✓Ice apocalypse: Farming with space

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Renyin year, autumnal equinox.

The almanac says that everything is unfavorable today.

At less than four o'clock, the neighbor's chickens began to crow, and the east family called the west family until they became one. Yun Qianluo struggled against the noise until five o'clock, when her mother's voice calling people came from the yard.

It's time to get up. Today is my grandpa's 100th birthday. Dad is happy to hold a flowing banquet and treat the villagers to a feast. He said that even the mayor of the township will come, and this is the first centenarian in the township.

Listening to the voice, the master chef who is preparing the banquet is here with his apprentice.

Put on the bright green modified short cheongsam that was praised again and again by Song Erniang next door the day it arrived. The lace Asakusa lace surrounds the front to the cuffs. The style of the buckle is the same as the jacquard pattern on the clothes, alternating between light and dark.

The girl in the full-length mirror has picturesque features and fair skin. She went to bed early yesterday and looks good.

I just washed my face and tied it into a ponytail. I didnt put on any makeup for now. I would watch my grandpa put on the red Tang suit that he didnt like, and then I would come back and put on all my makeup.

Grandpa said that he had never worn such red clothes in his life, not even when he got married. How novel. An old bachelor married a widow. In that era when the whole country had difficulty in food and clothing, a red flower was considered decent.

The entire backyard was quiet, and the morning sun was not so dazzling. Yun Qianluo and her grandfather lived across the street. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, in the small yard in front of the door, she raised Sisen lazily taking a nap in the sun on the stone table.

Grandpa always said that yang energy is the most abundant in the morning, so he got up on time at 5:30 every day and did a set of Tai Chi in the yard before going to have breakfast. But today I actually stayed in bed.

Yun Qianluo knocked on the door and asked, "Grandpa, are you awake? It's time to get up!" No one answered. Turn the handle gently, and the solid wood carved door opens silently.

The curtains were not drawn in the room, and the faint sunlight came in, making it a bit cold. The thin old man was lying flat on the bed, his silver hair neatly combed back, without a quilt or pillow. Her clothes, pants, shoes and socks were neatly arranged, and her eyebrows were kind and peaceful, as if she would turn over and sit up in the next moment to show a smile to her little granddaughter.

It would be nice if he wasn't wearing the shroud she made.

Last year, Yun Qianluo bought a sewing machine on a whim to make clothes for kittens, and her grandfather encouraged her: "My granddaughter can make clothes for her grandfather a hundred years from now with just a few strokes of needle and thread. My granddaughter's filial piety is devoted to cats."

She thought it was unlucky, "How can anyone wear this as a shroud while still alive?"

Grandpa is very tolerant, "I used to do this. When I was alive, I could see what I would wear when I died. It was more reassuring than not being able to see. It was just like preparing a coffin from dawn to dusk."

Unable to resist her grandfather, Yun Qianluo followed online tutorials and bought fabrics to cut. The craftsmanship was not good, the stitching was not dense enough, and the tailoring did not fit well, but grandpa was very happy and went to the market happily to get himself a pair of shoes.

Rubbing the navy blue sleeves, if she had known that her grandfather would put on these clothes so early, she would have been more careful. She always thought that grandpa was so tough and would stay with her for many years.