After dressing up as a stepmother, I transformed the whole family into working in the fields

Liujia Village is built in a small river valley, with a flat middle and gentle slopes on all sides. The slopes are filled with fields cleared by the villagers.

There is a small river running east-west through the village, surrounded by mountains and dense forests, forming a natural barrier.

It is not easy for outsiders to get in, and it is also difficult for people inside to get out.

The land of Liu Ji's family can only be seen along the upper reaches of the river and over a hillside.

Qin Yao walked upstream along the river bank, reached a valley mouth, turned around, and entered the mountain.

After many years of surviving in the apocalypse, searching for food has become Qin Yao's instinct. The large forest in front of her is a natural granary in her eyes.

In autumn, wild beasts are at their fattest in order to fatten up for the winter, and in this mountain, she doesn't have to worry about mutant animals and plants that suddenly attack people, nor does she have to worry about zombies suddenly rushing out.

However, Qin Yao overestimated her current body. She had just walked into the mountain for about ten minutes when her legs began to lose control. She trembled every step of the way, as if she could not support her body and fell down at any time.

Qin Yao was shocked and quickly found a big tree to lean against. She put down one of the two heavy clay pots in her hand and picked up the other to drink.

Her stomach was so acidic that her brain could hardly think. Looking at the withered yellow leaves on the branches, she wanted to eat them.

Qin Yao was frightened by her own thoughts. If she continued like this, she would be so hungry that she lost her mind and had to find something to eat quickly.

Realizing this, Qin Yao poured all the water from the two small clay pots into her stomach in one breath. Although she still couldn't withstand the raging burning, she also regained some strength.

There was a rustling sound in her ears. The dim vision could not stop Qin Yao. She immediately grabbed the hoe standing by the tree and followed.

However, the other person ran much faster than her.

When the sky lit up, Qin Yao could only watch a fat pheasant fly away from her feet, leaving behind a colorful feather, which seemed to be a mockery of her.

Qin Yao once again scolded Liu Ji bloody in her heart.

If it weren't for this bastard husband who emptied the house and left not a single grain of rice, why would she be so hungry now that she couldn't even catch a pheasant?

Then I thought about it, if it was so difficult for her as an adult, wouldn't it be even more difficult for the four children at home?

In front of Qin Yao's eyes, the slender necks of the dragon and phoenix twins appeared in the morning mist, as well as the expectant eyes of Siniang.

In an instant, strength burst out from her body again. She threw away the chicken feather and continued to chase forward.

The road is boundless and the pheasant did not catch her, but she found a large bush of taro.

The villagers here don't know how to deal with it. They will itch all over when they encounter taro mucus and think it is poisonous. Unless they are extremely hungry in a famine year, no one will dig it up and eat it, which is an advantage for Qin Yao.

The clump of boat-shaped taro leaves grew wide and dense. Qin Yao picked up a hoe and threw it a few times, and out came several taros the size of a child's fist. They were a multi-seed taro variety with a better taste.

She felt happy and continued digging. She dug out a lot of taro and gathered it together with a hoe. It weighed almost twenty kilograms.

Not caring about what was left unexcavated, Qin Yao collected firewood and dug holes to burn taro to eat.

There is no flint, just drill wood to make fire.

Qin Yao's suggestion is that ordinary people should not easily try to drill wood to make fire, because people without skills will only smash their palms.

But in an apocalyptic world where lighters and matches have become scarce resources, drilling wood to make fire is an essential skill for base survivors.

The palms of the original body were full of thick calluses. Qin Yao stretched the linen sleeves and wrapped them for protection. She put pine hair in the grooved wood as a igniter and quickly turned the pointed wooden stick in the palm of her hand.

Soon, under the huge friction, the pine hair began to smoke.

Qin Yao took advantage of the opportunity and blew a breath, and the pine hair was ignited with a breath.

Put the fire on the pile of firewood that was set up in advance, and the fire started.

This is the outskirts of the forest. There are many weeds and the trees are not high. For fear of causing a fire, Qin Yao dug a circular fire ditch with a hoe and watched carefully.

The taro was roasted next to the fire, and soon a special aroma of food wafted out.

Qin Yao swallowed her saliva and relied on her strong willpower to endure until all the taro was cooked. She couldn't wait to pick it up and eat it.

The skin was torn open, and the aroma became stronger. He didn't care about burning his mouth, and took a bite. The soft texture was soft and slightly sweet, and Qin Yao was so hot that she shed tears.

After eating five or six in one go, Qin Yao slowed down after her burning stomach eased a lot.

Twelve taros were burned, and Qin Yao ate eight by herself, but did not dare to eat the remaining four. She had been hungry for a long time and suddenly ate too much, and her stomach could not bear it.

The four roasted ones were put aside first, and the earth was dug to put out the fire. Qin Yao picked up the hoe and continued digging taro.

After filling his stomach, he regained 70% to 80% of his original strength. He swung the hoe down and the whole hoe sank deeply into the soil. With another pry, a large piece of taro root and leaves were easily dug out.

If anyone else were here, they would be surprised.

The strength of a weak woman is not inferior to that of a strong adult man.

Qin Yao had dug out all the taro bushes, and the taros were piled into a small hill, weighing fifty or sixty kilograms by visual inspection.

As the sun rose, there were many poisonous insects, mosquitoes and flies in the mountains. Unprepared, Qin Yao did not dare to stay any longer.

I found a few tree vines nearby, and simply made a temporary net bag to pack all the dozens of kilograms of taro. I used a hoe as a load, picked up a bag on one side, and tied the pottery pot to the net bag with vines, and walked down the mountain to my home.

On the way back to the village, I met villagers working in the fields and saw her picking up taros. The villagers' eyes were filled with sympathy and their hearts were filled with tears.

This new Yao Niang is really pitiful. A good girl actually married that bastard Liu Laosan and was so hungry that she ate this poison.

Too miserable!

Qin Yao couldn't care less about the expressions of sympathy or contempt. She just wanted to go home quickly and see how her four stepsons were doing.

Although no one cares about them and they have survived until now, Qin Yao is still worried.

Even in the last days, she had never seen a child so thin. The base had a welfare policy. Although children under six years old did not have enough to eat, they did not have to worry about starving to death.

Qin Yao took the time to touch the four still warm taros in her arms, speed up, and rush towards Liu's house according to the route in her memory.

Unexpectedly, before reaching the door of the dilapidated thatched house, angry curses and the panicked cries of children could be heard from a distance.

Qin Yao looked stern and looked up. Many people gathered around her door. She vaguely saw the bastard who had disappeared for many days and was being chased by several villagers holding hoes and sticks.

Eight-year-old Liu Dalang and six-year-old Liu Erlang wanted to protect their bastard father. The two children rushed in front of Liu Ji, trying to stop these fierce villagers.

No matter how bad the father is, he is the father after all. The love of his children is pure, and their actions are understandable.

But that father's behavior is really puzzling.

Not only did he not stop the two children, he was not worried about whether they would be injured. Instead, he jumped up and hid behind his son with great skill, asking them to help stop the villagers and waving flags for them:

Dalang, Erlang, come on daddy!

But this was like hitting a stone with an egg. The two thin boys were pushed away and fell to the ground so hard that they twitched in pain.

The twins stood at the door of their house and cried loudly, crying and shouting: Don't hit my brother, don't hit my brother, don't hit my brother!