"Bang-bang", the sound of the clapper came from outside, getting closer and closer, until there was a knock on the door outside the yard. Du Jiang and Qian Meili, who had just woken up, hurriedly packed their clothes and got out of bed.
Inside the main room, Xu Zhizhou and the others were sitting on stools, rubbing their eyes. They were yawning continuously, and it was obvious that they had not slept well.
Du Jiang glanced at them and then looked away, then looked outside the door. The rain under the eaves at the door was falling like threads, and the bean-sized raindrops made a "pattering" sound on the ground.
Soon, two dark shadows appeared in the rain and approached gradually. Du Jiang hurriedly pulled Qian Meili, who was in front of him and had not yet come to her senses because of dozing off, and took a few steps back.
Qian Meili stumbled a bit, but she finally regained consciousness. She turned her head and looked at Xu Zhizhou standing across from her. She guessed, "It must be the village chief. Do you have any cups?"
Before Xu Zhizhou could move, Village Chief Du followed Huo Yang in. Perhaps he had heard Qian Meili's words, so he quickly waved his hand and said, "No need, I'll leave after I finish talking." Then he turned to look at the male educated youth and said, "The wheat in the fields hasn't been harvested yet, and now there's a sudden downpour. The village committee has decided to let the men rush to harvest the wheat. As for the women, they can rest, but they won't get any work points."
Before Huo Yang and the others could say anything, Qian Meili jumped up and asked, "No work points?"
"Yes, after all, there is no work. But if you want to participate, that's fine. You can decide for yourselves. I have other people to notify." After saying that, Village Chief Du turned around and left, wearing a straw raincoat. His thin figure suddenly disappeared in the storm in a flash.
Looking at Qian Meili stamping her feet, Du Jiang quickly turned around and waved at Huo Yang, "Brother Huo, I'm not going. I'll stay home to look after the house. The main thing is that I don't have a raincoat or a straw raincoat. I can't handle this kind of rain."
Huo Yang nodded, then turned to look at Xu Zhizhou and the others, "You guys."
Xu Zhizhou and the other three looked at Huo Yang, then looked over at the rain outside the door, and their expressions changed again and again.
"It would be troublesome if I got a fever or fell ill with this kind of rain." Two more lightning bolts flashed outside. Looking at the lightning and thunder, Xu Zhizhou felt a little uneasy. "If something happens to me, I'm doomed."
"Yes, yes, I don't want to die in vain," He Jiefang shrank his neck with a look of fear on his face.
Bai Yongjun and Li Hongjun looked at his shrunken appearance with displeasure, curled their lips in disdain, and said in unison, "Brother Huo, let's go."
Seeing Bai Yongjun and Li Hongjun speak up, Xu Zhizhou gritted his teeth and said, "I'll go too."
"Okay, let's go," Huo Yang led the way and walked towards the door. Just as he was about to cross the threshold, he shrank back and turned to look at Du Jiang and Qian Meili, especially Qian Meili, with an extremely cold expression. "If you want to go, come with me. If Du Jiang doesn't want to go, please prepare a pot of ginger water. If you have brown sugar, please add some. I'll pay you back when we go to town at the end of the month."
"Okay," Du Jiang nodded without being polite.
Huo Yang glanced at Du Jiang who nodded, then he led the others into the rain without looking back and disappeared at the door.
At this time, only Du Jiang and He Jiefang were left in the main room. As Du Jiang looked over, He Jiefang subconsciously gave a flattering smile.
Du Jiang nodded expressionlessly, then turned and walked into the house without looking back.
Du Jiang locked the door and sat on the head of the bed with his hands covering his swollen head. After a while, he slowly raised his right hand, then turned it over and looked at the black mole on the inside of his wrist. The millet-sized mole was particularly conspicuous on his fair skin. The thumb of his left hand rubbed the black mole heavily several times, and looked at the shelf that showed and hid again and again. The corners of Du Jiang's lips curled up. The shelf was 2 meters long, 50 centimeters wide, and 3 meters high. There were five layers in total, and each layer was about 50 centimeters. The top three layers of the shelf were all empty. The fourth layer was filled with a plate of eggs, three five-packs, and two handfuls of noodles. The last layer was filled with a small milk pot. The area around the pot was full of traces of cooking, and the familiar appearance was the aluminum pot that he bought from the market for twenty yuan in the rental house in his previous life.
However, Du Jiang looked at this shelf several times, and the more she looked at it, the more familiar it looked. Isn't this the shelf that she ordered online but has not yet received the goods?
No way?
Du Jiang's head buzzed, and after a moment of dizziness, she began to remember the shelf and her own death. It seemed that she had not only suffered from illness but also experienced the pain of being burned by fire.
Perhaps the pain in the memory was too real, Du Jiang couldn't help but rub his arms against each other, and it took a while for the goose bumps that suddenly appeared to disappear.
There was still a sound of rain outside the window, but at least there was no thunder.
The fog was so thick that it seemed as if they were in darkness. Without a watch, Du Jiang could only roughly guess the time.
Maybe it's time to prepare ginger tea, Du Jiang thought truthfully.
Du Jiang jumped down from the head of the bed and walked to the cabinet against the wall opposite. He opened the cabinet door and took out the iron box under the quilt. With a "collect", the iron box in his palm disappeared.
"come out"
"receive"
"come out"
"receive"
…
After several rounds of back and forth, Du Jiang finally got the hang of it. But she still wanted to give it a try. So when she walked out of the room with a piece of brown sugar, she silently chanted, "Manifest." Looking at the shelf about 30 centimeters away from her, Du Jiang's gaze penetrated it and looked at He Jiefang, who was sitting on the bench opposite. "What book are you reading?"
He Jiefang, who was immersed in the sea of books, was startled by Du Jiang's sudden words. He was really startled. Looking at the shaking table, Du Jiang raised his eyebrows slightly.
"When did you show up? You scared me." As he spoke, He Jiefang quickly covered the book in his hands with both hands, covering the words on it tightly.
Seeing this, Du Jiang stood still and raised the brown sugar in his hand. "Sorry, I scared you. I'm going to the kitchen to make ginger water. Do you have an umbrella?"
"No," He Jiefang shook his head. "I don't have an umbrella, but I do have a tarp. It's not big, but it can cover my head."
"Can you lend it to me? I'll go make some ginger tea." Du Jiang raised the brown sugar in his hand again.
"Okay, please wait a moment."
When He Jiefang came out with the tarpaulin, Du Jiang's eyes were fixed on the army green tarpaulin in his hand. As He Jiefang unfolded it, the original size of the tarpaulin was revealed. It was a square piece of cloth about one meter long.
"Thanks"
Du Jiang took the rain cloth with his free hand, then threw it behind him to cover his head and rushed out. Although his head was not wet, his trouser legs and cloth shoes on his face were soaked with water because he was jogging all the way, especially his trouser legs, which were wet and were still dripping with water when he walked under the shed.
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