Famine and Chaos: Weaving Cloth in Exile to Escape the War

Kyoto Haru glanced at the baby beside her. This child was indeed different from ordinary infants. Except when extremely hungry or wet, when it would cry out loud, it was unusually quiet.

even……

There was something in his eyes that conveyed an indescribable sense of distance.

It's a bit strange to feel this way about a baby who's only been born a few days ago.

However, Kyoto Haru didn't think too much about it. She comforted her, "Silly girl, how could your little brother not like you? He's only been in this world for a few days, and his eyes are still blurry. It's not that he doesn't like you, it's just that he can't speak yet, and he can't smile for his sister."

As she spoke, she reached out and touched the baby's lanugo. "Look how easy he is to take care of. He doesn't cry or fuss, which frees up my hands to do things. In a few more days, when he can roll over and sit up, I guarantee he'll know how to make his older sister happy."

Xiaoman felt a surge of joy upon hearing this, but looking at her younger brother's eyes, she muttered, "But he looks...so serious, like a little old man."

Jing Zhichun chuckled, pinching her little nose. "Everyone has their own temperament. Some children are born cheerful and playful, while others prefer quiet. Your little brother might just be quiet and not like to cause trouble. But that has nothing to do with whether he likes his older sister or not. You are his own sister, the closest person to him in this world besides his mother."

As she spoke, she glanced at the baby's expressionless face, her heart pounding with anxiety.

This kid actually got himself into something as bizarre as time travel...

Could there be something unusual about this too?

It can't be that he was born with a congenital condition, can it?

The moment the thought crossed her mind, she got goosebumps all over.

Good heavens, what if I really gave birth to a baby with an adult's soul inside...

Kyoto Haru quickly shook her head, immediately banishing the frightening thought.

God!

This idea is absolutely terrifying!

Regardless of whether the child is as she imagines, she will never breastfeed it herself.

Let's just use formula to avoid any awkwardness.

Seeing that Xiaoman was still staring at her expectantly, Jing Zhichun explained helplessly, "Alright, stop overthinking. When he's a little older, he'll be able to play with you. Maybe he'll be following you around calling you 'sister, sister,' and you'll have to take care of him..."

Xiaoman's eyes lit up again as she thought about that situation. Since arriving in the exile, no one had played with her. If her younger brother grew up, then someone would play with her.

She nodded vigorously: "Yes! I'll definitely take good care of my little brother! When he's older, I'll take him to dig for roots and teach him how to find his way!"

As she spoke, she nestled back next to her younger brother, this time not trying so hard to make him laugh, but instead gently humming a tuneless little tune that Kyoto Haru had occasionally hummed, patting the baby lightly with her little hands.

The baby still didn't show much expression, but perhaps Xiaoman's gentle patting and humming had an effect, because he slowly closed his eyes and eventually fell asleep.

Xiaoman also lay down next to her younger brother, and before she knew it, she had drifted off to sleep to her own off-key little tune, a faint smile still on her face.

After Jing Zhichun put the two children to sleep and covered them with blankets, she quickly picked up the wad of cotton and coarse cloth and continued working.

These two pounds of cotton, because they haven't been fluffed, have fibers tightly clumped together, making them look very solid and lacking in fluffiness.

If we could spread them out, we could make room for three small, thin blankets.

But in this place of exile, even a full meal is hard to come by, so where can one find a cotton-fluffing bow and a craftsman?

So we have no choice but to make do.

Jingzhichun carefully tore the cotton, trying to spread it evenly on the coarse cloth.

Her needlework skills were really not good. Although she studied medicine in her previous life and was quite good at suturing wounds, it was a completely different matter from sewing a quilt.

Therefore, her stitches were sometimes dense and sometimes sparse, and the lines were crooked and uneven.

Several times, Kyoto Haru wanted to lose her temper and quit.

Each time, she would take a deep breath to calm herself down, and then patiently sew, stitch by stitch.

For a moment, the house was quiet, with only the occasional crackling sound of firewood burning in the stove.

Kyoto Haru yawned too. That's how people are; when others are sleeping, they get sleepy too.

She wiped her eyes and quickly got back to work.

In less than half an hour, a small quilt was sewn.

Then they quickly started on the second bed.

An hour later, Kyo no Haru finally finished sewing both small quilts.

Although the edges and corners were not very neat and the stitches were not even, there were still two thick, sturdy objects to wrap around the body.

Jingzhichun held it in her hand, weighed it in her hand, and then tried it on her face. It was suitable for a baby to cover, and the fabric didn't irritate her face.

I rubbed my sore neck and wrists.

Looking at the remaining small piece of fabric, Jingzhichun gestured and cut it into two large rectangular diaper pieces.

By the time all of this was done, it was already noon.

Jing Zhichun gently covered the sleeping baby with the newly made quilt and tucked the corner of the quilt around Xiaoman.

We need to add firewood to the stove; it's time to prepare lunch.

Standing up, Jing Zhichun stretched her stiff limbs and glanced at the Cistanche deserticola on the ground.

Immediately, a mechanical voice appeared in his mind. (Ding, natural wild Chinese medicinal herb detected: 8 catties of Cistanche deserticola, valued at 600 coins. Redeem?)

Kyoto Haru was stunned.

Last time, I exchanged five catties of Cistanche deserticola for 600 coins. This time, I have a full eight catties, so why is the price still 600 coins?

Not only did the price not increase, but the unit price actually decreased?

She stared at the few frozen, hard Cistanche deserticola plants on the ground.

Suddenly I understood.

The medicinal properties of medicinal materials are important.

These Cistanche deserticola leaves were probably frozen, which reduced their medicinal properties and is why they are priced lower.

Kyoto Haru looked at the panel in front of her. "Yes, exchange."

Immediately, the balance in the system store became more than 600 coins.

With this copper coin, she finally felt temporarily at ease.

She needs so much.

She needed to think carefully about how to use those copper coins wisely.

However, let's cook first.

The fire in the stove needs some new firewood.

Jingzhichun pulled a few thin branches from the woodpile, added firewood, and then began to cook.

There was still a small bowl of mutton soup left from lunch. She ladled it out and kept it warm by the stove, to be drunk by Xiaoman after she woke up.

I plan to cook some brown sugar porridge and then make a salad.

I soaked some dried radishes and bought a small bottle of sesame oil from the system.

Pour the porridge into the pot, and while waiting for it to cook, Jingzhichun begins preparing the mixed vegetables.

She needed to wait a while for the dried radish, so she started chopping the remaining scallions and garlic that she had bought last night.

After putting the chopped scallions and garlic into the earthenware bowl, I unscrewed the bottle of sesame oil I had just exchanged, dripped some in, sprinkled some salt, and carefully mixed it with chopsticks.

Jingzhichun took a bite, and her eyes lit up instantly.

It tastes exactly like the dipping sauce for hot pot.