I Wore It Back After 60 Years

Chapter 75
Mrs. Li is a particularly eccentric old lady, so when some great grandchildren and granddaughters come to pay New Year's greetings in the snow, she gives them balls and fried fruits, but does not mention the leek box that she is going to make.

Of course, only the stuffing was prepared at that time.

Five leek boxes were baked, one for each person, and some chopped naan was added to the rest of the stuffing to make dumplings.

The custom of Dalizi Village is to eat meat dumplings on New Year's Eve, vegetarian dumplings on the first day of the new year, and avoid meat dishes.

Mrs. Li's craftsmanship is good, and when she is willing to put oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, even a plate of vinegared cabbage is delicious, which finally comforts Li Xingxing's extremely lonely heart.

On the third day of the new year, the snow stopped.

Li Dazhu organized everyone to transport snow and store water for spring ploughing.

There is a reservoir at the foot of Wutong Mountain. Last year, there was a severe drought in spring, summer, and autumn, and the reservoir dried up. However, two heavy snowfalls in winter caused a lot of water to accumulate.

However, everyone still does not dare to hold an optimistic attitude.

They look at the sky and eat, and when the weather is good, everyone is happy, but when the wind is not good, everyone has to use their brains, take precautions in advance, and try to improve the living environment.

Li Xingxing showed admiration to Li Dazhu, who directed everyone to shovel snow.

If she remembers correctly, the book the old man once read recorded: In the next eight months, the whole of China will continue to suffer from floods in the south and drought in the north, and frost in the northwest. , north to the three eastern provinces, south to Fujian and Guangdong, west to Henan and Anhui, typhoons and rains continue one after another, and the affected areas are countless, which can be called no harvest.

The catastrophe, the grain of nothing, really cannot be described in a few words.

Therefore, the more than 100 million tons of grain donated according to the order of the old man is just a drop in the bucket.

Everyone poured the snow shoveled from the roof and the ground into the openings near the farmland, and the openings were scattered, one in the east and one in the west, not dense, Li Xingxing couldn't help but wonder: "Mother, why did you pour the snow into the holes? instead of the reservoir?"

Li Xiuhong was also among the working people. She wiped the sweat from her forehead, "Silly boy, that's a cellar!"

"Cellar? A cellar where radishes, cabbage and leeks are stored?"

Cuihua, who was shoveling snow with Li Xiuhong, laughed loudly: "It's a city person, I don't know the hard work of our farmers! The cellar is a cellar for water storage. Our Dalizi Village is a mountainous area, and it is mostly under the root of the mountain. The soil is poor and we cultivate it. Water is especially needed at times, but it is not very convenient to transport water for irrigation. When your grandfather was young, he organized everyone to dig cellars to store water. After your uncle became the village chief and team leader, he organized us to dig ditches. Diversion water is stored in the cellar, and the cellar water is used for watering during droughts. For decades, with the water stored in winter and various rainy seasons, our Dalizi Village has endured several severe droughts.”

It didn't rain for more than half a year last year, especially during the spring plowing. There was not a drop of rain. The reason for the bumper harvest of corn and sweet potatoes was that they used the water stored in the cellar.

Without water, sweet potato seedlings and corn will not grow and germinate, let alone produce sweet potatoes and corn.

Li Xingxing was even more strange: "Why didn't the first snow store water?"

"Who said there was no water storage? You and your mother were not at home at the time, but we were busy for two days!" After Cuihua finished speaking, she spit in her palm, clenched her shovel tightly, and shoveled the snow onto the flatbed piece by piece.

Concerning the harvest of the next year, even lazy people are driven to work by their families with whips.

The shovel is not enough, the wooden shovel still comes in handy, the ox pulls the cart, the people push the cart, one by one is busy.

(End of this chapter)