The Story of a Young Man Who Traveled Through Time and Space to Farm

Chapter 10

It was a rare morning that he didn't have to get up early to go up the mountain. Zhang Wuliang slept until he woke up naturally, and stayed in bed with Chen Xiaonian for a while before getting up. As soon as he left the bed, he was shocked by the cold air outside: "Hiss, why is it so cold today?"

"It looks like the temperature has dropped." Chen Xiaonian took out the cotton jacket that he had dried in the sun a few days ago from the cabinet, handed it to him and said, "Brother Zhang, don't wear that, change into this one."

Zhang Wuliang took it and put it on, which made him feel better. He shivered again and stretched his body, stretched his waist and said, "The temperature dropped too fast. It was still autumn a few days ago, and now it's winter all of a sudden."

"Haha, that's right." Chen Xiaonian smiled at his expression. Then he took a thick cotton jacket and put it on: "It's like this every year, I'm used to it."

The two of them put on their clothes and went out. Zhang Wuliang pushed open the door. Oh, it was foggy outside, with visibility less than two meters. He said that he got up late today, so why was it not as bright as before?

Auntie Zhang heard the noise and pushed the door open: "Da Niu? Xiao Nian? Are you up?"

"Ah? Um..." Zhang Wuliang responded; "Get up, mother" Chen Xiaonian also replied, and the two went to the main room.

"Um?" Zhang Wuliang went to the main room and looked around: "Has Xiao Shitou not gotten up yet?"

"No," Aunt Zhao said, "Don't wake him up in this cold weather. I'll go clean up the warm room and call him over there when it's warm."

"Okay," Zhang Wuliang said, "I'll go with you."

Then the three of them moved to the warm room.

The warm room is next to the kitchen, and it is a room with a small stove and a big kang.

The climate in Taohe Village is very strange. According to Zhang Wuliang, the spring and summer in Yaohe Village are like the south of China, warm, humid and rainy;

Autumn and winter are dry, cold and snowy like the north.

So the people here have two kinds of rooms. One has a bed, and the other has a kang. The room with a kang is also called a warm room. People usually sleep in the room with a bed. When it gets cold in winter, they light the fire in the warm room. The family stays in the room during the day, but they go back to their own rooms to sleep at night.

Zhang Wuliang brought firewood from the firewood room, and Aunt Zhao went in to clean the stove, added water to the pot and heated it up. Chen Xiaonian used the water to scrub the kang, tables, chairs, and cabinets. When the place was cleaned up and the kang was almost warm, he took out a quilt from the cabinet and spread it on it. Zhang Wuliang then took out a thick door curtain and hung it outside the door. The warm room was considered to be ready.

Zhang Wuliang went to Zhang Zhenyong's room to call him up. He saw that he had woken up a long time ago, but he didn't want to get up because it was too cold outside. When he heard that the kang was lit, he immediately got up from the quilt, put on his clothes and ran to the warm room. Zhang Wuliang couldn't stop him.

In the warm room, Aunt Zhao was sitting on the kang sorting out the new coat that she had not finished making. Sweet potato and millet porridge and corn buns were cooked in the pot. Chen Xiaonian was adding firewood to the stove. Three meals a day in winter were cooked here. Then he added water to the pot and kept boiling it. It could be drunk, washed and used, and it didn't waste too much firewood.

Zhang Zhenyong ran in like a gust of wind, ran directly to the kang, lifted the quilt and crawled in. The cotton shoes on his feet were kicked away by him: "Huh... alive."