Errui's smelly feet and snoring made Jiang Zhi so sick that he urgently needed a single room.

However, Xiaoman came before construction started and said that his grandfather wanted Aunt Jiang to go there.

Jiang Zhi readily agreed. She also had something to ask Grandpa Xiaoman: When will this winter end?

It will be March soon. According to the modern southwest climate, there will be continuous spring rain and peach blossoms in the mountains, but the world in the book is still dry and cold.