Chapter 166: Six
"Kazi, dear, could you help me stitch this?"
Ripped clothing was common and so stitching was a skill all the women knew. Their clothes weren’t elaborate but they did necessitate quality for the sake of warmth. Kazi was an infant when he began helping his mother and five and a half when he surpassed her in skill.
The older Kazi was pleased that he got up to help. This season, his father had found a decent patch of land that was growing potatoes. If all went well, by the end of the month, they would be able to sell it and enroll him into the school down south.
"Baba, not too much water."
"Okay, okay."
"Remember, the base, not the leaves."
Kazi explored and observed the neighbouring farms. He talked, he learned, and he applied every observation and every lesson to their own potatoes.
The soil in the region was seeped in water and thus very fertile. The growth rate for a full potato ranged from seventy to eighty days. From visuals and the softness of the potato, they weren’t completely ripe for harvest. Unfortunately, they couldn’t afford to wait another month, either they sold it now, ate it, or they starved.
Everything did go well. Half of the potatoes were traded and the rest was kept in their back pocket. From then on, Baba hung onto every piece of advice he gave. Layering potatoes in damp leaves or finding In the following season, their crops grew faster and better.