Chapter 290 It’s raining heavily
"Oh, our Fubao even knows Leigong and Dianmu. It seems that Fubao was really a fairy in her previous life. I just don't know what our Fubao is responsible for in the sky? Is it to weave clouds and colorful clouds, or to plant flowers and grass?"
Sun Pingmei's eyes lit up.
She made a bold guess.
I kept fantasizing about it in my mind, but unfortunately, my chubby little niece could not be associated with the incredibly beautiful fairy.
I don’t know if there are food houses in the fairy world. Maybe my niece is a cook in a food house.
The more I think about it, the more exaggerated it becomes.
Sun Pingmei's eyes were dull and her thoughts were wandering until she was brought back by her mother-in-law's voice.
"Okay, why are you asking so many questions? Let Eryong come over and take the bamboo tubes and bamboo sticks from the oxcart. Siyin, go and light the stove."
After assigning tasks to her sons, Zhang Jinlan went in holding her granddaughter's hand.
No matter whether the granddaughter was a fairy in her previous life.
He will be Zhang Jinlan's little baby all his life.
As long as she is alive, she will always protect her granddaughter.
The grandfather and grandson looked at each other.
Jiang Fubao raised his head and smiled.
Today, Jiang's Snack Shop was as busy as before. During the afternoon break, Zhang Jinlan went to the grocery store to buy some food and had it delivered to her door.
Not much was bought.
It simply filled up a room in the backyard of the shop.
But Jiangjia Village is different.
Two days had already passed, and the half who had not harvested any crops were almost laughing at those who had harvested early, bringing them to tears.
As a result, these people dare not even leave their homes.
"Grandpa, what if it doesn't rain? Will you blame my sister?" Jiang Tongji lay on his grandfather's knees, his chubby face full of worry.
"No, Grandpa believed Fubao. If anyone is to blame, it is Grandpa, not Fubao. After all, she only had a dream, in which she dreamed that rain was bad for us, and Phoenix happened to say the same thing.
So Grandpa will take this responsibility, and it has nothing to do with Fubao. When your sister comes back, you can’t say this. Fubao is smart, and if she hears this, she will easily overthink and be unhappy. "
Jiang Shoujia touched his grandson's head and spoke in a gentle tone.
"Well, I won't tell you, as long as Grandpa doesn't blame Fubao. She likes to cry, and I don't want my sister to cry."
Jiang Tongji breathed a sigh of relief and felt relieved.
He jumped and skipped to play with his younger brothers and sisters.
If Jiang Fubao were here, she would find that Jiang Tongji is much more lively now than when she first came here.
There is some truth to the saying that children from poor families have to grow up early.
The rain didn't come after all.
In the afternoon, the Jiang family's ox cart returned to the village.
Greeting many people's gazes.
Everyone was laughing at them.
Zhang Jinlan just pretended not to see it.
She hugged her granddaughter and patted her back gently.
Jiang Fubao's originally anxious heart suddenly calmed down.
Yes, if it doesn’t happen, then it doesn’t happen.
It didn't delay anything. At most, I could buy more bamboo tubes in the future to compensate those villagers who listened to my grandfather.
It's not worth it to not eat well or sleep well for such a small matter.
Once she figured it out, she felt relieved.
Tonight, grandma bought some meat. It was fresh pork that had been slaughtered this morning. She put it directly in a basin and hung it in the well.
This won't go bad.
Cut into thin slices, add chili peppers, and stir-fry the spicy pork belly.
Add loofah and egg soup, as well as the common summer dishes of cold cucumber and stir-fried seasonal vegetables.
Tonight's meal is ready.
The whole family sat in the yard, holding their bowls and wolfing down the food.
Jiang Fubao was eating so much that his head was shaking and his legs couldn't help swinging.
"Fubao, isn't it spicy?" The peppers today seemed to be particularly spicy. Even Qian Xile, who loved spicy food the most, gasped because of the spiciness.
"It's not spicy!" Jiang Fubao's face turned red.
For the sake of face, she would rather die than say it was not spicy.
But in the next second, he picked up the bowl of soup and took a big gulp.
"Hey, didn't Fubao say it wasn't spicy? Why did you suddenly drink the soup?" Jiang Tongjin raised his eyebrows and teased.
"I, I'm thirsty! Thirsty!"
Jiang Fubao continued to be stubborn.
A real girl is not afraid of spicy food!
She just refused to admit it.
The adults all smiled and said nothing, and no one exposed her.
Jiang Meng and Jiang Cheng, who were sitting at the table next to them, had already started eating their second bowl of rice.
Decades ago, they had never enjoyed such a good meal.
This is refined rice, and some masters are reluctant to eat it every day.
They can eat one bowl after another until they are full.
In addition, the Jiang family was always laughing and talking, which made the two of them happy and they ate more happily.
It would be too extravagant to feed servants with refined rice and meat, but even though the Jiang family was stingy and selfish, Jiang Meng and Jiang Cheng had signed a death contract, and unless something unexpected happened, they would not leave the Jiang family until they died. In this way, even if they were most of the Jiang family, it would be okay for them to eat the same meal.
What's more, Zhang Jinlan is quite satisfied with these two guys.
Although he eats a lot, he is also very hardworking and never complains.
The two of them no longer have any relatives in this world.
She gave them all the kindness she had left in her heart when dealing with these poor people.
The atmosphere in the yard is very warm.
But halfway through the meal, Jiang Fubao suddenly felt a chill on his head.
"Patta, patta——" accompanied by a sound like water dripping.
"Which stinky bird shit on my head——"
Jiang Fubao bared his teeth, raised his head and cursed loudly, not even thinking about the rain.
However, the next second after she finished cursing, she felt a chill on her face.
"Oh no, it's raining. Hurry, move the table to the main room to prevent the food from getting wet."
The rain seemed to understand what we say.
As Zhang Jinlan's voice fell.
The rain got much heavier.
When we arrived at the main hall.
Everyone was more or less damp.
They protected the food and continued eating without caring about their clothes.
The rain outside was getting heavier.
There is no sign of stopping.
Fortunately, they put the brown rice on the wooden racks and dug the ditches in the afternoon.
The yard was flooded, but the water was not deep and could not reach the threshold, so it flowed away through a hole in the corner.
"Fortunately, the rain is not too heavy. Once it stops, it won't delay the autumn harvest."
Jiang Siyin's mouth seemed to be blessed.
In just one second, there was a "crackling" sound outside.
Jiang Fubao no longer had any appetite.
Her round eyes were wide open.
Oh my god.
This is not raining, it's hail!
Who is so kind that it hails in the middle of summer?
And they were not small. The ice beads on the ground were as big as her eyes.
Even the roof was smashed with bangs.
Fortunately, a new house was built at that time.
The roof is covered with straw for insulation.
It can block some of the gravity and prevent hail from hitting the tiles and breaking them.
But any bigger will be useless.
Fortunately, God didn't want her to be killed by the roof.
The hail remained the same size as an eye and just kept falling.