sjar Chapter 52 Going Out to Investigate
Chapter 52 Going Out to Investigate
After working for several hours, Xia Qingyue made vermicelli from a bowl of dough and then hung it on a bamboo pole to dry, with almost no pause in between.
She was hot and thirsty, and didn't even bother to wash her powdered hands. She grabbed a cup of herbal tea made from dried selfheal and mulberry leaves and drank it.
When the weather is hot, it is easy to get a sore throat, so you need to drink some cooling tea every few days.
The vermicelli was not that thick, and because the sun was strong, the ones that were dried first had already dried and were hanging upright on the pole.
Xia Qingyue deliberately controlled the length of the vermicelli, which was about twice as long as the vermicelli in the snail noodles in her previous life. If it was too short, it would be difficult to hang. This length can be cut in half after soaking.
It was getting dark, so she soaked some dried vermicelli for dinner and went to carry the soil she had dug out of the pond. But it was too late and she could not dig any more soil.
After carrying for about an hour, it was completely dark.
She was so hungry that her stomach was growling. She collected the dried vermicelli and put it into a sack. There was a whole sack, and the dried vermicelli probably weighed more than ten pounds.
Enough for her to eat until the end of the year.
The soaked vermicelli is tough when pulled, so take it out and drain the water.
I grabbed two pieces of bamboo shoots from the jar of sour bamboo shoots, cut them into strips, and prepared to stir-fry some sour bamboo shoot vermicelli.
Snail noodles without snails always feel like they’re missing a bit of soul.
What a pity, there are no snails.
Xia Qingyue beat two eggs and put them in a frying pan to make scrambled eggs.
I cut some Chinese cabbage as a side dish, stir-fried it first, then poured in vermicelli and pickled bamboo shoots, added my favorite seasonings, and stir-fried it over high heat for a few times until it was cooked.
She also made a dish of cold cucumber salad, which is an indispensable dish in summer.
The aroma of the fried vermicelli with sour bamboo shoots whetted her appetite.
Pick up the fried noodles with one chopstick, there are noodles, bamboo shoots and eggs, multiple flavors collide in your mouth, the taste is rich.
Sour bamboo shoots are sour and crispy.
The eggs were tender.
The vermicelli is chewy and smooth.
"Delicious!"
She squinted her eyes happily and felt great satisfaction.
After dinner, she decided to make some rice noodles and sweet potato noodles later.
She can't resist foods like vermicelli.
In the past, most of these dry powders were not pure, and no one knew what was added to them.
It’s safer to eat what you make yourself.
While taking a shower, she checked her sanitary pad and saw no blood.
"Wuhu, great, it's finally over!"
She hummed a cheerful song while taking a bath, feeling happy.
After her aunt passed away, Xia Qingyue concentrated on digging and building the pond and was busy every day.
In the blink of an eye, it was the end of May.
The high temperature continued, with the daily maximum temperature remaining at 39 degrees, and not a drop of rain fell.
Hard work pays off. More than half of the pond has been dug. It is about three meters deep. It will probably be done in another half a month.
Although the digging was almost done, Xia Qingyue couldn't feel happy.
The hot weather makes people irritable. If the weather continues like this, it may not rain even if the pond is dug.
The water level in the pool kept dropping, dropping by more than half of its total depth, and it was necessary to use buckets to fetch water.
The mountain spring water flowing down from the stone walls of the tiankeng has stopped flowing.
This was the thing Xia Qingyue feared the most, and it happened cruelly.
A large amount of water is needed for poultry, vegetable fields, rice, and for her and Heihei's food.
She estimated that if it didn't rain, the water in the pond would only last for about half a month at most.
"I'm worried, why isn't it raining yet?"
Xia Qingyue was emo and felt very panicked.
She raised her hand and scratched her hair in annoyance, making it a mess.
Not only her, the chickens and ducks in the pen could no longer hold back and were making a lot of noise every day.
Ever since she stopped going out to catch fish and shrimp, the chickens and ducks had no river food.
At first, it was fine, eating some wild grass or young potatoes and pumpkin mixed with bean flour every day. Later, maybe it got tired of it, and it cried louder and louder every day, and became a little thinner. It used to lay one egg a day, but now it only lays one egg every two or three days.
There was no other choice, so Xia Qingyue used a hoe to dig earthworms for them to eat. She wanted to let them free range, but considering the vegetable plots and rice seedlings in the paddy fields, she immediately gave up the idea.
The rabbits in the pen are fine, they are not very picky about food.
Under her and the mother rabbit's careful care, the baby rabbits have grown hair and are in good condition, able to run in the circle on their own.
Moreover, another female rabbit was pregnant.
After much thought, Xia Qingyue decided to go out of the sinkhole to see the condition of the stream outside to prepare for a rainy day.
After about a month, she packed her things and went out with Heihei to find out the situation.
It was afternoon then and the morning was cool, so people tended to go out at this time, so they deliberately avoided crowded times.
At noon, the dazzling sun hangs high in the sky, mercilessly releasing scorching heat.
Xia Qingyue pushed open the cave door connecting to the outside. As a wave of heat hit her, she could see the scene outside clearly.
how to say.
It is visibly more desolate and barren than it was a month ago.
The originally lush green grass and trees were dehydrated and shrunken due to the sun, and they looked lifeless. Many of the grasses were killed and turned yellow by the sun.
The leaves of the tall trees were curled and wrinkled due to the sun.
She licked her lips and said, "Heihei, let's go to the stream."
The man and the dog walked to the stream where they had picked wild oyster mushrooms before. There was still some way to go to the shore, and she couldn't see what was in the stream. She was so nervous that her heart was pounding, so she just ran over.
Normally, you can see the water in the stream a few meters away from the shore, but today all you can see is a mess of sand and stones.
It was not until I ran to the very edge of the shore that I could see clearly that there was a very shallow layer of water in the stream. There was no water in the high places, and the exposed soil had dried up, and I could see a few shriveled corpses of fish and shrimp on it.
"My God!"
If this continues, the stream will dry up!
She was wearing straw sandals and walked upstream. After walking for a while, the soles of her shoes felt slightly warm.
The situation is slightly better in some places upstream, with the water more than twice as deep, but it is still far from what it was before.
On the way, Xia Qingyue saw someone collecting water from the stream and pouring it slowly into a large bucket using a small bucket. She watched silently and continued walking forward.
After walking for an hour, she came to the source of the stream, which she had never been to before.
It turns out that the water of the stream comes from the waterfall.
The waterfall is like a snow-white ribbon, winding down from the high mountains. The water flows gently, and there is a large pool below. The water level in the pool has sunk a lot, and you can clearly see the sand and rocks and the swimming fish underneath.
She estimated that the water in the pool was about seven or eight meters deep, but she didn't know the total depth of the pool.
The flow of the waterfall is small, so there is not enough water in the pool to overflow and flow into the stream.
Xia Qingyue wanted to take another look, but Heihei gave a warning, reminding her that something was coming, so she went back to the woods behind.
He hid himself behind a tree and saw a dozen people coming, each holding two wooden buckets, both men and women, and they were fetching water from the pond.
From their conversation, I learned that they all lived nearby.
Xia Qingyue walked in the opposite direction. She thought that the trip couldn't be in vain, so she had to find some mountain products to bring back.
After walking for more than ten minutes, we came to a place where the plant Leonurus, which is good news for women, grew.
In addition to being eaten, motherwort can also be used. It can be burned into ashes and made into menstrual belts just like wood ash. Mugwort ash can also be used.
This thing takes up little space but is not heavy. I'll come back next time and cut it all off and take it back with me. I'll keep some for eating and planting, and burn the rest and use it as a menstrual belt.
"It would be nice if we could find some wild fruits to bring back."