Chapter 50 Heavy Rain
Song Shuyan thanked the old lady. The old lady pursed her lips and grinned meaningfully, "You're welcome."
We are all experienced people, and we have to say that the guy who found her was very thoughtful.
Grandma Qin is well-known in the village for her tight-lippedness and reliability.
Even without Zhou Jingshen saying anything, he would not tell anyone about the egg delivery.
Seeing that the two were heading up the mountain, Grandma Qin kindly reminded them, "It's expected to rain in the afternoon. Just walk at the foot of the mountain and don't go deep into the mountains."
Song Shuyan knew that there were ferocious beasts in the deep mountains, so he just planned to wander around the foot of the mountain and try his luck.
"I understand, Grandma."
The mountains in the south are connected to each other, and among the trees on the mountains, Song Shuyan only recognizes pine trees.
She plucked a handful of pine needles.
"Shuyan, why are you picking this?"
Before Song Shuyan traveled through the book, she worked as a video blogger and learned a lot of miscellaneous skills. When she saw the pine needles, she remembered the box she had learned to weave before.
At that time, she still went to the park secretly to pick pine needles. She was afraid of being discovered when picking them. She was nervous and excited.
She smiled and waved the pine needles in her hand. "Boil this and weave it into a box with a lid."
Qin Fei was very interested when he heard this, "Can you teach me when you get back?"
"sure!"
In the countryside, there is no internet, no mobile phones, and even no books to read, so they have plenty of time to kill.
Song Shuyan sat down next to the pine tree. The ground was covered with a thick layer of dry yellow pine needles. It was not dirty and not hard to sit on.
She cracked the egg on a small stone, peeled it and broke half of it to Qin Fei. Qin Fei didn't hesitate to take it and put a bite in his mouth.
After swallowing it, she complained, "It's a bit dry. I forgot to bring water when I went out."
Song Shuyan giggled and looked around. There were only pine trees on the mountain. Where were the fruit trees?
"Shall we just pick some pine needles and go back?"
The wind on the mountain was howling like ghosts and wolves, and she was a little scared.
Qin Fei agreed and complained, "There's not even a shadow of a fruit tree."
As they were going down the mountain, it started to drizzle. Qin Fei exclaimed, "Grandma Qin is amazing! When she said it was going to rain, I saw the sun was shining brightly and didn't quite believe it."
When we reached the foot of the mountain, we met villagers and other educated youth carrying farm tools home.
"It's raining, time to call it a day!"
The loud aunts cheered.
The older villagers sighed, "I hope it won't rain for too long." The rain here always lingers and never stops.
They are afraid that too much rain will affect the grain harvest.
After returning to the Youth League Home, Song Shuyan went into the house to change his half-dry clothes and went to the kitchen to boil pine needles.
The other educated youth looked at her curiously and asked her what she was cooking for.
"You'll know soon!"
Helan curled her lips, "Still keeping me in suspense, can't you just say it directly?"
Song Shuyan picked up the cooked pine needles and rinsed them with cold water.
I took it to the table in the main room and started weaving it.
Qin Fei imitated her, picking up a few pine needles, and was too flustered to keep up with the rhythm. "Shuyan, slow down!"
Song Shuyan slowed down and waited for her.
Other educated youth also came to watch the fun.
"What did Song Zhiqing make up?"
"Amazing! You can even make this up!"
Since they were free anyway, a few male educated youth were interested and asked, "Can we learn?"
Song Shuyan said generously, "Sure, but there aren't many pine needles..."
A few educated youth took a look and found that it was true!
It was raining, so I couldn't go up the mountain to pick the fruits. I could only watch and not do anything.
Qin Fei smiled with his lips curved. "It's okay. Once I learn it, I can teach you when you come back from picking pine needles!"
"That's a good feeling!"
Song Shuyan spent two hours weaving a small and exquisite box.
The one Qin Fei made was crooked, but he could be considered to have successfully learned how to make it.
Helan looked at the pine needle box, his eyes lit up, he picked it up and looked at it again and again, loving it so much that he shamelessly begged Song Shuyan, "Can you give it to me?"
Qin Fei snatched it away and said, "If you want to give it away, give it to me!"
Song Shuyan was worried that they would quarrel, "I won't send anyone off!"
It was dark by the time I finished editing.
Dinner is still porridge, this time it’s pumpkin porridge.
The pumpkins were given to Xue Huaizhou by Zhang Mingzhu. She brought several big, bright orange pumpkins to the Youth League Home.
Everyone had a rare change of heart and said with a smile, "It's all thanks to Xue Zhiqing."
Someone even asked curiously, "Xue Zhiqing, when are you and Zhang Mingzhu going to have your wedding?"
Xue Huaizhou is not so resistant now. It doesn’t matter who he marries.
Besides, Zhang Mingzhu is not ugly and is considerate to him.
He smiled and said, "Soon."
This scene lasted until midnight and turned into a downpour.
The raindrops hit the tiles, making a clattering sound. The strong wind and heavy rain scared Song Shuyan so much that he couldn't sleep.
They live in a mud-brick house.
It’s raining so hard, I don’t know if the house will be washed away.
"Ah, it's leaking!"
Qin Fei exclaimed.
The rain hit the side of her bed, and the splashing water hit her face, feeling cold and icy.
Li Chunmei got up and lit the kerosene lamp. She calmly picked up the wooden bucket she had brought into the house before going to bed and placed it beside her bed to collect rainwater.
"Watch carefully, if it's full you have to take it out and pour it out." She reminded Qin Fei.
Qin Fei nodded, his eyes full of bitterness.
It’s so bitter!
This is the first time in my life that I live in a leaky house.
Song Shuyan sat up hugging the quilt and wanted to cry. She was even more unlucky because the bed was leaking!
She quickly got out of bed holding the quilt, stuffed the quilt on Qin Fei's bed, and asked Chunmei in a tearful voice, "Chunmei, do you have a basin? My bed is leaking too!"
She was quick to push the things on her bed aside, and then took them one by one to Qin Fei's bed.
Chunmei sighed, "There's a basin in the kitchen, but it's raining so hard we can't go out."
She reminded them with experience, "Pack your things. If the rain doesn't stop when the sun rises, we'll have to move to the village ancestral hall and stay there for a few days."
After hearing what she said, Song Shuyan hurriedly tidied up the things under his bed and piled them in a corner where the rain wouldn't reach him.
The same goes for Qin Fei.
Helan yawned and said calmly, "Why are you so anxious? It's not too late to clean up after dawn."
Song Shuyan felt that she didn't have to worry about her waist when she was talking while standing.
Helan's bed was in a good location and was not exposed to the rain, so she was naturally not in a hurry.
As for her and Qin Fei, if they didn't move their luggage, it would have to be soaked in water.
Chunmei helped them move the things aside. Song Shuyan quietly stuffed a handful of fruit candies into the box he had made in the afternoon, closed the lid, and gave it to Chunmei.
"Chunmei, thank you!"
Chunmei felt a little embarrassed. She really liked this exquisite box. She smiled shyly, the joy in her eyes almost overflowing. "Are you really giving it to me?"
Song Shuyan smiled with curved eyebrows, "Well, we have troubled you many times since we went to the countryside. If it weren't for you, we wouldn't know what to do!"
Qin Fei held the quilt and called Song Shuyan to rest on the bed.
“Here I come!”
After Song Shuyan got on Qin Fei's bed, Chunmei blew out the kerosene lamp.
Qin Fei exclaimed, "Can't we keep the lights on?"
Chunmei said, "What a waste."
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