Stepmom's Farm Life

Chapter 15 Farming is Impossible

In the open space, Qin Yao had two children holding her tightly.

The five of them huddled together tightly, looking worriedly at the small house in front of them, the thatched roofs of which were flying in the strong wind, as if it would collapse at any time.

Wait and wait. Wait and wait.

The strong wind stopped.

The little house that looked so fragile was still standing tenaciously before our eyes.

But looking at the thatch scattered on the ground and the empty house with only beams and a few pieces of thatch left, Qin Yao didn't know whether to be glad or sad.

The house was saved, but it would cost a fortune to re-roof it.

Looking at the only forty copper coins left in her pocket, Qin Yao felt that the sky was going to kill her!

The four little guys didn't know her inner sadness. Seeing that the house didn't collapse, they shouted in surprise: "Auntie, the house is fine!"

Qin Yao glanced at the excited Erlang and said, "You call this okay?"

Erlang was filled with so much resentment that he trembled all over and covered his mouth in fear.

The sky was turning pale, and the mess on the ground was clearly visible. Qin Yao rubbed her throbbing temples, signaled the four siblings to stay where they were and not move, and walked quickly towards the village.

Qin Yao knocked on the door of the Liu family's old house.

Having just finished planting all the land yesterday, the men of the Liu family were just thinking about taking a break and were still sleeping at this moment.

Mrs. Qiu got up to relieve herself. She heard a knock on the door and went to open it. She saw Qin Yao appear in front of her with an expressionless face. It was still dark outside and she was lucky she wasn't scared to death.

"Is there something wrong?" Mrs. Qiu, who had managed to calm herself down, asked carefully.

She didn't know if it was because it was too dark or for some other reason, but she couldn't help but feel scared when she saw the new daughter-in-law from the third brother's family.

Qin Yao said, "Second sister-in-law, there was a strong wind at night and the roof of my house was blown off."

Mrs. Qiu was startled. "Is the wind blowing?"

"The wind is very strong." Qin Yao said affirmatively.

Mrs. Qiu was also stunned for a moment, but now she reacted and her expression changed. She asked with concern, "Is he okay?"

Qin Yao shook her head and said it was okay. Only then did Mrs. Qiu breathe a sigh of relief and hurried into the house to wake her husband up.

The noise in the yard alarmed Old Man Liu and Mrs. Zhang, and the two old people got up and put on their clothes.

Mrs. Qiu pointed at the door and said, "Dad, the roof of the third brother's house has been blown off."

Old Man Liu was shocked, but when he heard Mrs. Qiu say that the person was fine, he finally felt relieved. He called his three sons, took the tools to repair the roof, and rushed to Liu Ji's house.

Qin Yao followed behind, looking at the four father and sons in a hurry, her heart, which had been hard for a long time, melted a little.

The villagers have a variety of skills, and repairing a roof is no big deal for Old Man Liu and his three sons.

When they saw the empty roof, they started working without saying a word.

Liu Fei picked up all the usable pieces of straw that had fallen on the ground. Liu Bo and Liu Zhong saw that this was not enough, so they hurried to the river bank to cut grass.

Old man Liu went home and carried a ladder, climbed onto the roof, took the thatch pieces that Liu Fei threw up, and spread them again.

But it took only one morning for the father and his two sons to repair and reinforce the roof. They also placed a few heavy stones at the four corners to prevent it from being blown away again by strong winds.

Qin Yao was grateful, so she cooked all the brown rice she bought yesterday into porridge and invited the father and his two sons to have lunch at home before leaving.

Old man Liu drank the thick brown rice porridge in the bowl, then looked at the mother and son who were squatting in front of the stove and eating taro, and seemed to be hesitant to speak.

In the end, he didn't say anything, put down the empty bowl, and led Liu Bo and the others away.

But before leaving, he couldn't help but remind Qin Yao: "Hurry up and plant those two acres of land. It's going to rain in two days."

Qin Yaoying understood, and walked a few steps before coming back, calling Dalang, picking up the hoe, taking the can of wheat seeds, and walking towards the two acres of land on the other side of the mountain.

Erlang stayed at home to look after the house and the twins.

Although they all knew each other in the village and their home was at the innermost part of the village, making it unlikely that they would encounter beggars, Qin Yao still did not dare to leave the four-year-old twins alone at home.

Qin Yao felt that she had the farming experience she got from Zhang yesterday. It's just farming, how troublesome could it be?

But I didn't expect that the slap in the face would come so quickly.

The two acres of land of Liu Ji's family had been dug up by the original body.

Qin Yao only needed to dig a hole, sow the wheat seeds, and then bury them.

However, after working from mid-afternoon to evening, only one-tenth of an acre of land was sown!

Qin Yao looked at the large piece of unplanted land in front of her in disbelief, wondering if she was seeing things.

Otherwise, why did she work so hard for an entire afternoon and only plant such a small piece?

This is not the point. The point is that she felt that her body, which had just recovered, could no longer bear it.

Turning around to look at Dalang, who was sitting on the edge of the field with a sunburned face, both mother and son saw despair in each other's eyes.

The weather is cold in the morning and evening, and hot during the day. Liu Ji's land is remote. He only has two acres of land in the entire valley. There are a lot of insects, buzzing around your head.

Qin Yao was not fully prepared when she came. She could only cover her head with her coat and hug her head tightly, leaving only her two eyes exposed.

But the mother and son's exposed ankles and insteps were covered with mosquito bites. They were itchy but they didn't dare scratch them for fear of scratching their skin, which would make it even more uncomfortable and was particularly torturous.

Even if the wasteland in the mountains has been hoed, there will be a few stones and tree roots popping up from time to time. They have to be thrown out before sowing.

The straw sandals on my feet were not easy to walk in the fields. After a few steps, the soles of my feet were covered with heavy mud, which restricted my movement speed.

Farming is a repetitive process that is boring and tedious.

There were dozens of hoes in front, and Qin Yao was digging vigorously. When she hit the rocks, sparks flew.

But as she dug deeper and deeper with the hoe, the hoe in her hand became heavier and heavier. Even Qin Yao, who was very strong, felt her arms swell and ache.

After that, I sowed seeds again and again, bending down, standing up, and bending down again. After repeating this hundreds of times, my waist couldn't take it anymore.

With my face covered in clothes, it was hot and stuffy, and every time I moved a step, all kinds of discomfort came up and it was extremely painful.

Qin Yao insisted on staying until the sun went down, thinking that since she was already here, she stayed there.

I thought I had worked so hard that I should have planted most of the seeds, but to my surprise, I only planted a tiny portion.

Dalang couldn't help it, so he gently scratched the mosquito bite on his foot, and looked at Qin Yao with sweat all over his forehead, making her feel like he was abusing a child laborer.

Thinking about having to experience this extreme torture again tomorrow, Qin Yao almost wanted to go back to the end of the world.

She would rather fight among the zombies and become food for mutated plants and animals than to farm tomorrow!

Thinking of how Old Man Liu and his two sons went out early and came back late, taking care of the family's more than 100 acres of land all year round, Qin Yao instantly felt awe for them.

The sun was about to set, and the sound of unknown birds came from the mountains. Dalang stood up and looked at Qin Yao with some fear, "Auntie, it's getting dark."

Qin Yao was so tortured by farming that she didn't want to say a word. She waved to Dalang, and the mother and son returned home under the moonlight.

In front of the stove, Qin Yao was chewing on the taro roasted by Erlang and Sanlang and thinking to herself that she had to go into the mountains.

It is impossible to farm the land. I don't want to farm the land again in this life!

　Is anyone reading this book? I just want to ask for your recommendation votes. Hehehe~

(End of this chapter)