Friends who often kill people and bury corpses know that the smell of corpses is not a physical or chemical attack, but a spiritual attack!
It can stimulate the instinctive response to danger in human genes: there are corpses of the same kind ahead, there is danger here, and you need to leave quickly!
Corpse odor is a danger warning!
If you want to cancel this alarm, it is the smell of feces!
In people's subconscious mind, as long as there are no special circumstances, the place where you can poop and pee must be the safest place.
Because I can’t pull it out if I don’t relax...
Therefore, the smell of feces and urine is also a safe signal!
After Jiang Zhi saw this joke accidentally, he just thought it was a joke and laughed for a long time. Unexpectedly, he couldn't stand the nausea in the middle of the night, so he actually tried it.
Um!
The effect is really good. Now I can sit down to eat. Although the smell of feces is disgusting, it has dropped a few levels and is within the acceptable range. I can also smell the aroma of food in my nose.
Xu Errui obviously didn't believe Qiaoyun's words.
At this time, he was retching and shouting: "You, you are so disgusting, my throat hurts from vomiting, and you still come to make fun of me."
Qiaoyun was also anxious: "What mother said, you don't even believe what mother said. Just go if you are told! Try a lot of meat!"
Xu Errui was pushed by Qiaoyun into the simple hut that had just been repaired a few days ago, and he ran out after a while covering his mouth. However, he did not vomit again.
ha! It really works.
Xu Errui sat down at the dining table with a puzzled look on his face: "Mom, this method..."
Jiang Zhi glared at him: "Eat, after that we go to Xiaoman's house."
This guy is really stunned. If he says it now, he will make people eat!
Qiaoyun had already taken her own bowl and hid away. She didn't have morning sickness, but she didn't want to eat at the same table with two people who went to the cesspit to detoxify.
The nausea was gone and his appetite had not recovered. After just a few bites, Jiang Zhi took Xu Errui to the foot of the cliff in the rain.
At this time, Xiaoman was squatting on the cornice and retching. It had just been a night, his face was gray and his eyes were swollen.
Little Man is sharpening his knife under the eaves that can protect him from the rain.
Next to him were several used sickles collected from the village. At this time, there was a sickle with a chip that he had sharpened.
Xiao Mannai was arranging pieces of cotton, which was Jiang Zhi's old coat.
Now it needs to be disassembled, cleaned, re-embellished and combed, and then filled and sewn into a new coat. This process is a bit long.
As soon as he stepped into the yard, Xu Errui went straight to Xiaoman. Without saying much, he grabbed him and pulled him to the corner where he had accumulated fat...
Jiang Zhi twitched the corner of his mouth, this method was really... hard to describe.
She didn't come to Xiao Man's house just to smell the feces and detoxify him.
Jiang Zhi needs to communicate more with Xiao Man Ye. They can't each do their own thing. The situation of Xiao Man crying on the tree last night will happen again.
Moreover, Jiang Zhi no longer intends to imitate his original habits, being secretive and cautious in everything he does, and also trying to figure out how to make things right.
It is Jiang Zhi who will survive here from now on, not the woman who has been tortured crazy by life.
Such a big change will definitely make people around you suspicious, but...
When dreams become reality, the recipients will naturally shut up!
"Uncle Chang Geng, there is no need to sharpen these two rustiest sickles, keep them for use!" Jiang Zhi picked up the two sickles that were chipped and covered with thick red rust.
This is good stuff!
One knife kills tetanus, two swords kills one's ancestors, and it's easy to kill someone.
Young Man smiled and thought Jiang Zhi was joking. He patted the rusty powder off his hands and walked into the room: "Er Rui Niang, come inside and sit down!"
He knew that things at the foot of the mountain had to be talked about.
Last night, the three of them came back with wet clothes and left after drinking ginger soup. Xiaoman vomited every time he talked and couldn't open his mouth to speak. They didn't know what was going on there.
Jiang Zhi briefly told what happened that night: "...it seems like no one has been there since the murder. The people are still there like that, so we dug a hole next to them and buried them."
From the day the fire broke out when I saw the body to now, the position of the body has not changed. It seems that the bandits killed people, burned the mountain and left.
Xujia Village was originally a small village. The village chief had already taken away the large team. Apart from Xu Youcai's two families in the village, there were only two or three cats and dogs on the mountain. After those people vented their anger, no one should pay attention.
It was just a matter of haste that Zhao Li's father and his wife's funeral was not even covered with a piece of rags, let alone paper money and incense candles.
Little Man took out his bamboo pipe and put it in his mouth. He hadn't rolled tobacco leaves in two years, and the taste of the pipe had faded. It was just a habit.
He squinted his eyes, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes became moist.
Father Zhao Li is about the same age as his son who died early. He has already met his grandson, but he still ended up like this.
Jiang Zhi was not so emotional. She asked, "Uncle Chang Geng, it's raining now. When is the right time to replant wheat?"
This is what Jiang Zhi cares about most, not only to survive, but also to improve his life.
First, you have to grow food.
It's just that the winter wheat was sown in October, and it should have grown to more than a foot deep by now.
If we replenish spring wheat now, we can still get another crop.
Little Man also put his thoughts aside. Now he couldn't just guard against the dangers outside, he had to prepare to grow food.
"I still have more than ten kilograms of corn at home. I will plant a few kilograms on the surrounding slopes. I will give you the rest and plant it all in the terraces."
He had long said that he would slash and burn and grow food on grassy slopes. As for how much he could harvest, it would depend on the weather.
Jiang Zhi frowned slightly. These corns were probably the rations squeezed out from between the teeth of Xiaoman's family.
I still have a few kilograms of wheat seeds, corn seeds, and sweet potato seeds left at home, and even more beans and vegetable seeds, all harvested from the village.
At this time, she came to ask about farming, mainly because she wanted to discuss the two families' joint farming.
The Xiaoman family planted precious wheat on a barren slope, which was too risky because there was no way to irrigate it later. At best, they would only get back 30 to 50 kilograms, but at worst, there would be no harvest.
Moreover, it would be too wasteful to use my terraced fields of less than one acre to grow beans, melons and vegetables.
She wanted to grow the food of the two families together, and each would be responsible for a part of it, so that both the food production and labor could be arranged easily.
"Uncle Chang Geng, why don't we grow our food together? I will take care of the terraced fields. You can help look after the melons and beans on the slopes and tell you what should be planted and harvested."
When Mr. Xiaoman heard Jiang Zhi tell him the arrangement, his face suddenly showed a complicated expression. He raised his hand and put the cigarette rod in his mouth, but he was so trembling that he couldn't bite.
Farming on barren slopes is a gamble on the annual harvest, which is less certain than terraced fields with less than two feet of soil. Although melons and beans can satisfy hunger, they still need staple foods to make up the bottom.
Jiang said this to help his family avoid starving to death.
His family was abandoned in the village. Now every time he hears that Jiang is trying his best to help him, Xiaoman's heart feels like fire, it hurts and feels warm at the same time.
Xiao Mannai came over with red eyes: "Er Rui Niang... This is really tiring for you and Er Rui."
There is only one young man at home doing the work, and Jiang said that planting together is to help.
On the kang, Xu Dazhu had been listening with his head propped up, and suddenly said: "Aunt Jiang, Dazhu kowtows to you!"
After saying that, he banged his head on the edge of the kang.
He had everything at home on his mind, but he couldn't do anything, so he could only worry.
Aunt Jiang not only sent kudzu and green kudzu powder to her family, but also made this warm earth bed, so she no longer had to worry about starvation and cold.
Now the two families are working together to farm. This is helping their own family survive.
Xu Dazhu had no choice but to kowtow!
"Ouch! Dazhu, don't hurt yourself!"
Jiang Zhi didn't expect that just by telling the plan, the whole family would be so moved. He quickly asked Er Rui, who had just entered the house, to hold Xu Dazhu.
Xiaoman came in shortly after. He had stopped vomiting. He heard everything he said just now and knelt down with a plop!
