Yuanyuan giggled and laughed nonstop, wanting to touch her a second time after being touched once.
Ye Wenxue chuckled; this child was bold and unafraid of strangers.
After the wildfire, the ground was covered with burnt wood. Dazhuang and the others quickly gathered a pile each, tied it with hemp rope, carried it on their shoulders with wooden sticks, and followed their mother to the valley.
Siwang, who took on the important task of raising pigs, only needed to follow along and didn't need to carry firewood.
After being out for almost a day, the children were hungry and tired, and all they wanted was to get back to the valley as soon as possible to eat and rest.
Just as she returned to the valley and before she even reached the earthen house, Ye Wenxue suddenly noticed that the wind blowing into the valley was a bit cooler.
Ye Wenxue was startled and looked up at the gray sky.
The next moment, a raindrop fell and landed right on her cheek.
"It's raining! It's raining! Mom! It's raining!" Dazhuang shouted loudly.
The drought lasted for months, crops withered and died, downstream rivers and streams almost dried up, and countless people died as a result of the drought.
As the autumn wind blew and rain fell, the drought came to an end.
Da Zhuang's face showed a mixture of crying and laughing, and he was extremely out of control.
He raised his hand to wipe away the tears that had fallen without him noticing, quickly carried the half-burnt firewood to the kitchen, and ran out almost ecstatically, jumping around happily in the increasingly dense raindrops.
Even the reserved Sanyuan couldn't help but beam with joy, joining Dazhuang in the rain, shouting and yelling wildly in the downpour:
"Mom, look, it's raining! It's raining! It's raining! Dad, it's raining..."
Fearing that Yuanyuan would catch a cold and get a fever, Ye Wenxue took Yuanyuan to hide under the eaves and went to watch with a smile as she watched several children rolling around and splashing in the rain.
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