After the snow, we could no longer go deep into the mountains. We could only chop wood and dig wild vegetables at the foot of the mountain. We had to dig up the snow-covered ground, otherwise we would be dead.
Before the snow fell, their family had earned 36 taels of silver, leaving them with two dan and five dou of soybeans, two dan of stalks of rice, and one dan and six dou of black flour. They ate two meals a day, each only half full, and yet they were better off than most of the people in the village.
“Bang, bang, bang—”
"Village Chief! My house collapsed!"
The village chief sighed and pulled on his clothes tightly. Jiangshan wanted to follow him out, but his mother stopped him.
The village head's wife rolled her eyes at the man and said to her son, "Let your father go by himself. He can't build a house right now anyway. He's just going to take a look."
She asked the man to give up the title of village chief, but now it is a natural disaster and no one is willing to take it.
Every now and then, a house would collapse in the village, and the village chief would have to go and help carry the things and settle the people. He was so busy that he didn't even have time to drink water.
She was glad that one of her small houses had collapsed, so that no one would worry about their house anymore.
No one cares about the village chief's house, but Jiang Dajin's family is concerned about Jiang Yue's thatched house.
Their mud house had withstood the rain but not the snow. Now two of them had collapsed, leaving only two and a half rooms, excluding the pigpen.
The little spotted pig in the pigsty was getting thinner and thinner, and had already been sold for 420 coins, which was only enough to cover Jiang Dagui's medicine. As the weather got colder, his cough became even worse.
Eugene Hua hated the couple, so she stared at the yard at the foot of the mountain, hoping that they would die in the natural disaster.
She watched for more than ten days and found that there was no movement at the foot of the mountain. When they passed by to pick wild vegetables, there were no footprints at the entrance, and no one was clearing the snow. She didn't know if the person had died or was buried on the mountain.
She thought about it, and took advantage of the night to move the long ladder with the man to the foot of the mountain. The ladder was made high because they needed to sweep snow from the roof, and now it was just in time to be used.
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