PFC Chapter 165 Sweet Potatoes and Potatoes: Dry Rations in the Snow
Chapter 165 Sweet Potatoes and Potatoes: Dry Rations in the Snow
Suddenly, the boy pointed to a patch of land ahead and shouted, "Look!"
Everyone looked in the direction he was pointing.
Not far ahead, on a small patch of ground, lush vines covered the ground, with dense green leaves growing among them, and occasionally, purplish-red roots could be seen peeking out from among the leaves.
The land was completely covered by vines, and the melting snow water moistened the soil, with some roots faintly visible extending into the soil.
At first glance, it gives one a sense of vitality and the promise of a bountiful harvest.
The boy ran over with great joy.
Without thinking twice, I pulled out a section of the root with my bare hands, wiped off the dirt haphazardly, and took a bite.
"Yes, that's the taste."
The boy ran over with a section of red root in his hand and excitedly handed it to Wen Qilin.
"Master Wen, this is the dry ration. You can eat it raw or boiled."
Before taking it, Wen Qilin glanced at Wen Wen.
I thought to myself, my daughter has found a good spot. The land is surrounded by low grass and there are no big trees to block the sun. It is indeed a sunny spot.
"So let's all dig these up and take them back."
If you find edible dry food on a snowy day, not taking it is disrespectful to your own hard work.
So everyone pitched in, using whatever they could, whether stones or branches, as long as they could dig out the root.
Halfway through, Wencheng Sword suddenly dug out several round, yellow things, just like eggs.
"Huh, why does this look like this!"
His siblings turned to look at him and said something.
"Hey, is this round, and yellow?"
"Is this edible?"
"Yes, they should be. They grow in the same field, so there's no reason why the red ones are edible but the yellow ones aren't."
"Although they grow in the same field, one is red and the other is yellow."
"Red and yellow sounds are tiring. Let's just call them sweet potatoes and potatoes, Uncle. Do you agree?"
Wen Chengbin took the potatoes and, with a simple and decisive move, said, "Why don't you guys dig them up? I'll roast a few potatoes for you guys to try."
Wen Qilin and his two companions listened to the siblings' banter and couldn't help but lower their heads to suppress their laughter.
Goodness, these siblings actually made up this whole dialogue just to name sweet potatoes. Although the performance was obvious and a bit stiff, it's still acceptable.
Wen Qilin agreed, "Let's call them sweet potatoes and potatoes. Erlang, roast a lot, and then we'll go back after we finish eating."
After hearing this, Wenwen grabbed more sweet potatoes and potatoes to help roast them, making sure everyone got some.
We've worked so hard to hunt for everyone, and we're not even given meat? At least we should be given enough dry rations.
Gradually, the aroma of roasted sweet potatoes and potatoes wafted out.
This caused everyone's stomachs to rumble, one after another, until finally a chorus of rumbling sounds.
Smelling the aroma, everyone tried to speed up.
In the end, we harvested nearly five large baskets of sweet potatoes and potatoes.
After the work was finished, everyone could finally take a break and enjoy the fruits of victory.
More than 30 people, everyone got a share.
Since we found food, we ate our fill, so there was no set amount to eat.
Nobody has time to count how many they eat and how many others eat.
In the end, everyone was full and burping, and there were still a few left in the fire.
After eating and drinking their fill, the group carried their prey and provisions back the way they had come.
They rushed as fast as they could, and it was almost dark when they finally returned to the main group's assembly point.
Luckily, I ate and drank my fill before coming back, otherwise, I might not have been able to get back so quickly from such a long distance.
Everyone here was eagerly waiting, especially Yang, the yamen runner. He had someone guard the intersection, and as soon as they saw someone return, they would immediately notify him.
So, just as this group of people returned to the intersection near their residence, Yang, the yamen runner, came over with a bunch of people to help carry and unload their belongings.
He kept trying to sound innocent, saying, "Everyone has worked hard. Go back and rest first. When the food is ready, each family can send a representative to collect it."
Yang, the bailiff, arranged for people to quickly prepare a sumptuous meal from a large pot.
Outside, snow was falling heavily and the north wind was howling. Inside the snow house, everyone ate their fill that night.
After eating, the Wen family members, as usual, went out in batches to cultivate until they returned in the early hours of the morning.
After returning, Wenwen didn't forget to go into her space and continue working hard for another hour or two.
After a night of howling wind and snow, everyone staying in the snow hut slept soundly that night.
The next day, as dawn broke, the Wen family led a group of people out to forage for food again.
It's the same mountain as yesterday, but the route is different.
As always, the higher you climb, the more you reap; the pheasants and rabbits alone are enough to excite you.
Fortunately, we also encountered two silly roe deer that came out to look for food today.
A group of people worked together to capture the silly roe deer.
Finally, we came across a sweet potato field and a potato field.
The Wen family members all glanced at Wenwen knowingly.
The latter, "eyes looking at the nose, nose looking at the heart."
Wenwen thought to herself that all of this was the will of Heaven, and had nothing to do with her; it was all thanks to everyone.
Indeed, everyone deserves credit; some members of the team have exceptional insight.
The reason is this: when Wenwen ran forward today, she searched around but couldn't find a suitable spot. She could only look in the corners and alleys, and finally found a soft, sandy patch behind a rock.
She had just finished moving a sweet potato and potato patch out, and before she could even turn around and leave, several soldiers in the distance pointed at this corner and started shouting.
"Hey, look, aren't those green leaves over there sweet potato and potato fields?"
"Oh, really? Could it be that these two things grow together?"
"Perhaps, they accompany growth and are indispensable!"
Both are essential for growth!
This novel idea almost caused Wenwen to trip and fall.
Using the shadows of the trees, she stealthily returned to the group, and then they dug up sweet potatoes and potatoes together.
Halfway through, someone took on the responsibility of roasting sweet potatoes and potatoes.
Wen Qilin also allowed everyone to kill a few pheasants and stew a pot of soup.
After truly eating and drinking to their hearts' content, everyone carried their spoils down the mountain.
As the sun set, the foraging team returned to the public once again, laden with their catch.
The same communal cooking.
The same hot broth.
I slept soundly all night.
The Wen family members continue to study and cultivate themselves as always.
Another day has passed like this.
The third day was the same as always!
For some people, a snowy day means not having to go out, just sitting and waiting for food to come in – such days couldn't be better!
For a group going out to forage, going out to hunt in the wind and snow doesn't seem too difficult, provided they go out with the Wen family.
For the Wen family, having a few days to focus on cultivation seems quite good.
The only one dissatisfied with this was Lord Zhu.
Lord Zhu counted the days carefully and realized that four or five days had been wasted on this snow mountain alone. He was afraid that if this continued, it would delay the entire progress.
Therefore, Lord Zhu has been unable to eat or sleep these past few days.
And so, with anxious feelings, another two days passed.
The blizzard finally stopped early the next morning.