Chapter 97: Rain

Zhao Yeqing had been considering the possibility of taking the sheep back since the rain started.

Before the problems set aside for returning home were solved, new problems arose.

The radio, which had been silent for several months, finally had sound.

'A red rainstorm warning is issued when rainfall will reach more than 100 mm within 3 hours, or has reached more than 100 mm and the rainfall is likely to continue.

Relevant departments shall carry out emergency response and rescue work for rainstorms in accordance with their duties; stop outdoor and high-altitude operations, and do a good job in the prevention and rescue of disasters such as mountain torrents, landslides, and mud-rock flows.'

Although they were in the mountains, there was no way to get rescue.

But every time she heard the radio, she was assured that the country was still working hard and there was still hope.

It had rained for more than ten days in a row, and the already dilapidated cabin had begun to fail under the ravages of the strong wind, especially the tool shed, where a creaking sound could be heard from the wooden boards.

If this collapses, not only will there be no place to live, but all the hay will be washed away.

But there was no material left at home to repair the house.

Mu Xi took out the axe and saw from the tool room and said, "You stay at home and watch. I'll go chop some wood."

In order to support the house, the leeward side of the house must be supported by wooden piles.

It was clearly daytime at noon, but the sky was darker than midnight. The sky seemed to be splashed with thick black ink, and the clouds were rolling and heavy, as if they were about to press down on people.

Sometimes a bright streak of purple or white would appear, and in that moment of illumination, it would give tiny humans a glimpse of the turbulence of nature as if by alms.

Just a glimpse of the corner made me feel a little suffocated.

Compared with the previous high temperature, it was at this moment that Zhao Yeqing truly felt the thundering power of nature.

Human beings are so insignificant.

She wanted to hold Mu Xi back, but she felt that if she went, she would be buried in the thick ink.

But they have to go, because without the shelter their situation will become even more difficult.

Running away will not solve the problem.

Zhao Yeqing held Mu Xi's arm, his eyes firm, "Together!"

Mu Xi stared at her for a few seconds, then reached out and held her hand.

"Walk!"

The two men went around to the back of the house, placed all the tools on a cart, and dragged the cart towards the woods.

The direction of the forest was downwind, and the raindrops hit the back of their heads. The two of them pulled the cart and felt like they were being pushed forward by the wind.

The forest was littered with broken branches and leaves, and the wind blew through the forest, making a creepy whistling sound.

There are four houses, and only the side that is about to collapse needs support from at least two trees.

Mu Xi cut down a tree, and Zhao Yeqing quickly cut the tree into pieces with a saw.

The birch tree was not very thick, but it was not easy to saw in half. Zhao Yeqing was terrified that a lightning strike would kill them both.

The saw in his hand was pulled very quickly.

My hands were almost broken from sawing off two pieces of wood.

Mu Xi moved quickly. After chopping down the tree, he took the saw from Zhao Yeqing.

"I'll do it, and you go chop off the branch of that tree."

The grass under my feet was filled with water, and the already soft grass now felt like it was sinking with every step I took.

Originally the branches were to be taken back and used as firewood, but now there was no time to worry about that and they were all thrown aside after being chopped off.

It is much easier to chop branches using the momentum from top to bottom.

As soon as the branches were chopped off, Mu Xi came over to saw the tree.

Both trees were chosen to be about 15 centimeters in diameter, so they would not be difficult to move even if they were cut into sections.

Zhao Yeqing carried the top of a tree trunk and loaded it onto a cart.

From fine to coarse, it is much more efficient.

When Mu Xi finished sawing, only the two thickest sections at the bottom of the two trees were left.

The two men worked together to carry the tree trunk onto the car and tied it up with ropes.

There was also a rope tied to the front of the cart. Mu Xi stood in front of the cart, put the rope around his body, grabbed the handrails on both sides and walked forward.

Zhao Yeqing was pushing the cart from behind, and the two of them worked together and the cart began to move forward.

Going back is harder than coming here.

I walked forward against the wind, and every time I lifted my foot with a step, my body would stagger a little because of the wind.

The rain was blown directly by the wind and hit my face like pebbles.

Zhao Yeqing lowered her head to avoid the rain and pushed the cart hard. The rain poured down from the top of her head, blurring her eyes and making it impossible for her to open them.

There was a loud thunder in the sky that echoed through the mountains and forests, and the dazzling white light made her tremble all over.

I prayed to all the gods I remembered in my mind.

Fortunately, the believer had lived an upright life and was able to help the two return home safely.

The meadow is always windy, so the original owner dug a fairly deep foundation for the cottage's walls. The walls are made of logs and are heavy, so they have held up to this day, and beams were nailed on top for reinforcement.

The cut wood is used to support this beam.

The wind blew from the west, and all the wood was pushed against the east side of each room.

The main house has the largest area. There are three wooden beams supporting the wall. The wood is quite long, and the end that touches the ground is deeply inserted into the ground.

The two returned to the house soaked to the skin.

Mu Xi wiped the water off her face with a towel and said, "Change your clothes first. I'll go boil some hot water."

Zhao Yeqing took off his wet clothes, dried himself, and changed into a set of long-sleeved clothes.

I wiped my hair and walked along the eaves to the kitchen.

"I'm fine, go change your clothes."

Before Mu Xi left, he pointed at the two pots and said, "This big pot is hot water. Wash your hair again with the hot water. I've brought you the shampoo. The small pot is ginger soup. It needs to be boiled for a while."

Zhao Yeqing agreed and obediently wiped his body with hot water. The current conditions did not allow him to get sick.

There was an enamel basin next to the fire pit, and shampoo was also placed there.

I scooped a ladle of hot water and mixed it with some cold water to wash my hair. Then there was a knock on the door.

"Enter!"

Mu Xi came in with a dry towel in his hand, "Wipe it with this."

The towel in Zhao Yeqing's hand became wet after he used the hot water to wipe his body, so he took the dry towel and wiped his hair.

The fire in the fire pit gradually dispelled the coolness of the body and slowly warmed up.

Mu Xi took another basin, poured hot water into it, and tested the water temperature with his hand. "Soak your feet, it's a little hot."

Soaking feet to prevent colds is a family tradition. The old people always say, if you have money, buy medicine, and if you don’t have money, soak your feet.

Zhao Yeqing has been soaking his feet with his grandmother since he was a child, and his tolerance for hot water is the best among his peers.

His feet were soaked red, but he didn't even frown.

Her roommate who took a shower behind her said her skin was almost scalded and peeled off.

If the water temperature wasn't too hot and bad for her skin and scalp, she would have soaked directly in the hot water.

After soaking your feet, lift them up and place them on the edge of the basin to dry.

The sound of rain outside the window is still the same as always.

Mu Xi looked at the pot of boiling ginger soup. There was a small crack from somewhere, and a breeze came in, making the fire in the fire pit jump continuously.

His face also flickered in the firelight.

Zhao Yeqing suddenly felt a little relieved for no reason.