Chapter 289 Stockpiling

"Well, that's fine, you two can each take one acre, okay?"

"Wow, the village chief is so generous~"

"Patriarch, may you be blessed--"

As they were talking, they began to daydream.

But when Jiang Eryong arrived in the town, he was in dire straits.

Saw the notice posted in front of the shop.

Zhang Jinlan kicked him twice on the butt.

The force is so strong that it hurts just looking at it.

This was done in the street and in front of customers lining up.

Jiang Eryong was so embarrassed that he wanted to hide in the ground.

Zhang Jinlan did not expose him at the door, but pinched his ear and went to the backyard.

"Your grandpa has been dead for many years, and you still drag him out for a walk. If I tell your dad, you will never get your ass back."

Zhang Jinlan didn't look happy. She stared at Jiang Eryong and threatened him.

"Mother, my dear mother, I just want to get away. What else can I say except this excuse? I can't tell them that I'm going home to harvest the crops? They will think I'm crazy. I'm leaving a good business to harvest crops that can't even be sold for three or two ounces.

I have no choice but to use my grandfather as an excuse. Please don’t tell my father. If I beg you, my father will definitely spank my butt. My dear mother, my dear mother——"

Although Zhang Jinlan was very fierce, she raised her children and never really hit them.

Jiang Shoujia, who seems to have a good temper, is the most brutal one.

When Jiang Eryong was twelve years old, he went hunting in the mountains with others, but they didn't catch any insects and got lost.

If Jiang Shoujia hadn't gone up the mountain with a torch to look for him, I'm afraid they would not have been able to get out.

In the deep mountains at night, you can't see your hand in front of you.

If you are unlucky, you might miss a step and fall off the cliff and die.

Or if you encounter a wild beast or something, your life may be in danger.

In short, no matter what, it's a life-or-death situation.

That night, he and several of his companions were beaten badly by their family.

Jiang Eryong suffered the most because he was hung on a persimmon tree in the front yard and beaten by Jiang Shoujia.

His body was covered with red marks.

It took a year for the mark to disappear.

After that beating, he never dared to sneak into the mountains again.

"Look at how anxious you are. Go and greet the guests." Zhang Jinlan rolled her eyes.

In fact, it doesn't matter what she said. The head of the family won't be angry about these little things.

He only gets angry when it concerns the life of his child.

Since the shop was closed yesterday, there are especially many customers today.

Jiang Dahao worked until the evening before driving the ox cart home.

Jiang Eryong and Sun Pingmei also stayed in the shop again.

The autumn harvest has been completed and there is no need to work anymore. Now we just have to wait for the rain.

If there really is a flood, I'm afraid we'll have to rely on ox carts to transport all the food to the town.

When we returned to the village, it was just getting dark.

Different from the tension I felt yesterday.

The villagers who had finished the autumn harvest early were already leisurely enjoying the cool air at their doorsteps.

However, Jiang Fubao had sharp eyes and noticed that there was a hint of nervousness in their expressions.

I guess they are afraid that it won’t rain, and they are also afraid that it will rain too heavily.

As for those who did not rush to harvest, they were very relaxed. They had no worries and just waited for the autumn harvest.

Today is the day to send bamboo tubes and bamboo sticks.

Not long after dinner, Jiang Fubao saw that the yard was crowded with people.

There is also Widow Liu.

Jiang Shoujia also saw her.

He walked over, stood in front of Widow Liu and said, "My family doesn't want your bamboo tube. Leave."

This is a very thoughtful statement.

If it were Jiang Fubao, I would just want to say "get out of here" to her.

"Based on, based on what?" Widow Liu asked knowingly. She was not justified and felt weak. Jiang Zhuzi followed behind her and felt a little embarrassed.

"What are you talking about? What did I say the night before? Do you think what I said is bullshit? Hurry up and leave. Don't force me to chase you away."

Jiang Shoujia was too lazy to waste time talking to a widow.

He waved his right hand.

Jiang Cheng and Jiang Meng stood over, one on the left and one on the right.

Replaced the former Jiang Dahe and Jiang Eryong.

"Huh, who cares?" Widow Liu didn't dare to say more.

Only after leaving the Jiang family did she dare to curse.

"Mom, you see, I told you they wouldn't harvest. Yesterday I might as well have joined the others in the autumn harvest. Now the only source of income for the family is gone."

Jiang Zhuzi was a little annoyed.

God is like this.

The brown rice yield from the fields must be very low.

What's the use of just these? He had promised Xiaotao that he would buy her a jade hairpin.

If he continues like this, he won't be able to save enough money to buy a hairpin in a year.

Different from Jiang Zhuzi outside.

The villagers who received the bamboo tube money finally showed a look of joy on their faces.

Just as they were about to leave, Jiang Shoujia couldn't help but mention it.

"If it really rains heavily, you'd better go to town tomorrow and use your spare money to buy more food. After the rain, food will definitely be more expensive."

Jiang Shoujia, who has lived for almost half his life, is full of experience.

Those who came to deliver bamboo tubes and bamboo sticks were easy to talk to, and he didn't even remind others to hold them.

"Okay, I'll go to town to buy it tomorrow."

Wang Taohua was the first to agree.

The second is Ma Chunxia.

As Zhang Jinlan's loyal lackeys, they were bound to take the lead.

A small number of the remaining people agreed, but most felt that it was just the autumn harvest and there was no need to buy.

Jiang Shoujia didn't care much about it, since he had conveyed his message anyway.

Have a good night.

When I woke up again, it was already the third day.

Jiang Fubao closed her eyes and brushed her teeth. She didn't wake up until the water touched her face.

"Why isn't it raining today?"

Zhu Yingqiu stood in the yard, looking up and muttering to herself.

Jiang Fubao was also a little anxious, but she believed that Feng Huang would not lie to her.

The phoenix that came back to report the news last time has flown away again. No one knows where it has gone.

The gate was open, and the villagers passing by their homes or going to the fields all stretched their heads to look at them.

He was still mumbling something.

It's nothing more than a sarcastic remark, you don't have to guess what it is.

Jiang Fubao thought to himself.

She turned her head and glanced at her grandma and grandpa.

They were seen eating porridge in their bowls without showing any sign of panic.

The two of them sat there like a stabilizing force. As long as they were there, Jiang Fubao felt at ease, as if even if the sky fell, she had grandma and grandpa to hold it up. She no longer thought about the rain.

As for the ears of corn, they still need to be exposed to the sun.

Facing the golden morning glow, Jiang Fubao set off on an ox cart.

As she passed by the village path, she found that almost all the villagers she met were looking at them.

The schadenfreude in his eyes could not be concealed at all.

After arriving at the shop.

As soon as Sun Pingmei opened the door, she hugged Jiang Fubao and asked, "My dear Fubao, why hasn't it rained yet? It's so strange."

Logically speaking, it's already the third day.

Phoenix said at the beginning that it would be two days at the latest.

Either the rain is late or it doesn't rain at all.

Jiang Fubao didn't know, so she said casually: "Maybe Lei Gong and Dian Mu overslept."