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During the autumn harvest, the atmosphere in the village had been gloomy.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

This year’s yield per mu had been far too low. Even in previous years with reduced harvests, production had never fallen below 800 jin per mu. But this year, after the figures were calculated, not a single household in the village had reached 400 jin per mu. The best harvests had only been a little over 300 jin, while the poorer ones had barely exceeded 200 jin.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

In the evenings, the villagers gathered the grain they had laid out to dry in their courtyards. Before carrying it indoors, they would first bring out their wooden winnowing machines to separate the chaff. The empty husks blown out by the wind piled into little mounds on the ground, a heartbreaking sight.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

Jing Lin and the others worked together especially efficiently when harvesting the rice. While four experienced farmers from another household could harvest one mu, the four of them could finish one and a half mu. By the end, Yan Lu was the only one left threshing, while Zhao Chenghuai stayed home winnowing the grain.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

Even though they worked quickly, they still had to hire help. During every rice harvest, there were always stretches of cloudy, rainy weather. If the harvest wasn’t completed in time, the rice could lodge and begin sprouting in the fields. Even grain that had been brought home promptly could still become moldy or sprout if there wasn’t enough sunshine to dry it. The sooner it was harvested, the better. Zhao Zhiwen’s family owned a great deal of farmland, and together with Jing Lin’s fields they had more than ten mu. Even with their speed, the workload remained enormous. So only a few days into the harvest, Zhao Cheng announced that anyone in the village who had finished harvesting their own fields could come help harvest theirs. The pay was eighty jin of unhusked rice per mu, with workers bringing their own tools and meals.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

Because grain production had dropped so drastically, everyone had begun to feel a genuine sense of crisis. Even though they still had old grain in storage and the new harvest would probably last until the same time next year, no one knew whether next year’s harvest would decline even further. Eighty jin of rice per mu couldn’t compare to the old labor wages, but under the current circumstances, it was by no means a small amount. As a result, anyone in the village with even a little free time hurried to sign up.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

Besides the Zhao family, the household with the second-largest amount of farmland belonged to Liao Shufen. Yan Fei’s family’s fields were still under her management, giving her more than ten mu as well.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

Liao Shufen’s family harvested much more slowly than the Zhaos. There were four people in the family, but her youngest son, Wu Jianxiong, was lazy and spoiled. As soon as he heard he’d have to work in the fields that year, he pretended to be sick, complaining alternately of stomachaches and headaches. Liao Shufen doted on him and believed whatever he said, letting the grown young man stay comfortably at home while she, her husband, and her eldest daughter worked in the fields. <\/span><\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t

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These were all jobs Wu Meili had frequently done before getting married. Back then, the summer and autumn harvests had been what she dreaded most. Ever since marrying Wang Jiaqiang, she had never touched such work again. By then, everyone harvested with machines, her mother-in-law transported the grain home, and even when winnowing, she had only lazily turned the windmill while her mother-in-law handled all the heavy labor. After several years of living comfortably, just thinking about the family’s more than ten mu of rice made her legs go weak. Living back with her parents, however, she didn’t dare voice her complaints, so she could only look for excuses to slack off. She would bend over with her sickle for only a short while before claiming she needed water or the toilet, and Liao Shufen’s scolding could often be heard echoing across the nearby fields.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

By the time they returned home at noon, Wu Meili was so exhausted she could barely stand upright. Even then, she still had to cook for the whole family. When she asked Wu Jianxiong, who had been lying in bed all morning, to help tend the fire, Liao Shufen immediately snapped, “Just throw a few pieces of firewood in there yourself. Didn’t you see he’s sick?”\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

Wu Meili became so angry that tears welled up in her eyes. She had always known her parents favored sons over daughters, but no one else in the village treated their daughters as badly as they did.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

Later, after hearing that the Zhao family had hired helpers, Wu Meili suggested that they do the same. Liao Shufen was somewhat tempted. She and her husband were getting old, and their bodies were no longer what they used to be. After only two days of work, their backs and waists ached so badly at night they couldn’t sleep. But when she heard the Zhao family was paying eighty jin of rice per mu, she immediately became reluctant.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

“That’s too much. I heard there’s nowhere to buy grain outside now. I might consider sixty jin per mu.”\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

“You still have to think about it?” Wu Meili said anxiously. “Everyone else’s fields will be finished, and ours will be the only ones left. When are the three of us supposed to finish harvesting? What if it rains again? Are we just going to leave the rice in the fields?”\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

Liao Shufen scolded, “Sixty jin per mu! We still have several mu left. Are you going to provide all that grain?”\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

Wu Meili desperately wanted to say, “Then I’ll pay for it.” But despite bringing so much grain back from the Wang family, she still had little standing in her parents’ home. Once her own grain was gone, she’d have even less right to speak. In the end, she forced herself to remain silent.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

Finally, Wu Daxing made the decision. “Let’s hire people. If we lose more than we gain, it’ll be too late for regrets.”\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

Since Wu Daxing had spoken, Liao Shufen could only agree reluctantly.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

The villagers hurried day after day and finally managed to finish harvesting all the crops in the fields.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

After paying the hired workers, the Zhao family ended up harvesting more than 3,000 jin of unhusked rice from their ten-plus mu of paddies. Both the front and back concrete yards were covered with drying grain, and even the rooftop of the house had been loaded with rice spread out beneath the color steel roof. It couldn’t receive direct sunlight there, but it was protected from the rain. As long as it was turned over frequently, the moisture would still dry out. <\/span><\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t

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That evening, kerosene lamps illuminated the courtyard as the Zhao family winnowed grain in the darkness, with the Yan family helping as well. Grain was poured into the funnel while the windmill’s handle creaked as it turned. Before the harvested grain was stored away, every batch had to be screened like this after drying.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

Yan Fei had a towel draped around his neck to wipe away sweat. Sitting beside Jing Lin to rest, he sighed, “Only now did I truly understand what it means that every single grain comes from hard labor.”<\/span><\/p>

Before heading to the fields each morning, they had to carry out the grain collected the previous evening and spread it out to dry. Sometimes, while they were still busy working, the weather would suddenly change, forcing them to run home immediately to bring the grain back inside. Every day, the blazing sun felt like standing inside a furnace. During winnowing, the fine rice dust clung to their bodies, making them hot, itchy, and miserable. They had spent every day in constant tension and hard work. Their hands were covered in blisters from cutting rice, and their legs bore cuts accidentally made by sickles.<\/span><\/p>

Even Yan Lu, who always worked as hard as any man, found her hands aching terribly.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

Fortunately, most of the work had finally been completed. Only the rice straw still needed to be hauled back from the fields, along with the corn stalks. Once those tasks were finished, they would finally have some free time.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

Yan Lu poured the last of the grain into the windmill’s hopper while Zhao Zhiwen turned the handle. Walking over, she sighed, “At this time last year, I was happily at school. On scorching days like these, I could eat ice cream, enjoy the air conditioning\u2014how blissful! I could even go out for barbecue with my\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

At the mention of meat, Jing Lin and the others all swallowed instinctively. The best meal they’d had that month had been the giant crab, with two large bowls of rich crab roe and tender meat from its claws and legs. Because the farm work had been so demanding recently, Jing Lin and the others had even squeezed in time to cast nets in the fish pond several more times, only to come up empty every time. Their meals had contained meat every day lately, but it had all come from cans or vacuum-sealed packages. Even after eating plenty, they still felt as though there wasn’t enough nourishment. Their family’s meals were already considered good, since they still had fresh vegetables to eat. Other villagers weren’t so fortunate. The newly planted vegetables\u2014even the bokchoy, which had the shortest growing cycle\u2014hadn’t even sprouted. It seemed the growing season itself had slowed, leaving the vegetable plots completely barren. Everyone had been working themselves to exhaustion while eating poorly, leaving them looking pale and unhealthy. Ma Renshan’s granddaughter and his elder brother’s two grandsons had cried constantly for the past two days because of constipation, and even medicine hadn’t helped, leaving the adults frantic with worry.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

Jing Lin couldn’t let anyone know his family still had fresh vegetables. Every day, he carried them to Zhao Zhiwen’s house in a basket covered with cloth. If word got out, the gossip would spread through the village, and there was no guarantee everyone would have good intentions. If anything happened, he’d be the one to suffer.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

They were all just little children. Thinking of Le Le, Jing Lin pitied them. Since he couldn’t give away vegetables, he quietly delivered a bottle of jam to each child, making sure Sun Lili received one as well. Ma Chunzheng understood the situation. Jing Lin had specifically instructed both families not to tell anyone about the jam. Ma Chunzheng had been there when Jing Lin bought all that fruit. At the time, he had been careless, believing that as long as the children had enough to eat, everything would be fine, and he’d even secretly laughed at Jing Lin for not knowing how to manage a household. Looking back now, he felt deeply ashamed. <\/span><\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t

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The children’s condition improved somewhat after eating the jam. Although they still felt uncomfortable, they no longer cried constantly. But one bottle of jam didn’t last long, so the real problem still had to be solved at its source.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

After all the grain had been loaded into baskets and carried indoors, Yan Fei’s family prepared to leave. Just then, Ma Renshan hurried over carrying a lantern, followed by Ma Chunzheng, Ma Chunkang, and a young married couple from the village. The husband’s name was Tang Hao, and the wife’s was Tang Yunyan. They were one of the rare couples in the area who shared the same surname.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

“Yan Fei, don’t leave just yet,” Ma Renshan called. “Something happened. We may need your help.”\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

“What happened?” Yan Fei asked curiously as he walked back.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

Ma Renshan pointed at the Tang couple and said, “You know their daughter Tang Tang, right? She’s fourteen. She went into the mountains and still hasn’t come back.”\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

“Went into the mountains?” Yan Fei asked in surprise.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

Jing Lin and the others gathered around as well. The young girl had been far too bold. With so many mutated plants and animals outside now, danger lurked everywhere. Even the adults in the village no longer dared approach the nearby mountains casually, yet a fourteen-year-old girl had dared to go in alone.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

Tang Yunyan choked back tears as she explained, “Our cat went missing before, but a few nights ago it suddenly came home. It had grown enormous\u2014when it stood up, it was taller than I was\u2014but it still recognized us. It came back carrying two wild pheasants in its mouth. It seemed like it had specifically returned to bring them to us. It dropped them off and left. After that, it came back every day, sometimes during the day and sometimes at night, bringing pheasants, wild rabbits, snakes, mountain rats, and other prey. This afternoon, after we finished working, I found another pheasant in the kitchen that had been bitten to death, so I knew Mimi had been back. Then I realized Tang Tang wasn’t home. I searched everywhere, thinking she was playing at someone else’s house, but after asking throughout the whole village, no one had seen her. I figured she must have followed Mimi.”\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

And where would Mimi have gone? The prey it kept bringing back could only have come from the mountains surrounding the village.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

“So?” Yan Fei asked. “You want me to go into the mountains to look for her?”\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

“Of course you won’t be going alone,” Ma Renshan replied. “My son will go too, and I’ll gather several more people. I heard you’re skilled in martial arts, so having you lead the group should make everyone safer.”\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

At that moment, Zhou Feifei spoke in an even tone. “What do you mean by ‘safer’? My son is only a little better at fighting than ordinary people.” She disliked Ma Renshan’s wording. It sounded as though everyone’s lives were being placed entirely on Yan Fei’s shoulders. If something went wrong, wouldn’t all the blame fall on him?\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

Ma Chunzheng hurriedly said, “Auntie Fei, please don’t misunderstand. My father didn’t mean it that way.”\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

“That’s right, that’s right. I was just saying it casually,” Ma Renshan replied awkwardly in the darkness.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

Still, now that Ma Renshan had asked, Yan Fei couldn’t really refuse. Their family lived in the village, and there might come a day when they themselves needed the villagers’ help. No matter how dangerous the mountains were, he had to make the trip.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

“I’ll go too,” Jing Lin said.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

“Count me in,” Zhao Zhiwen added.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

“And me,” Yan Lu said, raising her hand beside them.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

Ma Renshan nodded inwardly with satisfaction. Even if Jing Lin and the others hadn’t volunteered, he would have asked them anyway. He only wished all the young people in the village were as brave as the three standing before him. Ever since the world had fallen into chaos, the burden on his shoulders as village leader had grown heavier by the day, causing him endless worry.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

“Then all of you get a good night’s rest. We’ll set out at first light tomorrow morning.” Nighttime was when wild animals were most active. No matter how anxious he was, Ma Renshan would never send them searching with torches in the dark. It wasn’t because he didn’t care about Tang Tang’s safety, but because under the current circumstances, protecting the lives of everyone else had to come first.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

He still needed to recruit several more people. After giving a few more instructions, he hurried away with those behind him.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

Yan Lu stretched lazily and sighed. “I thought I’d finally get to sleep in tomorrow.”\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

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