Super Little Farmer

The little girl obediently leaned on my back. I got up, took two steps forward, then stopped, went back to the car, and rummaged around in the front of the car. Sure enough, I found a bag of clothes. It was obvious that this bag of adult clothes contained a small bag. I almost didn't think about it at all. I immediately grabbed the small bag and opened it to see that it was indeed a little girl's clothes. He placed the small bag of clothes in front of his chest and extinguished the torch. Then, he turned around and continued walking forward. After walking for an unknown amount of time, I finally returned to my home that I had left for over three months.    

    

His home was still the same, but exceptionally lonely. I set the little girl down on the front lawn and pushed the door open. I found the match, as I was familiar with it, lit the kerosene lamp, and hung it in the middle of the room. The little girl had come to my side at some point and was close to me. Leading the little girl who was about ten years younger than me, I went to the kitchen. The firewood inside was ready. I only needed to touch it a little to set it on fire. He then took out a water pipe from a stone box beside the stove. Clear mountain spring water was still flowing slowly from the pipe.    

    

I don't know where the source of the spring is, but I do know that there is a small pool in the cave, a kilometer away from my home. It was formed by the accumulation of spring water over a long period of time. When my parents were still alive, my brother and I stuck one end of the pipe into the small pond and pulled the pipe home according to the condition of the mountain. His father specially made a stone and placed it inside the stove. Below the stone and stone was a small flat area made of bluestone, which was used as a sewer. Usually, this water pipe was placed in a stone mortar, and whenever necessary, it would be directly pulled to the right place. It did not need to be filled to the brim with water, and it would flow through the small bluestone flat into the sewers, and then flow to the vegetable patch on the left of the front of the house, where it could be used for gardening.    

    

I washed the pot with clear spring water and filled it with water, heating it while it was still hot. When the water was hot, he adjusted the temperature of the water and brought the kerosene lamp and water to Guo Qing's room. He also brought a wooden tub and a wooden ladle, indicating that the little girl should go take a bath first.    

    

The little girl obviously understood what I meant and nodded. I shut the door and went out myself and went on pouring more water into the pot and adding more wood to the fire, and then, with a torch in my hand, I took a hairscythe out of the door and into the vegetable patch on the left side of the front plain.    

    

Although they were never at home, some of the dishes they grew before they left were now growing very well. Pumpkin, winter melon, balsam pear, are full of fruit. I didn't care though. I went straight to the furthest piece of land. The seedling here was also very lush. I stuck the torch into the ground and cut off four stalks with my scythe. I also cut off the weeds at the roots of the stalks. After everything was settled, I selected the root of a seedling and lightly stabbed the hair sickle into the mud. Feeling the hardness underneath, I was immediately overjoyed and relieved. Quickly, I grabbed the hair sickle with both hands and gently peeled it. As I continued to dig deeper, the big guy showed up completely. I twisted the big guy in my hands and gently pinched it. I estimated that this sweet potato would be no less than a kilogram and a half, which made me even happier. Taking advantage of the firelight, I continued to sweep through the other three seedlings, all of which had a good harvest. Ye Zichen carried the five yams, which weighed more than ten pounds, back home happily.