A tall and strong man pushed Lin Wenxuan and said loudly: "Wenxuan, you are a scholar, go back quickly, we can do it here!"
Lin Wenxuan shook his head and said seriously: "Every family contributes. Although I am an orphan, I belong to a family, so how can I hide at home and relax."
The tall and strong man patted him on the shoulder: "Uncle Huzi has done your part for you. You help us write letters and read letters on weekdays, and you are very helpful. Go back quickly. Scholars do the work of scholars. There is no shortage of you here." A piece of strength.”
Lin Wenxuan was a little hesitant. He seldom worked and digging ditches was really difficult. But looking at the figures of the aunts in the rain, he insisted: "I am a man. If the aunts can dig ditches, so can I!"
An aunt opened her mouth to persuade him, "We are all used to farm work, but you are different. Go back quickly."
"Yes, Wenxuan, go back quickly. Don't let your little body get washed away by the flood."
"Go back, kid, you have a good mind, think of more ways..."
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, hitting his body painfully. Lin Wenxuan couldn't stand the stalemate with them, so he compromised.
After working hard all night, the canal was finally dug. Seeing the raging torrent rushing around the village, the villagers looked very happy. It was a good thing that the canal was dug, otherwise their village would have been completely flooded.
When they returned home, they did not wait for dawn. It had been raining for days and the sky was gray. They had not seen sunlight for many days. However, this time, it was as dark as night without any light.
At Zhang Dapeng's house, it was raining heavily outside and light rain inside. All the barrels and basins were taken out to catch the rain.
She didn't eat breakfast and was hungry until noon. Xu cooked a pot of porridge with figures clearly reflected in it. The four members of the family took their bowls and each found a rain-proof place to eat, silently.
boom!
Along with a thunder, something crashed down. The sound was so loud that it even surpassed the sound of thunder and rain and reached the ears of the Zhang family.
Zhang Dapeng was stunned, finished the porridge in one gulp, threw down the bowl and rushed out. Mrs. Xu also followed. As she walked out, she warned: "Shuanzi, Niuniu, you brothers and sisters stay in the house for me and are not allowed to come out."
Shao Haoyue stood next to Niuniu and had already sensed the situation. Zhaodi's house at the end of the village collapsed, and the family of five was trapped underneath.
The villagers who rushed over worked together to dig them out. Zhaodi's grandmother and younger brother were dead. The elderly man was hit by a beam and died on the spot; the little boy was hit in the back of the heart by a broken tile.
Zhao Di's father and mother cried heartbrokenly. Zhao Di's mother rushed towards the ruins like crazy, "My son, my son..."
Zhaodi stepped forward and hugged her waist, crying for mother.
Zhaodi's father, who was crying, suddenly turned around, pulled Zhaodi over, and slapped her, "How come it wasn't you who died? I told you to look at your brother, where did you go?"
"Brother Wang, calm down. This is a natural disaster. How can you blame the child..." The villagers came forward to dissuade him. Some people pulled Zhao Di away, some stopped Zhao Di's father, and an aunt hugged the beaten Zhao Di. Di, patted her back gently to express comfort.
Zhaodi's family went to stay at the village chief's house temporarily, and Lin Wenxuan distributed the remaining grain to them and some to several poor families.
The village was gloomy, and there was not much sympathy for the Zhaodi family's plight. If the rain didn't stop, their house would not escape the bad luck.
After this incident, the adults did not dare to close their eyes for a moment, and many people chose to live in the thatched shed at Niuniu's house. Zhang Dapeng and Xu took turns to rest and guard this small family that was in turmoil.
The collapse of Zhaodi's house seemed to be the beginning of something. Houses collapsed one after another. At the beginning, the villagers helped each other, took in homeless neighbors, tightened their belts and squeezed out surplus food to give to others.
However, with the endless heavy rain and the bottoming out of food, they no longer helped others and stayed close to their own homes. They carefully counted the rice cooked in each meal. Niu Niu's family had 30 grains of rice per meal; Xu's 5 grains and Zhang Dapeng's 7 grains. capsules, 8 capsules for Niuniu and 10 capsules for Embolus.
Finally, someone rushed into Lin Wenxuan's house. His father was a scholar and had more fields than others. He was alone and had limited food. These days, he shared food with many families.
In the past, the villagers would have stood up and yelled to stop him. This time, everyone was silent. Many people were paying attention to the door of his house, trying to judge the food surplus of Lin Wenxuan's family by the amount of food in the hands of the snatchers.
Soon, the snatcher came out, holding a palm-sized bag with tears streaming down his face.
Shao Haoyue saw the situation clearly through her spiritual consciousness. The snatcher entered the house. Lin Wenxuan did not panic. He didn't even wait for the other party to speak. He silently led the person to the rice vat, which contained only half a vat of coarse rice.
The snatcher filled a cloth bag with tears in his eyes, kowtowed to him, and walked out.
At Zhang Dapeng's house, the couple were silent, looking at each other from time to time. Occasionally, when their eyes came into contact, deep sparks burst out, which was their unquenchable desire.
Shao Haoyue knew very well that they also wanted to go to Lin Wenxuan's house to grab food. The Zhang family's food had been eaten the day before yesterday, and the family was now so hungry that their chests were touching their backs.
Boom, boom, boom!
There were three rhythmic knocks on the door. Zhang Dapeng went out to open the door. There was no one at the door. A cloth bag hung by the door with half a bag of rice inside.
Zhang Dapeng looked around and saw that in the vast rain, the boy was at the door next to his house. He tied a cloth bag of the same size to the door buckle, knocked on the door three times, and then turned and walked to the next place.
His clothes were already soaked, and his usually neat clothes were slightly open. When he turned around, the dog's teeth hanging around his neck glowed warmly, like fireflies in the long night, weak but lasting.
Zhang Dapeng's tears rolled down with the rain, and he bent far away in the direction of Lin Wenxuan.
Lin Wenxuan's kind deed brought the villagers back from the edge of chaos, and order was temporarily restored to the village.
The village chief convened a meeting to discuss sending people to Jinding Mountain to worship the mountain god and pray for God's blessing. It became difficult to choose someone.
There is pouring rain everywhere, and if you accidentally fall into any pit, you will die. What's more, in addition to natural disasters, there are also man-made disasters. Meeting outsiders at this time is even more dangerous.
The plan was shelved, the food was exhausted, and the hungry people turned their attention to women and children.
Finally, hunger overcame humanity. The two men took their daughters to the big banyan tree at the entrance of the village and pushed their daughters to each other. One of the girls was Zhaodi.
As if she had a premonition of something, she hugged her father's legs and cried, "Dad, no! Daddy..."
Her father's eyes were scarlet, and he violently broke apart her fingers one by one and pushed them towards the man opposite. Then he grabbed the other girl who was crying and pulled her to the other side of the big banyan tree. The kitchen knife stabbed in hard.
Blood spurted out, and the girl's shrill screams, accompanied by roaring thunder, echoed over the village, leaving many villagers stunned.
These chapters are quite dark.
(End of chapter)
