However, after only half a day, it was already dark.
It had only been a short time since noon, and the sun should have been at its strongest, but now the sky was covered with dark clouds.
Dark clouds rolled in from the sky, pressing down on the gloomy and gray world.
A fierce wind raged in the courtyard, threatening to rip the roof off at any moment.
The doors, firewood, and straw were all rattling and creaking.
Fan Qian stood at the entrance of the main room, as gusts of strong wind rushed into the room, his eyes looking outside.
"Father, Zhao Di is still outside," Fan Dazhu reminded him, looking at the courtyard gate rattling in the strong wind.
Fan Sizhu pursed his lips and muttered, "If she doesn't come back, who's going to cook and boil water?"
We can't expect these men to do women's work in the kitchen.
Fan Qian was irritable and said to the two noisy people, "Whoever cares, go and find her!"
He only realized that what she had said was true when his daughter wasn't home.
It's only been a morning, and the water in the house is cold, no one is cooking, my mother keeps complaining of feeling unwell and needs to be taken care of, and no one is washing her soiled clothes...
Thinking of his messy home, he took a deep breath and thought, "Never mind, someone will do these chores when Zhaodi comes back later."
"Your sister isn't home, are you going to starve to death?"
"Go and wake your mother up so she can cook. We can't expect the men to be in the kitchen!"
Having received instructions, Fan Dazhu hurriedly ran into his parents' room to inform them.
The journey of Fan Jin and his companions was extremely difficult.
It was bad enough that the sky was so dark you couldn't see the road, but what was worse was the storm that seemed capable of blowing people away.
The wind and sand were blowing so hard that people couldn't open their eyes.
The oxcart was loaded with heavy goods and was not blown backward.
Butcher Hu and Hu Wenhua carried baskets, which were occasionally blown about by the wind.
Mother Hu clung tightly to the edge of the oxcart, afraid that if she let go, the strong wind would blow her over.
What should have been a half-hour journey took more than two hours to reach the territory of Shanshui Village.
Butcher Hu felt a dark shadow rolling towards him and, without thinking, used his hand to block it.
Even though the strong wind made it hard for him to open his eyes, he still tried to squint to see that it was a little girl.
He shouted at the top of his lungs, "Hey, what do we have here? It's a person!"
"Hey little girl, which family are you from? Were you playing and didn't go home?"
Only after shouting did they realize something was wrong. This little girl was thin and small, yet she was carrying a large pile of straw on her back. She didn't seem like she was playing; she was clearly working!
Her parents are so careless! They let such a young child out in this weather, aren't they afraid she'll die?
The little girl was carrying a lot of thatch on her back. The edges of the thatch were sharp, and even though Butcher Hu thought he had thick skin, he still felt the pain.
He quickly removed the thatch, and with his son's help, moved everything from one side of the basket to the other side, then put the baby girl into the basket and picked her up!
Afraid of frightening the little child, he smiled across his fleshy face and shouted in a booming voice, "You're from Shanshui Village, right? Don't worry, my son-in-law is too!"
We're from the same village. Once the wind stops, I'll take you home to see your parents.
Watching from the side, Hu Wenhua felt that his father looked like a villain no matter how you looked at him!
It's like kidnapping someone.
No good person looks like that.
He gave a friendly smile and then shouted, "My sister and brother-in-law are from your village. We're going to their house now. You can come with us, it'll be fine!"
Two burly men were shouting at a little girl amidst dark clouds and raging winds—it was a terrifying sight.
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