Traveling through ancient times to flee from famine, take the time and space gate with you

Jiayin didn't find what she was looking for, so she felt unhappy and was not in the mood to pay attention to Shuitan anymore.

She couldn't go swimming anyway, after all, it wasn't like summer now, it was almost autumn.

She pouted, kicked the stones with her little feet and walked a little way to the side. She walked to the edge of the woods, sat on a flat stone, and threw two stones at the trunk of the tree.

As the stone fell to the ground, she saw a few withered vines on the ground. She stood up again, walked over, and pulled out one at random.

I wanted to throw it out like a whip, but I didn't know what was underneath. I just heard a click, as if something was disconnected. I followed the sound and saw a long hairy stick split from the middle.

Revealing the white inner flesh.

Jiayin picked it up and looked at it. She didn't know what it was, so she turned back and shouted: "Auntie! Grandma! Brother Zhiyuan! Come over and see what this is?"

The three of them heard Jiayin's cry and ran over quickly. When they saw the things on the ground, Mrs. Yang and Mrs. Li shouted at the same time: "Oh! It's still yam!"

Li asked: "Where did this come from?"

Jiayin pointed to the ground with her little hand and said: "It was under my hand. I saw it was very long, so I pulled it out, and it turned out that it was even longer underneath. What is a yam? Can it be eaten?"

The two of them looked along the little chubby hand. There was still half a yam there, and there were a few vines wrapped around the roots of the tree. The leaves on the vines had withered and were now about the same color as the tree. No wonder they came.

I didn't notice it all the time.

"Quickly look around to see if there are any of these vines. This is for food. We can use this as a staple food in the future, so we can save some food." Old Mrs. Yang greeted and stretched out a vine.

I tried to pull it up, but I couldn't pull it out for a long time.

At first, when she saw Jiayin pulling it out so easily, she thought it would be easy to pull it out, but it didn't seem possible. She didn't have the strength of Jiayin.

I found a stick, folded it in the middle, and used the pointed tip to dig down into the soil. After a while, a thick and long yam was dug out.

Li and Fang Zhiyuan also followed suit and went digging around.

As for Jiayin, she still pulled it out, but because of her height, she could only pull out half of it and couldn't go any further.

When Mrs. Yang saw this, she walked over and pulled out the other half with all her strength.

Now the old lady figured out the trick and stopped digging. She asked Jiayin to pull out half of it, and she pulled out the other half. The two of them divided the work and cooperated, and soon they pulled out a small pile.

When they finished all the yams here, there were nearly 30 yams in the pile, all of them as thick as an arm, which added up to almost a hundred kilograms!

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law used local materials to weave a basket with vines and wooden sticks, and put all the yams in it. They carried it just in time, and the sun had already set, so the four of them hurried back.

On the way, Jiayin helped them hold some baskets from time to time, which saved the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law a lot of energy.

It still took more than two quarters of an hour to walk all the way back to the small mountain col. The sky had obviously darkened, leaving only a trace of afterglow.

The four of them walked back to the stone house without stopping, put the basket outside first, entered the house, lit a torch, and inserted it into a groove beside the door, so that there would be light inside and outside the house.

Mrs. Li took out the wooden basin and prepared to fetch water for cooking. Jiayin took it and said, "I'll go, I'm strong, I can fill that big vat in no time!"

Fang Zhiyuan hurriedly said: "I'll accompany my sister, and I'll help her light up." After that, he entered the room and took out another torch.

Fang Youwei made a lot of torches and put them in the house. They were made of straw ropes and animal skins with grease and could burn for a long time.

Seeing that they were like this, Mrs. Li didn't stop them. She took the torch from Fang Zhiyuan's hand, lit it for him and handed it to him, saying, "Be careful not to fall into the water. It's easy to catch the cold when the water is cold at night."

The stream is not deep, only reaching an adult's calf, so there is no danger of drowning.