It’s more like a dream than a warning.
The dream was like a movie, acting out what was going to happen, but the actor wasn't me, and there wasn't anyone I knew.
But Wen Xi felt that the place in her dream was right here.
The dream foretells three years of famine, followed by one year of flooding and two years of pestilence.
And now is the first year, and it is also the first year of famine, the most comfortable year. It is not drought, but locusts.
The following year was a drought, and people only had a respite when heavy snow came in winter.
The third year was followed by an even more severe drought.
The dream gave no clue as to the exact time or how bad the situation was.
But the number of refugees in the dream increased. As time went on, they even began to eat human flesh and lost their moral integrity. People were displaced, some died, some were injured. More people joined the ranks of refugees, joined the banditry, and joined the uprising.
It is no exaggeration to say that the entire Great Chu Dynasty was riddled with holes.
Wen Xi emerged from the dream without warning, feeling like a fish out of water. She held onto the side of the coffin and breathed in deep gulps of fresh air. She felt like she had been pulled out of the water, soaking wet.
The tentacled coffin felt slightly warm. It had been ice-cold ever since I entered! What was going on?
If you can’t figure it out, just stop thinking about it.
I no longer had the energy to reflect on the good life, and returned to my room and quilt in a daze.
He didn't get up to change into clean clothes, nor did he make any other moves. He just stared blankly at the ceiling with his eyes wide open.
I thought in despair, "So the car accident wasn't the worst misfortune, nor was the house raiding, nor was the exile, nor was poverty. And there's another famine? What evil things did I do in my past life that I can't even live a good day?"
How could anyone sleep in such a catastrophe that was as if the sky were falling? Wen Xi stayed awake almost until dawn.
I asked my master for three days off, and today is the second day.
But I no longer have the initial excitement. Seeing my mother and the others smiling even while working, I feel a little lost. How can I bear to destroy such a beautiful moment?
Then let's keep it a secret for now! Do your best and leave the rest to fate!
Mao was stoking a fire and heating up some rice when she looked up and saw her daughter standing there listlessly with a very unhappy expression. She quickly dropped the branch she was about to throw into the fire and dusted off her hands.
Walking over quickly, my first reaction was to touch my forehead:
"What's wrong? You don't have a fever? Why do you look so bad?"
Wen Xi forced a smile:
"Maybe I'm used to sleeping with Mom. I can't sleep in the new house."
Mao was relieved when he heard this and patted her:
"You're useless. If your brother heard you, he'd laugh at you. Hurry up and wash up, it's time for dinner."
"whee……"
A little head was sticking out of the doorway, teasing my elder sister and laughing at the same time.
Wen Xi walked over and patted him on the head, then raised her arm and took him to wash his face.
Breakfast was a simple steamed bun and mixed vegetables left over from last night. After being here for so long, Mao and Xiangye finally learned how to steam the buns.
Wen Xi broke the bun open, picked up a piece of wild vegetables with chopsticks, took a bite, and savored the delicious food that was about to disappear. She said:
"Mom, I think we should dig a well. The village well is too far away. You can't draw water, and you can't always ask Brother Qiangzi for help."
Mao nodded:
"Well, we should definitely consider digging a well. I still have a few taels of silver left from building the house. That should be enough. I'll go ask Qiangzi later and see where to find someone."
"Mom, there's a cellar. I want to dig one in the house. It would be convenient for us to store some things secretly, right?"
Xiangye is puzzled:
"Aren't people's cellars in the yard? If they get it into the house, won't everything get spoiled?"
Wen Xi scratched her head. How could she explain that she wanted to secretly store some food?
"Uh, I'm not putting cabbages and radishes in there. I'm planning to put some... yeah, the box from my mother's room in there. It's hard to tell where those things of ours came from, and it would be bad if someone came to visit and found them."
Mao reluctantly accepted Wen Xi's explanation. "If you don't accept it, she'll keep pestering you." It's just a small cellar, it won't cost much. Mao didn't want to engage in a battle of wits with her daughter any longer.
After making the cellar, she remembered that they should start a vegetable garden at home. So after finishing her meal, Mao hurried to say hello to Fang Qiang, and then came back to start a vegetable garden with Xiangye in the backyard.
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