Chen Dazhu's words are useless, but the village chief grandfather is different. Although he is not the leader of the Chen clan in Xiaochen Village, his surname is also Chen. His status among the Chen clan in Xiaochen Village is second only to the clan leader. In the main family There is talk over there too.
Li Ping'an's words ignited hope for both Li Erlin and Chen Dazhu. They looked at the village chief one by one, but before they could speak, the village chief Chen An said loudly: "I'm not even the leader of the branch clan. I'm not the leader of the main family." People can’t speak and can’t help.”
Li Ping'an felt anxious. How could the village chief be unable to talk to his master's family? Didn't his youngest son follow the master's family's path and join the Yamen as an errand? Besides, they haven't even told him what happened and what help they wanted from him. How did he know that he couldn't help?
Just when he was about to stalk him, he saw the village chief grandfather winking constantly. He felt excited. He glanced at the people next to him out of the corner of his eye and wished he could slap himself on the spot.
Is this something that can be said out loud in front of so many people?
After reacting, Li Ping'an felt extremely regretful. In order to prevent his father and the others from pestering the village chief, Li Ping'an quickly said to his father: "Dad, let's go back and come back tomorrow. The road will be even harder to walk when it gets dark. Mom and my brothers and sisters are still waiting for us to come home."
Li Erlin was silent for a moment and nodded.
Seeing this, Li Silin asked anxiously: "Second brother, are we really going back like this?"
"Otherwise?" Li Erlin glanced at Chen Ji Liang Store, "Wait until dark?"
It's impossible to wait until dark. The gloomy sky will definitely get dark early. It's difficult to walk during the day, but can you still walk in the dark? As for staying in the city overnight, it was even more impossible. When Ping An arrived, he said that a flash flood was coming, and he was still thinking about his wife and children at home.
The group of people could only return in frustration without success, praying silently in their hearts that there would never be a flood, otherwise they would really not be able to survive.
After walking through the street, Li Ping'an looked back and still couldn't see the unfamiliar people. He hurriedly approached Chen An and asked expectantly: "Grandpa, village chief, can you help us buy food?" Yes, right?"
Chen An let out a long sigh and glanced at Li Dalin and the others' faces one by one. Finally, he lowered his head and landed on the face of Li Ping'an beside him. "You are quite smart. Wait for me at the city gate and I will help." You can ask, but I don’t know if the host family can be accommodating, so just wait.”
After that, he hurriedly walked in one direction.
Li Erlin and the others did not expect that things would turn out to be a turn of events. They looked at me and me with joy on their faces, but they were unsure in their hearts, "Can the village chief really help us get food?"
"Don't think about it, let's wait at the city gate." Now they were at their wits' end and could only pin their hopes on the village chief.
About two-quarters of an hour later, the village chief hurried to the city gate. Behind him was a young boy dressed as a boy. Chen An pointed at the boy and said, "Go with him and don't say anything. Don’t ask anything, just take as much as you are given, and you can give me as much as you want, do you understand?”
The group of people were ecstatic and nodded. At this time, it was already good to be able to buy food.
Listening to their words of gratitude, the village chief waved his hand indifferently, "Go quickly, finish shopping and go back early, I won't wait for you."
Li Ping'an said in shock: "Grandpa, village chief, don't you wait for us to leave together?"
"No wait, several villages downstream have been affected by the disaster. I have to go back quickly and notify the people in the village to buy food tomorrow." The village chief finished speaking hurriedly and left in a hurry.
Li Ping'an quickly caught up and reminded with a worried look on his face: "Grandpa, village chief, when we came we found that the water in the mountains had become turbid. There may be a flash flood coming. Please be careful when you go back."
He thought for a moment, then said with a hint of pleading: "How about you wait for us so we can take care of each other on the way."
"Why are you so long-winded like a girl!" The village chief laughed and scolded, and then said seriously, "Since you said that a flash flood might be coming, then I should rush back as soon as possible."
Li Ping'an gave up the persuasion and watched the village chief grandfather walk out of the city gate before turning back and following the boy. They said nothing along the way and did not communicate in private.
They walked around and finally stopped outside a small door in an alley. The boy knocked on the door. After the door opened, he asked them to wait here and walked in. After a while, the boy came out again, "The steward said No, your family can only buy one stone of brown rice at most, which costs seven hundred cents."
Everyone clicked their tongues. One stone weighed one hundred and twenty kilograms, which was ten dou. Compared with the usual price of brown rice, one kilogram increased by almost two cents. But the situation is stronger than people, no matter how much money you have, you have to buy it.
After giving the money to the boy, the boy took them into the house. Li Ping'an wanted to see what the house was like, but found that there were walls on both sides, so he had no choice but to give up and follow them for a while. In front of a house. The boy murmured a few words to an old man with gray hair, and saw the old man taking out the key and opening the door.
After two trips back and forth to move eight stones of brown rice in sacks to the cart, Li Ping'an felt a little more at ease. As long as they save some food, one stone of food can feed their family of seven for a month.
Although the journey back was difficult, everyone felt more relaxed, as if the big stone weighing on their hearts had been relieved a little.
"Dad, if possible tomorrow, let's go back to the grain store to see if we can buy grain." Li Pingan said that the disaster is now a foregone conclusion, and it is still unknown what will happen next. Even if everything goes smoothly, We can plant in the summer and wait for the autumn harvest, but now at the end of May, there are still three or four months before the autumn harvest, and just enough food for a month is not enough.
Li Erlin was about to speak when he suddenly saw that the road ahead was buried in rocks and earth. He moved his eyes and found that a large piece of the mountain next to him had collapsed.
"The mountain collapsed."
Li Erlin shouted, and Li Pingan, who was pushing the cart behind, quickly stopped his strength. When he looked up, his heart felt cold.
There was no village and no store behind. Seeing that the sky was getting darker and darker, Li Erlin couldn't help but called on the adults to dig out a road with their bare hands. Even Zhang Dashan followed, leaving only two and a half-year-olds Li Ping'an and Li Dong. child looking at the grain.
Li Ping'an wanted to stop it. Although the rain weakened, it did not stop. Who knows whether the mountain will collapse again. But the words came to their lips but they couldn't come out. What else could they do if they didn't dig a way home?
Moreover, this place has collapsed, what is the situation in the village like? Are my mother and brothers and sisters safe?
The more Li Ping'an thought about it, the more anxious he became, and his heart was in a mess. He simply asked Li Dong to wait here alone, and he went up to help. It's better to have something to work on than to sit around and think about it.
He didn't know how long he had been digging, but Li Ping'an felt that his hands were numb and his hands were numb. As the sky darkened, he became more and more anxious.
Suddenly, I heard my uncle Zhang Yu shouting in front: "There is someone here! Someone is buried!"
The adults gathered around him immediately. Li Ping'an was a little slow to react. By the time he came over, Zhang Yu had already pulled out one arm of the buried man.
Looking at the sleeve on that hand, Li Pingan's heart tightened, and he grabbed the arm of the person next to him, his uncertain tone full of panic.
"It seems to be the village chief grandpa!"
