Chapter 292 Heavy Losses
Jiang Fubao really wants to roll his eyes.
Why everyone likes to ravage her face.
"Now that the crops are destroyed, they will definitely come to bother Grandpa, and they may even ask to borrow food or money." She knew these people's nature too well.
"It's no use worrying. Your grandpa won't help them. Throwing a bun to the stray dogs is better than feeding them."
There are good people and bad people in the world.
The same is true in the village.
This place is like a small society, gathering all kinds of people.
Jiang Fubao thought in his heart.
Grandma can say this, which means she has seen through human nature.
Unlike the misery of the people on the bridge, those families who harvested the autumn harvest early were extremely fortunate.
If they had enough money and were afraid of being beaten, they would have bought a basket of firecrackers and set them off all day and all night.
This hailstorm had almost no effect on them.
It's just that the roof of a poor family is leaking.
Or the thatched roof collapsed.
Jiang Shoujia assigned these people to families whose houses were intact.
At this moment, most people in the village became united.
Some people, who normally have nothing to do with each other, start fighting as soon as they meet.
At this time, we also helped each other.
Jiang Fubao was held by his grandmother for a while, and then went back to the room to sleep.
Zhang Jinlan was worried about Jiang Shou's family, so she took her two daughters-in-law to the front of the village to help.
The rest of the people stayed at home and slept.
"Old man, what happened?" Zhang Jinlan searched for a long time at the entrance of the village before she found her husband.
She walked over and said with concern.
The road in the village was flooded up to the calves, and the lower bodies of the mother-in-law and the daughter-in-law were covered in mud and water.
Fortunately it is summer, otherwise I would definitely catch a cold.
"Why are you here? It's all wet and dirty. You should go back to sleep. I'm busy here and it will take at least until the second half of the night." Jiang Shoujia saw that their lower bodies were soaked and sent them away.
Human sorrow and joy are incompatible.
Jiang Fubao slept in his own little bed and had a good sleep all night.
Open your eyes again.
She was awakened by noises outside her home.
It sounded like someone was crying, and also like someone was screaming.
Like a zombie.
If you didn’t know, you would think she had traveled to the apocalyptic world again.
Yawning, she got out of bed, put on the clothes her mother had prepared for her, and folded last night's underwear on the bed to wear at night.
Expensive clothes cannot withstand washing, and underwear is basically changed only once every seven or eight days.
I just changed into this set of underwear before going to bed.
Because of the rain, the night was not hot at all.
The temperature dropped by more than ten degrees in an instant.
Even in the second half of the night, she would take the initiative to wrap herself in a thin blanket.
After waking up, the sun was out and the temperature was slowly rising.
It was my aunt who cooked today, and the yard has been cleaned.
The accumulated water from last night had long been drained away, but the muddy ground had not dried up yet and was still a little wet. Every step she took left small footprints behind her.
"Fubao, just sit there quietly and don't step around, or you'll get your clothes and shoes dirty." Zhu Yingqiu stopped her.
Jiang Fubao nodded obediently.
Sitting on a small chair outside the door.
Her chair was surprisingly clean.
It should be taken out after draining the water.
Her aunt brought her a basin and she brushed her teeth and washed her face.
Her mother served her another bowl of rice porridge, this time it was salty porridge, with some side dishes fried in oil.
Sour and salty, refreshing.
Very appetizing.
"We'll go to town later today. Your father, Yamato and Shigin won't be back until the middle of the night, so let them get some more sleep."
After returning home last night, Zhang Jinlan was very worried, so she tossed and turned in the room and couldn't sleep.
She felt relieved only after Jiang Shou's family members came back.
Therefore, I didn’t sleep well.
There is still some blueness under the eyes.
"Grandma, it's so noisy outside. Didn't those people cry last night? Why are they crying again?"
Jiang Fubao was eating porridge, so he didn't pout.
This kind of thing would be unpleasant for anyone.
But crying can't solve the problem.
If it was her.
The first step is to divert the water from the fields and drain them.
The second step is to pick up the good ears of corn and dry them in the sun.
The third step is to carefully pick up the brown rice that was smashed by the hail but was still edible. Either keep it for your own consumption, sell it cheaply, or exchange it for food to pay taxes. After all, the government will not accept such defective products.
The fourth step is to immediately go to the town and surrounding towns to buy food. The later it is, the more the food price will rise.
But people outside don’t think so.
They cried until midnight last night and then went home to sleep.
When I woke up and went to the ground, I found it a mess and cried even harder.
The moonlight is not as clear as the sunlight.
The day was more desperate than the night.
After dinner, my uncle and father were still not up. I looked at the sky and it should not be the beginning of the morning.
She swung her short legs and ran out to join in the fun.
As soon as I stepped over the threshold, I saw Jiang Guangyi's family being pinned to the ground and beaten.
The beating was so severe.
Some pulled people's hair, some kicked them, and some slapped them in the face.
Except for a few children, only a few escaped.
Jiang Guangyi, Chen Qiuju, Jiang Lingu and Zhou Gaier were all beaten horribly.
Jiang Guangyi covered his crotch and howled: "Stop, stop——"
"Help! Someone's being murdered!" Chen Qiuju spat out a mouthful of blood, and her hair fell to the ground.
Zhou Gaier was so scared that he cried and shouted: "Oh, I'm going to die——"
"What a bunch of unruly people, how can this be possible, ah——" Jiang Lingu wanted to act like a scholar, but no one paid any attention to him. Not only that, before he could finish his words, someone kicked him in the face, and his cheek swelled up instantly.
No matter how the four cried for help, no one came to help them.
Jiang Fubao was a little confused.
The land is flooded, why beat them?
She was not there that night.
No one saw how Jiang Guangyi led the villagers to sing a different tune from Jiang Shoujia.
The anger these people had been holding in their hearts finally found an outlet the moment they saw Jiang Guangyi's family.
No matter whether the crops can be saved or not, let’s vent our anger first.
"You beast, you will die a miserable death. My family wanted to harvest in advance, but we didn't because of what you said. Now it's raining, and my brown rice has been smashed into pieces. It's also flooded. We have to pay the grain tax immediately. Will you help me pay it?"
"God damn it! You probably want to force us to death, so you deliberately let us not accept it. My family was going to accept it too. If it weren't for you, I would have accepted it long ago. How could it end up like this? You deserve to die, you deserve to die——"
"Why doesn't God take you all away? You've done us so much harm, and you still dare to show up? We can't survive anyway, so we'll drag you along even if we die."
"I was wrong, I was really wrong. I should have listened to the clan leader. Why did I trust you, a villain? You have caused us so much trouble, Jiang Guangyi! If my family cannot survive, I will make sure your whole family pays for it! Don't even think about having an easy life. I will not let you go."
These people are crying and begging for mercy.
It was obvious that he didn't want to harvest the crops early, but now he blames all the blame on Jiang Guangyi.