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荒年入深山，盼岁岁平安
Potatoes Save Potatoes
Three dying people, a deserted mountain, trying to survive in troubled times from scratch. She didn't have a warehouse full of supplies, only a piece of black soil and a spiritual spring. He has no golden fingers and only has a hatchet and strength. Taking their six-year-old sister, who was frightened by hunger, the three of them walked into the deserted mountains. The first year: The grass shed leaked, I ate bark and dug wild vegetables, and I grew the first handful of grain in a palm-sized field. The second year: The cellar is full, the first winter is not hungry, the firewood pile is taller than a person. In the third year: the thatched hut becomes an earth house, the chickens and rabbits are full of chickens and rabbits, and the terraced fields are layered. There is no power play, no slap in the face. There are only chopping firewood, planting land, raising chickens to store grain, and the deep love written by actions of a dull man - he can't say love, but he will leave the last grain to you and your children when the mountains are blocked by heavy snow. Countless people are displaced in troubled times, but their small courtyards are the only ones with constant smoke and peace every year.
Three dying people, a deserted mountain, trying to survive in troubled times from scratch. She didn't have a warehouse full of supplies, only a piece of black soil and a spiritual spring. He has no golden fingers and only has a hatchet and strength. Taking their six-year-old sister, who was frightened by hunger, the three of them walked into the deserted mountains. The first year: The grass shed leaked, I ate bark and dug wild vegetables, and I grew the first handful of grain in a palm-sized field. The second year: The cellar is full, the first winter is not hungry, the firewood pile is taller than a person. In the third year: the thatched hut becomes an earth house, the chickens and rabbits are full of chickens and rabbits, and the terraced fields are layered. There is no power play, no slap in the face. There are only chopping firewood, planting land, raising chickens to store grain, and the deep love written by actions of a dull man - he can't say love, but he will leave the last grain to you and your children when the mountains are blocked by heavy snow. Countless people are displaced in troubled times, but their small courtyards are the only ones with constant smoke and peace every year.