In the middle of the night, the wind was howling outside the house, and with a "crack", the trees at the foot of the mountain seemed to be blown off by the wind.
"Patta, patta", the raindrops fell and hit the roof, and the house seemed to be shaking.
Jiang Yue was awakened by the sound of wind and rain, and got up to tighten the tarpaulin on the window. Fortunately, Jiang Nian had already blocked the door with stones, otherwise the rain would have surely rushed in.
It was pitch black outside and nothing could be seen. That was why the sound of the heavy rain seemed so terrifying, as if it was hitting one's heart.
She was a little dazed. Was this just a foreshadowing of a natural disaster, or had it already begun?
Jiang Nian moved closer, sensed her uneasiness, and held her tightly.
Jiang Yue stroked his wolf tail without saying a word, quietly thinking about what to do next.
The sound of rain was soothing and she fell asleep before she knew it.
When Jiang Nian licked her awake, the sound of rain outside the window was still heavy, like a downpour.
She walked around the corners of the two rooms and didn't see any signs of cracks.
After a good sleep, she regained her energy. She pinched her soft ears and said, "Big boy, you are responsible for kneading the dough today, understand? If you don't work, you won't have any food to eat!"
Jiang Nian shook his ears and felt itchy.
Before, they cooked on a small stove set up outside the door. When the wall was being built, she wanted to use the remaining materials to build a new stove in the next room.
Unfortunately, those rabbits and pheasants are so smelly that they affect my appetite.
She had no choice but to set up the cabin in the main house.
A bed, a set of small tables and chairs, plus two stoves, now the already small space has become even more cramped.
She consoled herself by saying that she lived in the kitchen now and could build two kitchens later...
The vegetables in her space were still tender, not yet ready for picking, but now that she had no stuffing, she had no choice but to pick them. Tender vegetables made better stuffing.
When she took out a plate of pork, Jiang Nian kept staring at it. She had reason to suspect that he was swallowing his saliva.
She rubbed his head vigorously, "No! I'll stew pig's trotters and pork ribs for you tonight, but you can't eat them raw!"
Jiang Nian lowered his eyes and tightened his jaw, as if he was angry.
Jiang Yue pretended not to see it, took out some flour and ordered him to knead the dough. He was so strong that Jiang Yue was even worried that he would collapse the rickety little table, so she had to make him kneel on the ground to knead.
I knelt on the ground and chopped vegetables.
A bit shabby...
Not only did she not let Jiang Nian gnaw on the pork, she also hardened her heart and asked him to chop the pork himself. The way he stared at the meat with his eyebrows lowered but didn't dare to put it in his mouth was really pitiful...
But no, she just couldn't do that. She wanted to be a cruel parent.
Jiang Yue took out all the pots and pans that could be used, and mixed pork and cabbage fillings, pork and green onion fillings, pure pork and pure vegetable fillings, and added white flour buns.
Fortunately, we had stockpiled enough firewood, and with two stoves running in parallel, we could steam 60 buns at a time.
In order to comfort Dazi's wounded heart, she placed twenty pure meat buns in front of him.
He used both hands, one in each hand, and bit them hard as if he were gnawing on meat.
Just keep chewing it until you get used to eating cooked food.
In the afternoon, Jiang Yue fulfilled her promise and cleared a stove for Dazai. She stewed a big pig's trotter and let him eat it whole without chopping it.
He was finally happy. After chewing the pig's trotter, he wanted to rub his greasy face against hers, but she stopped him in time.
He handed the pig's trotter to Jiang Yue. She lowered her head and took a bite. It was already stewed till tender and delicious.
The two of them ate a whole pig's trotter, bit by bit. Jiang Nian's teeth were so strong that he could bite through the bones.
Jiang Yue: You come here, I can’t.
It was raining heavily outside, and the two of us huddled together in the small room, not having to "go to work" or go out to the fields, felt quite comfortable. When we woke up, we steamed buns and steamed buns, and when we were tired, we lay down and slept.
In three days, more than a thousand buns and more than five hundred steamed buns were steamed, all packed in brand new bathtubs or bamboo baskets.
The entire foot of the mountain is filled with a rich fragrance.
Fortunately, the heavy rain covered the smell and it didn't spread far.
The village chief looked at the rain with a worried look on his face.
"It's only half a month before the harvest, why is it raining so hard? This will affect the harvest!"
Don’t talk about affecting the harvest. It’s good enough to have a harvest now.
The village chief sighed and said, "We all rely on God for our livelihood. If God doesn't give us a way to survive, what can we do?"
Everyone wore straw raincoats and braved the rain to drain the fields, but the rain was too heavy and the water rose quickly, making it impossible to drain the water. The rice fields lay flat on the ground, and the villagers cried out in unison.
The village chief wiped the rain from his face, remembering a rainstorm when he was eight years old. That year, the village had no harvest, couldn't pay taxes, and families had starved to death. He still remembered the tragedy.
This is a natural disaster! No one can stop the disaster sent by heaven.
I just hope the rain will stop soon.
Perhaps God heard everyone's prayers, and after three days of rain, the sky cleared up. Everyone went to the fields to save food, saving as much as they could.
After the rain, the sky cleared up. Jiang Yue stopped worrying about steamed buns and took Jiang Nian's hand and walked at the foot of the mountain, breathing in the fresh air.
The room was soaked in steam every day, and they almost became the first people in history to be suffocated by the suffocation of steamed buns.
As Jiang Yue walked, she found it increasingly difficult to walk. She lowered her head, remaining silent. She had forgotten that this wasn't concrete, but pure mud! There was at least five centimeters of mud on her insoles.
There was a river outside their courtyard wall. Jiang Yue walked to the edge, squatted down to scrape the mud, and washed his hands at the same time.
"Big boy, you should also scrape the mud off your feet."
She held his hand, but Jiang Nian didn't move. She looked up and followed his gaze. There were so many fish in the river!
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