See you in the world

Chapter 8 It's Spring Again
The mountains are blocked by heavy snow, and there is no way in the world.

If he hadn't been born in this world to see it with his own eyes, Yun Jing couldn't have imagined that winter would be so difficult.

Not being able to go out, but staying in this small world at home, is more uncomfortable than being in prison. The days seem to be infinitely long, and there will never be an end in sight.

It is snowing all over the house and the wind is howling, only at home can you feel the warmth.

Because people froze to death in the village, grandpa and father went to help. No matter what, the dead are the most serious, and they always have to be buried in the ground, but Yunjing couldn't imagine how to kill the dead in the snow that was one or two feet thick outside. burial.

Although I haven't seen it before, I can figure out one or two of the hardships.

Here I have to say the saying that distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors. They are all poor people, and no one knows what their future fate will be. If I help you today, maybe I will need your help tomorrow.

No matter how difficult the environment is, if you help others, you are actually helping yourself.

If you stand on the sidelines, others will ignore you in the future. This is not about right or wrong, it is just a simple way of life.

After all, there are only a small number of people with that kind of cold nature.

Only Yunjing and Mica are left at home.

There is a firepit in the middle of the main room, which is usually covered by wooden boards, and the wooden boards are only opened in winter. As for the charcoal basin, there is no such luxury as it is too expensive to buy or burn charcoal.

Firewood is burning in the firepit. Even though the smoke is lingering, the swaying flames can dispel the severe winter cold and bring warmth to this home.

Jiang Susu sits on the edge of the firepit with the soles of his shoes on, always paying attention to the toddler Yunjing next to him. Once he gets close to the firepit for half a meter, he will be pulled away to prevent him from falling into the firepit.

Yun Jing would not be so stupid to take risks, Yun Mu never found a chance to teach him the dangers of the fire pit...

High-end goods like padded jackets and leather clothes are not something poor people can expect. Yunjing wears several layers of coarse cloth clothes, which are stitched by mica for him. It doesn't keep warm at all. If he goes out, the cold wind can directly penetrate The clothes blow on the skin like knives.

cluck cluck... quack quack...

There was a flutter of chickens and ducks in the house, there was no way, it was too boring, the toddler Yun Jing could only chase chickens and ducks to amuse himself, but he never had a chance to touch chickens and ducks, the sadness of the little short legs was evident.

It's too cold outside, chickens and ducks will never survive a night outside, they can only be fed in the house, it's a bit difficult to clean, but Mica always keeps the house clean.

Yunjing was tired because he couldn't catch the chickens and ducks, so he staggered towards the mica, and Jiang Susu put down his work after a few meters away and stretched out his hands to wait for the child to throw himself into his arms.

There are thousands of good things in the world, but the embrace of parents can always make people forget everything.

It would be great if we could hug each other for a long time.

Seeing that the cloud scene has subsided, the chicken and duck strode arrogantly to the firepit and squatted down to keep warm, looking at the cloud scene with their necks up, as if they were saying that Xiao Mian wants to catch me and wait for another two years.

Yun Jing, who fell into his mother's arms, found that Jiang Susu looked at the chicken and duck with something wrong, as if looking at a plate of Chinese food, and the chicken and duck with their necks raised instinctively shrunk back to their heads.

After thinking about Yunjing a little bit, I can understand why the mother has such eyes. In winter, chickens and ducks do not lay eggs, and the mother is still breastfeeding and needs nutrition. In this way, there is obviously no need to keep chickens and ducks to waste food.

The chaff that feeds chickens and ducks is also grain...

"mother"

Nestling in his mother's arms, Yunjing called softly.

The sound of mother came from the heart, and there is no place in the world that is warmer than a mother's embrace.

In fact, he has been able to speak for a long time and can communicate normally with people, but he has not shown it. He has always tried to behave as close to his age as possible, and now he only speaks some simple words.

To be honest, it is very hard to hold back the words, but his performance has far surpassed his peers, and it will be over if he stands out a little more, just try to 'let it happen'.

"Is Xiaojing hungry?" Looking down at Yunjing with a smile, Jiang Susu subconsciously opened his clothes while talking.

Yunjing: "..."

Not to mention, I'm really hungry after eating chickens and ducks for a while, so let's 'have dinner', after all, I am growing my body.

Mica has plenty of milk, and Yunjing has been breastfeeding until now.

Strictly speaking, a child can eat some auxiliary liquid food from three to four months old, but he has never eaten it. He is afraid of getting sick if he eats unclean food, which will be fatal, so he has never been like other children of the same age So ignorant to grab the food in the parents' bowl.

Maybe it's because she has enough milk or even some leftovers, and Mica has never fed Yunjing food supplements, so she doesn't have that kind of thought at the moment.

"Before I knew it, my Xiaojing had eight teeth. They all said that it hurts when breastfeeding a baby. My Xiaojing has never bit me. I'm so good. It's worthwhile for my mother to go to hell to give birth to you. , at such a young age, I know that I feel sorry for my mother..."

Looking at Yunjing who was gulping down milk, Jiang Susu murmured with a maternal smile.

Breastfeeding is quite ashamed to Yunjing, he can only bury his head and pretend he didn't hear what his mother said.

There is no way, he can only do this for the sake of healthy growth.

Strictly speaking, Yunjing's coming to this world is different from time travel and rebirth. It should be said that he was reincarnated with memories, so there is nothing embarrassing about eating his mother's milk.

"When the spring is warm in the coming year, I will be more than one year old. What can a one-year-old child do? How can I improve my family life?"

After eating and drinking enough, he started to feel drowsy again, children are not good at this, lethargy, Yunjing fell asleep in his mother's arms with such thoughts...

When winter comes, it comes silently, and when it goes, people don't notice it.

Unknowingly, the snow in the vast sky and earth gradually thinned out, and finally disappeared bit by bit.

At this time, people gradually realized that the difficult winter was finally over.

Although the cold winter passed, it left a lot of pain.

In Xiaoxi Village alone, a small village of [-] to [-] families, in the previous winter, the houses of five families were crushed by snow, and two adults and three children died of freezing and starvation!
This is the extremely realistic and cruel life of the poor.

How sad, the so-called precariousness is nothing more than that.

In comparison, those guys in Yunjing's previous life who didn't worry about food and clothing, complained all day and made troubles everywhere should be pulled out and shot for a year, because they were too full to support themselves.

To be reasonable, Yun Jing believed that if he came to this world through time travel and rebirth instead of being reincarnated as a baby and was carefully cared for by his parents, he reckoned that he would not survive a month in this world!

Even if you travel to the home of the rich and powerful, the mere lack of language will cut off the hope of survival.

As for the kind of open life that integrates other people's memories, it's another matter...

He never complained that he was born into this poor family. On the contrary, he was very grateful. After all, the kind of flesh and blood relationship that was built up little by little could not be exchanged for anything.

There seems to be no Chinese New Year in this world, but there is an important day between winter and spring.

Worship ancestors.

To pay homage to the ancestors is to remember the hard times of the past, and to pray for the ancestors to bless the coming year with good weather and grain.

There is no hustle and bustle of firecrackers and fireworks, only the curling green smoke after burning joss sticks and paper money, which is amazing, that is, burning two bamboos and listening to the not very loud crackling sound.

An old duck in the family did not escape Mica's murderous hands in the end, and became a dish on the table to pay homage to the ancestors.

But in the end, that duck got into the belly of Yunjing's family. It's a pity that the duck finally saw meat. It was eaten to the point where there were almost no bones left. Not to mention the meat was eaten, and the remaining bones were boiled. soup...

The sound of firecrackers bid farewell to the old year, and the spring breeze welcomes the new year.

People, as long as you live, no matter how hard or tired you are, life will always continue.

In the new year, Yunjing is one year old, he can stumble and run around the house, he used to babble, under his deliberate concealment, now he can occasionally exchange a few words with his family, even though their words are not appropriate to him at all That's it.

Just like that, grandpa Yunlin stroked his beard and praised Yunjing as the smartest child he had seen in decades.

My own baby lump is definitely the best, there is no doubt about it!
The spring breeze brings warmth, and the busy farming resumes.

However, Yunjing was beginning to think about how to improve the living conditions of his family as a one-year-old himself?

This is undoubtedly a major challenge...

(End of this chapter)