Chapter 291 Hail

Different from the indifference of Jiang Fubao's family.

Previously, those who had not robbed the crops were almost on the verge of collapse.

This kind of hail is rarely seen in decades.

Although it may not destroy the houses, it will destroy the crops.

Plus it was raining.

Many villagers have low thresholds in their homes.

The rain was almost up to my knees.

Others lived in mud and thatched houses, whose roofs were smashed down.

They were running around everywhere like wolves, and they picked up basins to cover their heads. If this thing hit them on the head, they would probably be bleeding.

This hail and rain lasted for half an hour.

When it got dark, he stopped.

In such a short period of time, it seemed as if all the rain water that had been stored for several years was poured out in one go.

They don't even consider whether humans can bear it.

At this moment, the Jiang family has finished their meal.

Although drainage holes were dug in the yard, there was still some flooding.

Helpless, it’s raining too heavily.

But the flooded area is not high.

It just reaches the ankles.

Jiang Dahe and his son Jiang Shoujia rolled up their trousers and went out first to check the disaster situation in the village.

Jiang Meng and Jiang Cheng also followed.

A cup of tea time.

Jiang Dahe came back alone: ​​"Fortunately there was no mountain flood and the damage in the village was not serious. Dad is organizing the villagers to drain the water. Mom, you two should go to bed early. Siyin and Tongjin, you two come with me to help." He stood at the door and waved to his brother and son.

"Okay, I'll be right there," Jiang Tongjin responded quickly. He helped Qian Xile into the house, settled her down, and covered her with a thin blanket before leaving.

After a rain, the heat and summer weather completely subsided.

Then the air became humid and sticky everywhere.

The evening breeze was a little cool.

Not long after the three men left, Zhang Jinlan closed the door. Although it was possible to sleep with the door open in the village, it was quite dangerous to live at the foot of the mountain. If a wild animal came down the mountain and broke into the house, it would be the end of them.

After closing it, Jiang Shoujia and his friends can just come back and push it open.

"Grandma, why do I hear such a noise outside?"

Jiang Fubao had just finished washing herself with the help of her mother and was about to go to bed when she heard a lot of chaotic footsteps outside the door.

The little bangs on her hair had been undone.

Her short hair fell on her shoulders, with a few stubbles occasionally pricking her ears, making them itchy.

As she spoke, she would occasionally brush them away with her hands.

"Really? I'll go and take a look." Zhang Jinlan opened the door again, lifted her skirt, and stepped over the threshold. It had just rained and the threshold was covered with water. She tried her best to stretch her hips as wide as possible to avoid touching the dirty water on the threshold.

Jiang Fubao, the gossipy little girl, naturally couldn't sit still, so she followed happily.

No matter how quickly Zhang Yanzi reacted, she still couldn't catch her daughter.

Children of this age are harder to catch than pigs.

Jiang Fubao had short legs, so even if she took bigger steps, she still hit the threshold.

Not only the legs touched, but also the sleeves.

This was the inner garment her mother had just changed for her. She felt extremely guilty and didn't even dare to turn her head. She quickly ran to her grandmother and hugged her legs.

"Grandma, Grandma, I want a hug~"

This is Jiang Fubao's "golden ticket to immunity from death", which he has used repeatedly but to no avail.

Zhang Yanzi, who came out later, was a step late.

She glared at her daughter.

Jiang Fubao stuck out his tongue and didn't look at his mother again.

She slowly turned her head and looked across the bridge with her grandmother.

The dark clouds faded.

The bright moonlight illuminated the entire farmland.

In the evening, the unharvested fields, originally heavy with ears of corn, had already bent and were swaying back and forth in the wind, as abstract as the inflatable cartoon figures at the entrance of a modern supermarket.

Now it is chaos.

The ears of corn were no longer visible; only the tattered remains of the crops floating on the water.

Coupled with the rain, the low-lying fields were directly flooded and turned into a big river.

Those villagers who went against grandpa stood on the bridge and cried as if their father had died.

"Oh my God, you are going to kill us——"

"I can't survive. My whole family depends on the food from the autumn harvest. Now it's all over, all over..."

"What should I do? Everything is flooded. Why didn't I harvest the crops earlier? Why?!"

"Someone come save my brown rice——"

There was a lot of wailing.

Some roared, some cried that their fate was unfair, and some cried that God wanted to kill them.

And the old woman who didn't care about her image and sat on the ground.

They wiped their snot and tears and sang opera.

If you listen carefully, you can actually hear a tune.

Jiang Fubao couldn't help but hum along.

It sounds quite nice.

It's a shame that these people were too busy wailing to hear her, otherwise they would have cursed her to death.

"You deserve it. You didn't listen to Grandpa back then. Do you regret it now? At this rate, even if the rainwater drains away, the damaged ears of corn will sprout and become moldy. They are completely inedible. How could the government accept them? I'm afraid they will have to pay out of their own pockets to buy grain in the town~"

After a while, all the members of the Jiang family came out of the house.

Jiang Tongshui is happy when disaster strikes.

"Third brother, what did you just say? Why do you need to buy food? Just pay the fine."

Jiang Fubao looked at his third cousin with doubts.

Logically speaking, if corvée labor could be paid in silver, then grain taxes should also be paid in silver.

Why do we have to go through all the trouble of buying food and handing it over?

Just use silver to pay for food.

"I don't know either. Anyway, the government only takes grain, not money."

Jiang Fubao seemed to understand what he said.

She didn't ask any more questions.

It's none of her business anyway.

We can only mourn for these villagers.

Since Jiangjia Village was hit so hard by the disaster, it is estimated that other villages are not much better.

If the rain and hail had covered a larger area, I'm afraid the surrounding towns would have seen the same scene.

By then, no one will be able to hand over food.

The rush to buy food has squeezed my head.

The price of grain will definitely increase significantly.

Merchants are profit-oriented. Since ancient times, there are countless people who have made a fortune without getting rich.

According to what Jiang Fubao heard, if they met a better county magistrate, he would put some pressure on the grain store for the sake of the people.

The official above them.

Definitely not a good official.

There was a bit of greed in it, but she didn't know how much.

Don't collude with the grocery store owner and try to make money together, or you'll be finished.

Anyway, he was the one in charge of the county and sealed off three towns. Even if hundreds of people starved to death, the news would not get out. This kind of thing has happened before.

"Oh~" Jiang Fubao sighed. These people really started crying too early.

If you want to cry, you should do so on the day you pay the grain tax.

"Hey, our Fubao can also sigh, what are you upset about? Our grain has been harvested a long time ago. I just went to check and it didn't get wet at all. The grain is all piled up in the newly built house, and not a drop of rain leaked on the roof."

Jiang Tongshui scratched his sister's face with his index finger.

The chubby cheeks bounced twice, “duangduang——”.