"Sister Linlang, Sister Linlang......"

Linlang's good baby slept in a daze, and when he heard the voice of the little fat man, he habitually slapped it with some annoyance.

But I came back to my senses after the shooting.

Isn't she already living in the mountains with her little brother?

How can you still hear the voice of the little fat man.

Linlang opened her eyes, and sure enough, she saw that the little fat man was lying on the edge of her little hammock, and she was stunned.

"Sister Linlang, you're awake! Inherit the younger brother's ......"?

"I'm here!"

Nan Chengyu, who was picking oranges from a tree next to him, jumped down from the tree, looked at Feng Ming'an's anxious face, and threw an orange and handed it to him first.

"What happened? Take your time. ”

"Promise to my brother, the mountain is cutting down trees, I ......"

Feng Ming'an sat on the ground in frustration, angrily began to peel oranges, stuffed them into his mouth, and couldn't hold back for a while, he cried directly, tears flowed all over his face.

"The piece we dug up wild vegetables is bald, burp, and still chopping ......"

He said it intermittently, but Nan Chengyu understood.

He hugged the confused Linlang baby out of the hammock, thinking of the surface landforms of the two mountains he had seen in his previous life, and his heart sank slightly.

"Ming'an, you came by yourself?"

Feng Ming'an's legs and feet are inconvenient, if he is allowed to walk by himself, he will come from the village, and he will not be able to get here for half a day.

Sure enough, Feng Ming'an shook his head.

"The men in the village who are now over eighteen and under fifty have all been summoned to the next door to make iron.

The rest of the people were working with the women of the village to harvest corn and plant sweet potatoes.

In the middle of the night last year, all the children in the village were sent to the top of this mountain by ox carts to pick fruits.

When we reached the top of the mountain, it was still dark.

The adults who brought us were in a hurry to go back to the fields, and they would not come back to pull things until the people on the other side of the tree cut down came home from work in the evening.

That's what I came with them.

The third brother Huzi stone is all there.

It's just that the third brother has to manage the group of children, and Brother Huzi and Brother Shi are flexible and can do a lot of work, but they can't get by.

I've come to you myself! ”

Feng Ming'an's little pot friend wiped his face, and his voice was choked.

"Promise to my brother, why do you say it!

Why don't you let us grow sweet potatoes?

Why don't you let us plant our own land?

Why are you cutting down our mountain ...... now?"

Feng Mingan covered his face and broke down crying.

Nan Chengyu hugged Linlang and was silent and did not speak.

The wheat production in the village was already declining, and there were not many laborers who could work, and the public grain was almost emptied.

Don't let sweet potatoes grow now......

Nan Chengyu lowered his eyes, he should want to plant corn!

The villagers will no longer let him listen to his blind command, thinking that they should want to do something in the autumn corn, and then make something like 'corn stalks wear for nine days, and the cobs are thousands of catties all over the body'.

And if this is the case, no matter how much corn is planted, there will be no half grain left in the village.

According to this situation, the remaining grain will be barely said to be until the end of the year, let alone until May next year.

Is there really hope for next May?

Nan Chengyu doesn't think so.

Was it a drought or a flood......

Feng Ming'an took a breath, his teeth creaked, and his voice seemed to be squeezed out: "This is to starve us to death......