Chapter 47 Rain
A sudden rain temporarily put the planned search of Yanxi Village on hold.
At the beginning, it was just a drizzle, which stopped after a brief taste.
After a while, the drizzle turned into moderate rain, and then into heavy rain.
Dark clouds were sweeping across the sky, and it looked like there was no sign of them dispersing.
It was as if a hole had been poked in the sky, or as if the sky felt it had owed enough rain for so long and now wanted to make up for it all at once.
Everyone rushed to put all the containers that could hold things on the street.
Pots, pans, cups, boxes, and tiles with a slight curve are all used. Never miss any opportunity to store water.
No one can guarantee how long this rain will last. What if it rains this time and the next time comes several months later? That would be really terrible.
The men took off their clothes and ran in the rain, treating it as a natural shower.
When they were tired of running, they lay on the ground with their mouths open, letting the rain water pour into their mouths until their stomachs were full.
The woman was much more reserved, washing her dry, tangled and greasy hair in the rain with her clothes on.
He took a wooden basin to collect water and planned to take it back home for a good bath.
During the days when Ding Hao was here, they even had trouble getting drinking water. After Mo Fei came, although they could fetch water from the ancient well, the water supply was limited, and they were reluctant to use it to wash their hair and faces. If their hair was too dirty, they would cut it off. If their face was dirty, they would find a piece of cloth and dip it in a little waste water to wipe the dirty places, seeking psychological comfort.
This desire for rain cannot be understood by those who have not experienced extremely high temperatures for several months.
They watched their loved ones die of heat stroke, watched fields become barren and crops rot, and watched the world go from prosperity to decline.
Mo Zhicheng sat in a recliner under the eaves, fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan.
There was a chess table in front of him, and standing opposite him was Mo Jianian.
"How come you don't even know how to play chess? I'll criticize your mother later. Come on, I'll teach you. The horse moves in the square shape and the elephant moves in the field shape."
Mo Zhicheng couldn't find anyone to play chess with, so he taught his grandson.
Mo Jianian had indeed never played chess. After he learned to read and write, he spent his time either on homework and self-study, or on doing housework and taking care of his younger sister.
"What's so difficult about this..." Mo Jianian identified the chess pieces and said with his head down.
"Good boy. Do you recognize the words on it? Grandpa will teach you." Mo Zhicheng picked up a car like a teacher, "This one is pronounced ju."
Mo Jianian listened carefully to his grandfather explaining the function and moves of each chess piece, nodding as he listened.
"We can start now." Mo Jianian sat down after listening.
"Okay, okay, I'll teach you slowly in actual combat. Playing chess requires tactics."
Mo Zhicheng just thought that his grandson was impatient and said nonchalantly.
As expected, Mo Jianian lost three games in a row at the beginning, which made Mo Zhicheng laugh so hard that he fell forward and backward.
Song Yi scolded him for bullying a child and being shameless, but Mo Zhicheng still wanted to argue with her.
But after three rounds, the person with a frown on his face became Mo Zhicheng.
Song Yi stood aside and kept laughing, encouraging her grandson.
The game between the grandfather and grandson was in full swing. Mo Jianian pressed forward step by step, killing Mo Zhicheng so hard that he lost all his weapons and slapped his thigh.
"General, Grandpa, I won."
Mo Jianian looked up, with a hint of pride on his face.
"No, no, it doesn't count." Mo Zhicheng stood up and stared at the chessboard.
I just can't understand how Mo Jianian managed to save Zhao from Wei.
"Dad, you are too old to play tricks."
Mo Fei came out of the kitchen with a few cups of steaming drinks and shouted to another room, "Jia Yue, stop reading comics and come and have a drink."
"Here I come." After hearing the voice, Mo Jiayue put down the rabbit comic in her hand and rushed out holding the little bear.
Song Yi specially picked out a pink rabbit headband for Mo Jiayue, and a puffy skirt printed with pink rabbits and moons, dressing Mo Jiayue up like a little moon rabbit.
After Mo Fei distributed the cups of bayberry and lychee drinks to his family, he prepared to go to the kitchen to bring another plate to Lin Jiyuan and others next door.
"Do you guys want to come over and get it?" Mo Fei shouted towards the next yard.
In the other yard, Lin Jiye and two other men were playing shirtless in the rain.
The only one missing was Lin Jiyuan.
I think it’s because this person is much older than my younger brother and has a calm personality, so he wouldn’t do such a reckless thing.
"Here we go!" the three people responded in unison.
"Wait a minute." Lin Jiye called out to Lan Chengyin and Peng Yuan.
The three of them put on the wet clothes next to them before coming over.
"Isn't it uncomfortable to wear wet clothes? Don't catch a cold." Song Yi said worriedly.
Although they had not spent much time together, she liked these children more and more and already treated them as her nephews.
Naturally, we also care about their food, clothing, housing and transportation.
Lin Jiye smiled, showing his white teeth: "It's okay, it's okay."
It's one thing for them to play shirtless in the yard, but when you come to someone else's house, especially when there are girls at that house, you still have to be careful about how they feel.
The bayberry and lychee drink that Mo Fei made today was made with ingredients stored in her space.
A total of fifteen servings were made, using three pounds of bayberry, fifty or so thin-skinned lychees, a lemon, and adding rock sugar and space water.
The base is made of red bayberry juice, with white large lychee pulp and ice cubes.
In order to make it look better, Mo Fei put a small piece of mint leaf on it, which made it look particularly beautiful when served in a white porcelain bowl.
After taking a sip, the sour taste of bayberry and the sweetness of lychee pulp blend perfectly, which is sour, sweet and refreshing and will whet your appetite.
A serving of this iced drink would have sold for at least 15 yuan at a night market stall before the disaster.
Of course, I’m afraid you can’t even buy it for 1,500 yuan now.
The purchasing power of money has dropped to an infinitely low level in a few months.
"Wow, it's so delicious." Mo Jiayue blinked as she drank, "Mom, I want another bowl."
"Okay. There's still plenty in the kitchen. I'll get you more after you finish."
"Sister Mo, I want a bowl too!" Lin Jiye also shouted, imitating Mo Jiayue's tone and acting coquettishly.
Lan Chengyin and Peng Yuan were so disgusted that they got goosebumps all over their bodies.
"Okay. I made extra today on purpose." Mo Fei nodded.
Mo Zhicheng took a sip, pulled Song Yi into the kitchen and muttered, "Do you think Lin Jiye is interested in our daughter?"
Song Yi was drinking heavily and almost choked on her husband's words: "How did you know that?"
"Don't you think he is very attached to our daughter?" Mo Zhicheng boldly expressed his judgment.
"..." Song Yi looked at her husband and thought there was something wrong with him. "Obviously, he is obsessed with the food Feifei made."
"Really?" Mo Zhicheng didn't expect that he would guess wrong.
"I'm too lazy to talk to you." Song Yi rolled his eyes.
She didn't know what was wrong with her husband. She looked around among the young men in the town, hoping to find a partner for her daughter and a stepfather for Jianian and Jiayue.
Don't you think that being together as a relationship is based on fate?
Their Feifei is very different now than before. She can definitely make her own decisions and won't be easily deceived. Why are they still worrying about it?
Mo Fei didn't know what the old couple talked about in the kitchen. If he knew, he would probably spit out blood.
She waited for Lin Jiye and the other two to finish drinking before handing them a packaged bayberry and lychee drink: "Take it back to Lin Jiyuan."
"Okay, I'll give it to him when my brother comes back." Lin Jiye said, wiping the corner of his mouth.
"Where has he gone?"
"I heard that he was going to hunt cattle. He left too early and I didn't hear clearly." Lin Jiye continued.
"..." Mo Fei was silent.
It rained all day, and without the scorching sun, the air was filled with a slightly cool and damp feeling.
Mo Fei held up an umbrella and walked towards the town government, climbing all the way to the tallest building of the town government.
From the highest building, one could observe the area several miles around Hexi Town, where there were still dozens of zombies wandering aimlessly on the roads.
Mo Fei went there to see the dried-up Sui River nearby.
The heavy rain continued to pour into the river, and it would not take long for the water to accumulate again.
Mo Fei looked at the sky worriedly.
She is very scared.
Does this rain indicate the end of the extreme temperature disaster?
Or does it indicate the coming of a natural disaster like a flood?
If the constant heavy rain lasts for three months like the high temperature, they will be doomed without a big ship.
Fortunately, she had life jackets and two lifeboats in her space.
Mo Fei thought to himself.
You can also temporarily take shelter in a lifeboat before finding a new place to stay.
Mo Fei was lost in thought when he suddenly saw a familiar black RV speeding towards him through the rain.
When Lin Jiyuan drove back home, Mo Fei was already picking celery under the eaves. One of the dishes on the dinner menu was stir-fried beef with celery.
This dish can be regarded as the golden combination in the stir-fry world, especially when eaten with rice.
"Fried celery tonight?" Lin Jiyuan asked across the wall.
"Fried dried tofu will work too." Mo Fei thought about it.
"Let's stir-fry the beef." Lin Jiyuan raised his knife and cut the beef in half.
Half of it would be given to Mo Fei as their food expenses, and the other half he would bake with pine branches to make jerky, which he would then hang under the beam.
When Lin Jiye and the other two heard the noise, they came out to help, screaming one after another, and they were simply full of admiration for Lin Jiyuan.
There was an animal's corpse in Lin Jiyuan's trunk, but the head was missing.
Lin Jiyuan explained: "The mutant buffalo's head is too big to fit in the car. I will go again when the rain stops."
"Will this rain really stop?" Mo Fei patted the broken leaves on his hands after picking the celery.
Lin Jiyuan and Lin Jiye placed the huge half cow in front of Mo Fei.
Lin Jiyuan understood what Mo Fei meant. He looked into the distance, and water flowed from his head to the ground: "Do your best."
The sentence after doing one's best is to leave the rest to fate, but he is not the kind of person who leaves the rest to fate, and he knows Mo Fei is not the same.
Mo Fei was planning to ask someone to cut wood nearby to build a boat. Unexpectedly, the rain stopped after three full days.
After the rain, the sky cleared up and there was even a rare rainbow.
After three days of rain, the water level of the Sui River gradually returned to its previous level.
The water level in the ancient well has risen sharply, and the two large water storage tanks in Hexi Town are now filled with rainwater.
What is even more surprising is that the high temperature, which was close to 70 degrees, suddenly dropped, slowly decreased, and gradually returned to its previous normal temperature.
It's two o'clock in the afternoon now, and it should be the hottest weather, but people dare to run around outside.
Without the scorching sun, many people in the town cried for joy, wondering if the world would return to normal.
They finally made it through and can go back to their normal lives.
But some people still remembered what Mo Fei had said to them in the conference room before.
——The high temperature won’t last much longer, so please be careful.
It’s a good thing that the high temperature won’t last, but why should they be careful?
Will there be natural disasters more severe than the high temperatures in the future?
Many people laughed at the ideas of this minority and laughed at their unnecessary worries.
But as the weather continued to get worse, these people began to worry.
Until that day when they woke up, they found that the temperature had dropped by 20 degrees overnight and silver-gray snowflakes were floating in the sky.
Icicles formed under the eaves and the water tank outside the house froze overnight.
Some people closed their eyes forever on this night.
The world gradually turned silver-gray. On the roads and in the wilderness, only those zombies, who were tireless and not afraid of the heat or severe cold, were still wandering around.
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