It was already dark before 10:00 pm. The woman hurriedly cooked half a pot of porridge and half a basket of sweet potatoes for the family to eat. Then, she quickly stuffed the baby into the blanket and wrapped it up. She turned around and went out to carry a few hay stacks to the pigpen and sheep pen.
However, suddenly, a chain of fire covered with thorns came down from the top of the mountain, splitting the world in half. Then, two thunderclaps sounded above their heads. Even the ground under their feet seemed to tremble a few times. The black clouds seemed to be stirred up by a giant with an iron fork, rolling and roaring…
The woman was so frightened that she threw away the swill bucket in her hand. The doll on the brick bed stuck out half of its body and shouted for its mother. The big dog that was nestled at the entrance of the pigsty, ready to steal food, jumped up and started barking at the sky. Seventh granduncle stumbled out of the house and muttered with a worried expression,
" Thunder hits snow, humans eat iron-"
" Lei Dadong, nine out of ten bullpens are empty-"
"What a sin, what a sin!"
“……”
Wang Maocai asked his three sons to knock on the earthen basin and go from house to house to remind everyone to be more alert at night. It was snowing heavily in the mountains. It was a small matter to block the door when it snowed early in the morning. They were afraid that the snow would collapse the roof and smash people inside. Therefore, from the first snow in winter, the families here would find a strong long pole and tie it to the broken broom, ready to clean the snow on the roof at any time. He himself went to the school and gave some advice to the two Mr. Li, then ran to Yang Ping's house to meet Mr. Feng before returning home.
As soon as he entered the house, fine snow particles began to fall. In the blink of an eye, the snow particles became bigger and bigger. At first, they were like apricot seeds, then dates, walnuts, and after an incense stick, they were as big as chicken eggs. Hail fell from the sky without eyes."Bang--" It hit the roof,"Dang--" it hit the stone,"Suo--" it fell into the firewood pile…
The children were scared, the women were panicking, and the men were worried. Even the most mischievous boy could smell the danger from his grandfather's smoking. He squatted behind the door and watched the hailstones outside.
After another incense stick's time, the hailstones became less and less, but the snowflakes became bigger and bigger. They were like cotton wool cut by a guillotine. They were thrown onto the ground and the roof without any care…
Goose-feathered snow poured down, as if it wanted to bury the rise and fall of the past.
Suddenly, the sound of a tree branch breaking came from afar, making the surroundings even more deathly silent.
Yang Ping leaned against the couch in front of the window, the book in her hand not flipping for a long time. Jin Shi walked over with a bowl of hot brown sugar water and took the book away."If you can't stand it, then stop looking. You've been cold these few days. Don't lean so close to the window. Quick, drink the sugar water while it's hot!”
"Oh…okay…"
"Don't be afraid. Everyone has been settled down and everything is ready.”
"I know…" Yang Ping retracted her expression."Auntie Qiao, this is the first time I've seen such a big hail. I wonder how many houses have been destroyed.”
"Yes, there was hail in the south too, but the size of the small date destroyed a season of crops. Fortunately, there is nothing in the field now. The houses were repaired and repaired.”
"Mm, I hope so!"
However, her hopes were dashed because the snow continued for five days…
Even though someone cleaned the roofs from time to time, dozens of houses in King Village were still crushed, not to mention the pigsty and sheep pen that had been buried by the snow. Fortunately, the pigs and sheep had been led into the wing room. However, a few chickens and ducks were quickly boiled into soup to warm the elderly and children.
The sky still hadn't cleared up. Under the gloomy sky, the cold wind rolled up the snow foam and swirled aimlessly on the snow that was half a person thick. Xiao Fei carried a shovel and shouted under the corridor,"Sister, I'm going to shovel the snow on the road with Second Brother Feng. Don't go out!”
Yang Ping heard this and chased after him. Before she could finish her sentence, she saw the remaining snow-green robe corner at the corner and smiled bitterly. She changed her clothes and went out to shovel the snow.
In the huge courtyard, a few figures were waving shovels and brooms and disappearing into the white. When they saw Yang Ping come out, Feng Nianen was the first to speak with a smile,""The girl is here too!"
Yang Ping also smiled and reached out to take the shovel from his hand."Let me do it. I reckon that after the road is cleared, Uncle Li Zheng will come to you for advice. Uncle Feng should think about it first!”
Jin Shi took out a sky-blue veil from his sleeve and covered Yang Ping's face.""If you look at this snow for too long, your eyes will hurt. You should dry up a little and go back when you sweat. This bit of work is not enough for the few of them.”,As she spoke, she pointed at the few young men who were fighting hard with Uncle Cheng not far away. At the same time, she did not forget to cast a sidelong glance at her husband's slightly thin figure.
Feng Nianen smiled awkwardly." Please forgive me, Madam. I really can't do this. I can only make tea for you!"”,After saying that, he brushed his sleeves and returned to the house with some difficulty.
Even though they were all strong young men, the snow was too thick. It took them two hours to clear half of the yard. This was not good. The sky was still not accurate. If there was another fight, they would really be buried. Yang Ping was thinking about it secretly when she saw Zhao Jing remove a door panel. Together with Liang and Xiaohui, they placed the door panel horizontally on the ground and pushed the snow out of the door.
Fortunately, the snow was soft. The place where the door pushed was like a rice field that had its ears cut off. It was half shorter. The snow piled higher and higher in front of the door and instantly reached the top of people's heads. If they were not careful, a ball of snow would fall and hit people's heads.
Zhao Jing tucked the corner of his robe around his waist, pulled back his shoulders, bent his waist, and bent his legs. He was an old farmer who was plowing in the fields. Yang Ping couldn't help but laugh secretly. She was caught red-handed by the other party and was deeply surprised. She quickly touched her nose under the veil and said,"There's meat soup in the kitchen. I'll go take a look…"
They continued to fight like this until the middle of the afternoon. Finally, they met up with Xiao Fei and Feng Huang on the other side. They walked slowly on the frozen ground. They saw that the snow in the forest outside had become a small mountain. They met Aunt Wang, who was being supported by Wang Qi.
"Aiyoyo, I can finally go out after being stuck in traffic for three to four days. You didn't have a good meal, did you? Your grandmother just baked a basket of pancakes. Hurry up and wash your hands.”
The young men cheered in unison. They grabbed a handful of snow, rubbed their hands, and took the basket over. After a few mouthfuls, the charming fragrance of wheat dispelled the haze of the heavy snow.
Wang Maocai rushed over immediately and sat in Mr. Feng's study, sighing.
"Fortunately, we've all stockpiled food. Otherwise, sigh!”
"A few houses collapsed, so I asked them to move to the ancestral hall. There are still a few houses that can still be used until the weather is better…There are a few who are not seriously injured…We are prepared. The firewood is strong, and the roofs are all new.”
" Brother, tell me, why did the heavens, why did they…"
"Sigh…"
Feng Nianen didn't say anything. He waited for the other party's anger to dissipate before he filled the teacup again. He took a deep breath and said slowly,"These things are all arranged by my brother. But what's next?”
"What's next?"
" Oh, I don't know what's going on outside. If the disaster is worse than ours, then-"
Before Feng Nianen could finish speaking, Wang Maocai stood up from his seat with a terrified expression." T-Then, Brother Feng, you mean…refugees?”,The last two words were squeezed out from between his teeth, and his legs went limp.
" Elder brother, to be honest, before the heavy snow, we received a letter saying that a group of refugees from Jizhou were staying in Yingzhou and Yuzhou, and many of them had left the pass. Now, there are also refugees outside Yunzhou of Muzhou. With this heavy snow, I'm afraid the current situation is not good..."
“……”
"This place is really remote, brother doesn't need to…"
" No, no…" Wang Maocai interrupted Mr. Feng's words in a panic and said hurriedly,""I've seen refugees before. Brother Feng, tell me what ideas you have now!”
It was no wonder that Wang Maocai was so anxious. It turned out that he had seen refugees when he was young. That year, the south suffered a flood, and countless refugees came to the north to escape the famine. The sight of them struggling hard, emaciated, and selling their children was really terrifying. The people who lived at the bottom of the society could not help but feel sympathy. Therefore, some of the villagers wanted to help, but as long as they showed a little bit of food and drink, Those starving refugees would come up and rob the kind-hearted families. Therefore, wherever the refugees went, the chickens and ducks in the villages would be robbed clean. Even the rice grains that were filling in the fields were not spared. Ear by ear, they were eaten piece by piece.
"What good idea can there be?" Mr. Feng shook his head. We can't decide for the government how to settle the refugees, so we'll just follow my brother's instructions and let everyone repair the houses first. Those who have grain should hide it separately, and those who don't should buy grain quickly. Master Cheng is training the strong men in the village. If something happens, they can take over. We still have a few good ones on our side. As long as we don't encounter a large number of refugees, it shouldn't be a problem to protect our village. As for how to help the refugees, elder brother, just wait for my arrangement. To be honest, my family has prepared some food. When the time comes, I can help anyone in the village who doesn't have enough food!”
" Brother, I…" Wang Maocai didn't know what to say. He stood up and bowed deeply, waving his arms excitedly."I won't say anything else. After this, my life is yours!”
"What do I need your life for?" Feng Nianen laughed. Use it as firewood to boil tea?"
"Haha…"
The two of them laughed loudly, and for a moment, they seemed to have forgotten about the small mountain of snow outside.
As expected, after two days of cloudy weather, there was another game. Fortunately, it only stopped after half a night. In the morning of the next day, the sun finally broke through the heavy encirclement and showed its face.
Most of the streets and alleys in the village were covered with snow, leaving only a narrow path in the middle. The ground was frozen hard, and the narrow path was naturally slippery. The adults did not dare to walk on it, but the naughty child actually held a wooden stick in each hand and slid on the path. If he was not careful, he would get into the snow pile at the side with the wooden stick. It immediately caused a burst of laughter behind him.
This joy did not last for two days. The school was cleared out and the children were sent to the school.
In the village, Uncle Cheng brought Liang and Xiaohui to train the village's strong men. They did not care about what sect they belonged to or what weapons they used. They could use wooden sticks, shovels, door bolts, or even fire pliers. It was good to be able to fight, save their lives, and run away with their wives and children at critical moments.
On the other side, Wang Maocai sent people out to scout the way every day.
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