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Qimu looked at the taro and sighed. "Spring, sweet potato."

Amorphophallus konjac is a seed planted in spring. After germination, the seed will grow slowly, and in July or August, the seed will begin to grow. In September or October, the seed will mature, and then, the seed can be harvested.

In fact, in modern times, we don't usually use the sweet potato as a seed. We usually use the sweet potato as a seed. The reason is: the sweet potato is too big. First, it is a waste and second, its life force isn't that strong, so we can't be as good as the sweet potato.

Now, since it was ancient times and the planting season wasn't good enough, the sweet potato should be used as the seed of the taro. Once a new taro was planted, some taro would be left behind and the rest would be used as food.

Luckily, Qimu had instinctively and professionally dug up the roots. Otherwise, the idea of growing taro might not have come true.

Following that, she lowered her head and carefully searched the ground. She wanted to see if there were still more.

If there were a few more, they could cook one and let the family have a taste of the new food. If they changed the taste, they would be able to eat until they were full. If that were the case, wouldn't they be very happy?

Qimu smiled as she carefully put the little taro with roots and soil into the basket on her back.

If there is anything else, plant it in the field, cultivate it well, and strive for a good harvest this autumn!

Qimu put down the basket, leaned against a big tree, and left by herself. With Taro as the center, she bent over and began to search carefully.

The sky was no longer bright, and the sun was gradually setting.

Qimu was so tired that she couldn't even straighten her back anymore. Finally, she found four or five taro stalks. Although it was not much, she was still happy inside.

Simple satisfaction, long and light and sweet.

After putting everything away, Qimu was thirsty and hungry.

Qimu carried a basket that was half her height as she looked at the color of the sky. The afterglow of the setting sun shone onto the back of the mountain of Niu Village.

Gazing at the beautiful scenery, Qimu encouraged herself:

"We can be considered to have returned with a great harvest this time. Go for it, Qimu. With this treasury here, as long as you're willing to work hard, you'll definitely have better days ahead of you."

By the time they reached the foot of the mountain, the trees were no longer as lush as they were in the mountains. There were no leaves or branches covering their heads. Instead, there was more light coming from the trees.

The foot of the mountain was the territory of the shrubs. They were all types of shrubs, and they were all short and short. The branches of the shrubs were more dense and lush.

With a single glance, he could see that the mountain lacked the faint oppressive feeling. Dressed in a sacred golden robe, the lush greenery was rather pleasing to the eyes.

In the shrubbery, it was a good place to pick up and chop firewood. Qimu put down her basket and leaned against the tree as she enjoyed the scenery. Her heart was at peace.

After a while, she swiftly bent down to pick up the firewood.

Actually, the firewood in the house was still sufficient, so she did so to cover up the contents of the basket.

According to the original owner's memories, she knew that the things that she had painstakingly brought back were not welcome in the village. In fact, it had even frightened them.

The only thing that was still better was the yellow quail. The taste was bitter. He had eaten it before at home, and the taste was the same as when his mother cooked it for him …

The original owner really couldn't forget. His memory was so deep that it was hard to swallow. No wonder he could live well even on the side of a small road.

Before he met her, of course.

As for whether anyone else had eaten, she wasn't sure. The original owner of the body seemed to be a man of few words and of small range of movement.

After picking up the firewood, Qimu covered the top layer of the basket tightly. The way back to the village was the nearest and easiest, because there were too many people walking around!

But? When they were about to enter the village, they met some familiar people.

Qimu watched from afar and sighed inwardly. She was no longer as focused as she was before as she hurried on her way.

It was her first time seeing a stranger, or rather, a stranger who was not part of the original owner's family.

He was slightly nervous in his heart.

"Mu, go up the mountain and chop firewood."

The two were still ten steps away from each other when Auntie Lin spoke warmly.

Finally, he added:

"Eh? Didn't your father usually go up the mountain to chop it down? "Why did it have to be you this time!"

Qimu smiled back at Auntie Lin. In an instant, she had thought of a way to answer, but Auntie Lin had already prepared an excuse for her.

"Recently planted in spring, sowing seeds! In the fields, our Niu Village family's house is not busy, but you, little adult, have come to light firewood, which is also correct! "

Auntie Lin muttered to herself. The peasant woman had a loud voice and a high voice, which made Qimu, the person in question, feel that it made a lot of sense.

"Yes, Aunt Lin!" I'm here to light firewood for my family. "

Qimu replied in a timely manner. In his heart, he felt that it was somewhat funny as well as fun. Immediately, he also liked the straightforwardness of the farmers. How sincere! How easy it was!

"Mu, since you have such a big basket on your back, you must be carrying a lot of firewood. Let me get some for you!"

Auntie Lin spoke quickly and did things even faster. She took large strides towards Qimu with kind intentions in her heart.

"Anyway, our two families are on the same side. I'll take it to your house later!" You should be more relaxed too! "

Upon hearing this, Qimu retreated a small step without leaving a trace and said with a calm voice:

"There's no need, Auntie. I have the strength to carry him back. Auntie, you should hurry up and chop firewood. The sky is about to turn dark!"

"It's fine, Mu. You don't have to be courteous to Aunt!"

"There's really no need, Aunt! You've worked a whole day of farming, and are much more tired than me. If you let Auntie really talk about it, my heart won't be able to get by either! "

When Aunt Lin heard this, she laughed even more heartily. In just a few words, she had already walked up to Qimu and reached for the basket on Qimu's back. It was no longer polite!

Qimu was already on the verge of tears. Retreating in front of you was wrong, but it was even more inappropriate for Auntie Lin to really help!

There was one less person who knew, one less troublesome matter! Qimu worked diligently from a young age, but she did not like the trouble that people caused.

"Aunt, if you really take it for me and let my Eldest Aunt find out, when we talk about grandpa's milk, I …"

Qimu raised her hand and lowered her head. Her attitude, which was as smooth as ever, changed from the smile on Yan Yan Yan, to a slight redness in her eyes and a slight shrug in her shoulders. She looked very pitiful.

Auntie Lin had already grabbed a handful of firewood, but immediately put it down upon hearing his words. She turned around and gently patted Qimu's shoulder as she said gently,

"Your Eldest Aunt, damn it!" Poor Mu, alright, quickly write it down. Auntie will not take it! "

The first part of the sentence was filled with displeasure. The latter half of the sentence was filled with concern.

Qimu's heart warmed as her eyes turned red. After bidding farewell to Auntie Lin, he quickly headed home.

After walking for a while, Qimu stood quietly in front of the door. Her body was thin, and she stared blankly at the door.

The half-human basket and her little figure stretched out in the last light of the setting sun, lonely and forlorn.

Home, some things are not just ending, they're just beginning.

A new war.

Qimu suddenly felt a bit of resistance in her heart, and she was unable to take a step forward.