Finally, Xu Errui also felt the cold water, and then he realized: "Xiaoman, it's raining!"
Xiaoman leaned against the cliff and slid down: "It's really raining, Brother Errui. If it rains, where should Xiaotian and the village chief go?"
Xu Errui inserted the hatchet into his belt, pulled the cane and slid it down: "Who knows? He wanted to leave on his own!"
After settling down in the mountains for the past few days and having enough food and drink, the two of them talked about the fellow villagers who had fled the famine, especially Xiaotian, who had grown up with them.
In fact, the drought here in Xujia Village is not severe yet. The winter wheat is still alive in the fields. As long as every family carries water to save it, there will still be a harvest.
It's all the refugees and soldiers that make everyone panic. It's a natural disaster rather than a man-made disaster.
But Xiaotian insisted on going with the village chief and the others, and the two friends were immediately disappointed in him.
Needless to say, Xu Errui felt that Nie Fantian had been raising him at home for more than ten years, and it was really heartless to just leave at the moment of crisis.
In the past, when Xiaotian stole eggs from home, she had covered him up, causing her mother to scold her for turning her elbows outward.
Now that my mother has stopped scolding, it would be great for the whole family to live in the mountains!
Xiaoman felt uncomfortable.
In the past, when Xiaotian was beaten and scolded by Aunt Jiang, she gave him some food, but now she just left without him.
And... Aunt Jiang is not as hateful as he usually says.
The two of them didn't know what the problem was. They just felt that it was wrong for Xiaotian to leave, and they would definitely regret it in the future.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the two of them did not dare to delay any longer. They hurriedly put the dug kudzu roots into their backpacks, tied up the cut kudzu vines, and hurried home carrying them on their backs.
By the time Xiaoman and Xu Errui arrived home, the rain had changed from drops to thin and dense, making their hair wet.
The rainwater was so dirty that even though Jiang Zhi, who had not taken a shower or washed his hair since going up the mountain, was also dirty, he still couldn't accept the dirt on Xu Errui's head.
She boiled a pot of hot water and took scissors to twist Xu Errui's hair, which was burned into a mess by the fire.
Xu Errui protected her head from being cut: "Mom, how can I meet people like this!"
Jiang Zhi showed no mercy: "Apart from us, all you can see on this mountain are trees and rocks. Where are there other people!"
Xu Errui was about to cry, but he was cut into small pieces. He couldn't accept that he suddenly became a monk.
Qiao Yun was stunned at the side: "Mom, Er Rui's hair is gone, don't you blame him?"
The hair and skin of the body are inherited from the parents. Ordinary people are not allowed to remove the hair unless the relationship is severed.
Jiang Zhi was stunned, this was a coincidence, it could be regarded as a memorial to the original body!
In fact, what she had wanted to do for a long time was her own hair.
There was no hair dryer here, so she didn't dare to wash her hair. Plus, it was muddy and ashes, and she felt like there was an ant nest on her head if she sweated even more while working.
It's just that no matter how unkempt a woman is, she can't appear in front of others with a prickly hair, and besides, she is still an elder.
Since I couldn't cut it, I could only comb my hair with a comb over and over again to relieve the itching.
More often than not, you still have to endure the galloping horses inside the bun.
The rain didn't stop immediately, and the rainwater mixed with the ash from the mountain fire, leaving a black mark on the ground.
Gradually, the dust on the ground became moist, and the "scent of earth" filled his nose... The smell of earth made Jiang Zhi sneeze.
It was not dark yet. She had eaten early and sat on the doorstep looking at the sky alone.
It's raining, and the rain is pouring on the mountain fire. White smoke is rising, making the sky and earth dark, and the vision is chaotic.
Xu Errui, who had just had his hair cut, was not used to the cold feeling on his head. He wrapped a turban and sat beside him in a daze, touching the prickly top of his hair from time to time.
"Er Rui, come with me down the mountain tonight!" Jiang Zhi thought for a long time and finally made a decision.
Xu Errui asked stupidly: "What are you doing when you go down the mountain?"
“You’ll know when you get down the mountain!”
The forest on a rainy night is very noisy.
The rain made the leaves rustle, and the rocks rolled from time to time due to the winter drought, and there were all kinds of sounds everywhere.
At this time, two people appeared sneakily in the woods.
Jiang Zhi wore a cloak and shawl made of hay on his head, and next to him was Xu Errui, who was also wearing the same clothes. The two of them walked down the mountain with their hands and feet crossed.
On a starless and moonless rainy night, the only light source is a charcoal fire in a pottery bowl. Shake it in the wind, and the dim light will illuminate the path under your feet.
Relying on the route they took during the day, the two slowly reached the edge of the steep slope.
Xu Errui untied the rope around his waist and was about to tie it to the tree when he heard a low "Yeah" above his head!
Jiang Zhi was startled, raised his hand and smashed the wooden stick in his hand against the branch of the tree. The black figure hurriedly said: "Aunt Jiang, Aunt Jiang, it's me, I'm Xiaoman, don't hit me, ouch!"
He shouted too late and received a heavy blow. He rolled down from the tree and even the hay above his head flew away.
"Xiaoman, why are you here?" Jiang Zhi said in surprise, hushing his voice and hurriedly stepped forward to pull him up.
Xiaoman touched the muddy water on his face and stood up with support on his waist: "My master wants me to go down the mountain...Hey! Go and bury Uncle Zhao and the others!"
He had already arrived at the edge of the cliff when his genius had just darkened, but it was enough for a young man to bury a body that had been dead for several days, regardless of whether there were any refugees around, just to face the dead.
So Xiaoman climbed up the tree and did not dare to move.
Xiaoman's voice was filled with tears: "Aunt Jiang, I, I don't dare to go.
Grandpa said that we are all from the same village, and our ancestors are from the same family, so we can't just ignore it.
While it was raining and no one could see the feet... I went to bury them. "
The stubborn old man still went secretly, Jiang Zhi pursed his lips and smiled.
Little Man and Jiang Zhi wanted to go somewhere.
Zhao Li's father and his wife have been dead for a few days. It is unreasonable to just ignore them like this, and it cannot be justified in terms of hygiene and epidemic prevention.
Even though we were separated by two mountain bays, I still felt uncomfortable.
But as he said before, his whereabouts should not be exposed, so Jiang Zhi planned to take advantage of the rain to quietly check out the situation.
If no one moved at the scene, it meant that the refugees and soldiers had already left, and she planned to bury the body while it was raining.
Unexpectedly, Master Xiaoman also had this intention and asked Xiaoman to come over and take a look, but Xiaoman was timid and stayed on the edge of the cliff.
"Xiaoman, just come with us!"
With a large number of people and strength, and with two hot-tempered young men as the second generals of Hengha, Jiang Zhi became bolder.
Xiao Man naturally agreed, and he quickly put on his hay raincoat again.
As a result, the two sneaky figures increased to three, climbing down the steep slope on the rope.
After going down the mountain, Jiang Zhi and the others left the path and entered the woods, stepping on the mud on the ground.
In the forest that had been burned by the fire, three black figures that looked like headless and armless monsters were shaking, and from time to time they would make a few low strange screams as they stumbled.
If other people saw this scene, they would definitely be frightened.
After turning around the mountain bay, the bottom of the ditch where Zhao Li's house is located becomes darker and darker.
Jiang Zhi and the other two people huddled together without daring to speak. They just stared at the position in the darkness.
The rain is getting heavier, the gurgling sound of water on the ground seeping into the cracks in the soil, and the humming and chirping sounds of injured animals are becoming more and more frightening.
Suddenly, a weird wai~ah~ sounded behind the three of them, and Jiang Zhi was so shocked that his heart stopped!
Xiaoman, the youngest, plopped down on the ground. The grass stems on Xu Errui's body were trembling: "Don't scare me!"
