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　　 In this buffer period of less than a month, they have to collect enough fodder to meet the supply of the entire flock, and the most frightening thing is that they have to prepare their own food reserves for the whole winter.

　　 From today, it will no longer be time for one or two people to graze, but a collective dispatch of four people.

　　 Even Aunt Liu, who often cleans up the housework at home, also drove the young sandgrouse to the henhouse, put the basket on his back, and ran to the oasis together.

　　 Oh, I forgot to mention, these two sand grouses are the eggs that the two chickens who entered Gu Zheng's belly had tried to protect.

　　 After being confirmed by Uncle He to be a fertilized egg under the light of the light bulb, they hatched it.

　　 Three births and two births, what a high incubation rate, and the little egg that died halfway was not wasted by Gu Zheng.

　　 Hairy eggs, grilled on the stove, crunchy and crispy!

　　 When Gu Zheng ate this, Samantha on the side screamed a lot.

　　 This ignorant woman does not understand the Maodan art in Hutong culture at all.

　　 If it can be sprinkled with salt and pepper chili noodles or something, it will be delicious on earth.

　　 Looking at the confined sand chicken, Gu Zheng thought so much for just that instant.

　　 "Why are you stunned, Gu Zheng, we can focus on today's task!"

　　 The head of Uncle He has a solemn expression. Yes, now, before the forage grows too dry and old, he has to manually harvest it, dry it and store it in bundles to prepare the sheep for the winter.

　　 And his task today is not light, it's time to carry out a sweep of the oasis.

　　 There is always no more food left at home!

　　Subconsciously, Uncle He looked up at the blue sky that seemed to be particularly high.

　　 When winter arrives here, the harsh weather can cause heavy snow to cover the mountains or hurricanes to sweep away at any time.

　　 At that time, I might not even be able to receive basic supplies once a week.

　　 "Hurry up! Let's go!!"

　　 The gurgling clear water reflects the sparkling waves, and the algae attached to the stone wall by the stream is carefully collected by Aunt Liu.

　　 Gu Zheng, who was bent over, couldn't lift his head, because the five big boxes placed in front of him were like bottomless pits and were still not filled.

　　Uncle He has wrapped his hands and feet firmly with his strongest canvas clothes, and one end is **** in the thorny forest on the edge of the cliff. As for Samantha, he picked all the fruits that could be collected in the outer jujube forest.

　　 Time has never been as short as it is now, even if Gu Zheng has never felt the cruelty of winter in the new province, but Uncle He’s experience can never be wrong.

　　 The expert at that time was not a brickman.

　　 Listening to the old man’s words, it’s always right!

　　 "Haha! Great! Gu Zheng! Come over and help me, see what I find!"

　　 From the side of the thorn forest, the side close to the Gobi heard Uncle He's surprise greeting.

　　Because of the denseness of this thorny forest, Gu Zheng never crosses the thunder pond when herding sheep.

　　 Is there any treasure on the opposite side?

　　 Gu Zheng, who became excited by this call from Uncle He, threw the sickle in his hand into the forage basket and ran over excitedly.

　　 "Wow! Ah! Oh! Squeak!"

　　 patronizing is excited, this is for piercing.

　　 The movements under the curious Aunt Liu and Samantha slowed down. They squirted and laughed while waiting for the two men who returned again. What a surprise it could bring them.

　　‘Shasha...’

　　 After a long time, the end of the thorn forest began to shake.

　　 It seems that these two people must have gained a lot, otherwise, how could it take such a long time?

　　 ‘Wow’

　　 Gu Zheng, covered in scars, crawled out like this, still carrying a bunch of familiar rhizomes in his hand.

"Potato!!!"

　　 Aunt Liu and Samantha’s surprise cry rang! !

　　 But this number is a bit small!

　　 The potatoes in Gu Zheng's hands are different from the potatoes that he grows. They are huge, but the potatoes in his hands are uneven and strange in shape.

　　 At first glance, he is using his own strength to grab the wild potatoes in this world.

Seeing the disappointed eyes of the two women, Gu Zhengxiang on the side was also walking out of the thorny forest, but it was the finger of Uncle He who was innocent: "Much, Uncle He can't fit it in the basket behind him. !"

　　 These women are too cruel. Just let Gu Zheng fight a potato sample with his bare hands. Otherwise, how could he hide his dark but delicate face when he crossed the line of fire.

　　 At that time, there was no saying that there was little fresh meat. After seeing the potatoes, who had the time to look after Gu Zheng's rough face.

　　 Samantha didn't even have time to throw the jujube in her hand into the basket, and the scatterer ran towards the thorn forest.

　　 Uncle He's back finally revealed its true face, a basket full of pointed potatoes, just crowded and thrown into the rattan basket.

　　 "Don't worry, we have enough to eat. The wild potatoes over there multiply all the year round and have formed a large area. There is no need to worry about the rations this winter."

　　 The smile on Uncle He’s face, the feeling of being so tired that people don’t pay for their lives, a kind of pragmatic mood, finally fell in everyone's heart.

　　 Days are spent in such a busy but full of energy...

　　 In the hay shed built on the side of the sheep pen, a bundle of bundled hay was stacked.

Stack after stack, the higher the stack, until the whole shed is filled up~www.novelmt.com~ The sandgrouse with its wings cut, finally comes to the winter day, because the small cordyceps seeds are well fed, which is rare. Their fighting chickens also showed fat like domestic chickens.

　　The baskets of potatoes were dug up by Gu Zheng and Uncle He in batches, and they became the most reliable food reserve before the winter.

　　 In the sunny area in the corner of the wall, a row of tenacious green onion sprouts are inserted in the thin land that has been reclaimed. Behind them are the last few Chinese cabbages that have not been pulled out of the ground in this autumn.

The roof of the stove at the back of the house was reinforced with a layer of planks by Gu Zheng, because the full rations inside were their most important hope for the winter.

　　 The sparsely watery but very sweet jujube has been finely ground into jujube noodles by the big rocks in the village.

　　 The kind of sweet flour that is eaten in the mouth, if you don’t say it, you don’t know at all that it is ground from the very poor-looking jujube dried on the wooden fence by the window.

　　 The windows on both sides of the three rooms are filled with burning matches made up of various dead branches, and a solitary earthen open-air cellar on the far right is stacked with a layer of coking coal.

　　 This kind of mud mixed with yellow mud can be used as a combustible material for briquettes to fill the stove after being dried in the winter sun. It can be regarded as a rare thing here.

　　 This is the result of Aunt Liu and Samantha picking up cinder on the side of the railway when they have time for more than a month.

This extremely charming woman made the train drivers who often pass by here feel full of'sympathy' for her behavior of picking up coal. In the late autumn when winter is approaching, they will'wear' every time the train passes through the three-room road. All the cinders are contributed to here.

　　 Of course, they have not forgotten their most important group of supplies, the one hundred and three sheep pen.