It's really hard to just farm peacefully.

Chapter 258

On the second day, Jiang Yan and Jiang Lu failed to wait for Aunt Yu and Aunt Bai to arrive at the agreed time.

Jiang Lu thought about it and called Zhou Xun and Zhou Huan together, planning to go into the back mountain to dig some edible roots.

The wild vegetables died due to lack of water, but those buried in the soil should still be able to remain alive.

Although the sun hadn't risen yet, the weather was already dry and hot. Jiang Yan, carrying the bamboo basket on his back, hadn't walked far when he felt a parched mouth and tongue. He couldn't help but breathe harder in the hope of moistening his nasal cavity.

Suddenly, a noise like thunder and the flapping of bees' wings came from the distant sky.

They looked back at the sound and saw a large black cloud rolling towards them on the horizon. Although it could not be said to block out the sun, the shadow it cast could cover an entire village.

Needless to say, several people's faces turned pale in an instant, and they rushed back home before the large group of locusts landed.

Jiang Yan burst out with strength, rushed to the backyard, grabbed the chicken's neck, returned to the house, closed the doors and windows, and then hid in the cellar.

The doors and windows of the house are made of wood, and there is hay on the roof. What if locusts come in in swarms and eat their way in? She doesn't want to live in the same room with them, and she is even more afraid that they will eat her flesh alive.

The cellar stores most of Jiang Yan's food and water. She had moved them from the storage room to here early because she was worried that the drought would cause chaos and thieves would break in and rob her when she was away. Now, the water and food have become her guarantee of survival.

About half an hour later, Jiang Yan heard a buzzing sound above.

After waiting for a long time, Jiang Yan heard that the noise outside had not increased. After thinking about it, he bravely climbed out of the cellar and moved the small amount of food, clothes, bedding and important utensils that had not been brought in from outside into the cellar.

During this period, more than a dozen "vanguards" flew into the yard, and several of them rushed towards her and were knocked down and killed. Jiang Yan hesitated for a moment between feeding the chickens and composting, and suddenly had a bold idea to take this opportunity to catch more locusts so that the chicken feed and fertilizer would be guaranteed.

Although Jiang Yan finally remembered that the locusts in the plague were poisonous, and she was worried that if she fed too many, the toxins would accumulate excessively and poison her only and precious hen, and she could not find a suitable net bag to catch the locusts, she had to regretfully give up this wonderful idea.

Although the locusts had wings, the large group did not arrive as quickly as they had imagined.

Perhaps it was because daytime was not the best time for them to move around, or perhaps it was because there was too much food for them to eat in the village outside. Jiang Yan was anxiously preparing dry biscuits in the kitchen that could last for four or five days, but he still hadn't seen the black cloud approach.

Jiang Yan's tense heart relaxed again. She even ran some distance outside the yard and loudly shared her experience with Jiang Lu's family.

It was not until the second half of the night, when it was about to dawn, that Jiang Yan woke up from the kang.

The locust swarms were coming. This was the first time in her life that she had truly come face to face with the power of a locust plague.

Jiang Yan hid back in the cellar. Filled with courage, she left a gap half a finger wide this time so that she could better observe the movements outside.

Her pet chicken was tied up in the kitchen and given food and water for a day to show her trust in it to catch the locusts that had escaped the net.

The buzzing sound above the roof was the flapping of locusts' wings, but I couldn't tell whether the crackling and rustling sounds were the sound of landing or chewing.

The noise from the locust swarm continued, and Jiang Yan went from being upset to feeling disheartened. Later, he was even able to finish the dry biscuit in his hand with an expressionless face and in an unnoticeable rhythm.

They didn't know how long their village would last.