Mind reading, taking the rental house through the whole village crying

Chapter 291 Hail

Different from the indifference of Jiang Fubao's family.

Previously, those who did not rush to harvest were almost on the verge of collapse.

This kind of hail is rarely seen in decades.

Although it cannot destroy houses, it can kill crops.

Plus it was raining.

Many villagers’ homes have low thresholds.

The rain was almost up to my knees.

Some people lived in mud houses and thatched houses, whose roofs were smashed away.

They ran around in a panic, picking up basins to cover their heads. If this thing hit them on the head, they would probably be bleeding.

The hail and rain lasted for half an hour.

When it gets dark, we stop.

In such a short period of time, it seemed as if all the rain water that had been stored for several years was poured out in one go.

No consideration is given to whether humans can bear it.

At this moment, the Jiang family had finished their meal.

Although drainage holes were dug in the yard, there was still some flooding.

Unfortunately, the rain is too heavy.

But the flooded area is not high.

Just up to the ankles.

Jiang Dahe and his son Jiang Shoujia rolled up their trouser legs and walked out first to check the disaster situation in the village.

Jiang Meng and Jiang Cheng also followed.

Time for a cup of tea.

Jiang Dahao came back alone: ​​"Fortunately there was no mountain flood, and the damage in the village was not serious. Dad is organizing the villagers to drain the water. Mom, you two should go to bed early. Siyin, Tongjin, you two come with me to help." He stood at the door and waved to his younger brother and son.

"Okay, I'll be right there," Jiang Tongjin responded quickly. He helped Qian Xile into the house, settled her down, and covered her with a thin blanket before leaving.

After a rain, the heat and summer weather all disappeared.

The air then became humid and sticky everywhere.

The evening breeze was a little chilly.

Not long after the three men left, Zhang Jinlan closed the door. Although people in the village did not have to close the door when sleeping, it was quite dangerous to live at the foot of the mountain. If a wild animal came down the mountain and broke into the house, it would be the end of her.

After covering it, Jiang Shoujia and his friends can just come back and push it open.

"Grandma, why do I hear such a noise outside?"

Jiang Fubao had just finished washing herself with the help of her mother and was about to go to her room to sleep when she heard a lot of chaotic footsteps outside the door.

The little bangs on her head had been undone.

Her short hair fell on her shoulders, with a few hard stubbles occasionally pricking her ears, making them itchy.

As she spoke, she would occasionally wipe it away with her hand.

"Really? I'll go and take a look." Zhang Jinlan opened the door again, lifted her skirt, and stepped over the threshold. It had just rained, and the threshold was covered with water. She tried to step as wide as possible so as not to touch the dirty water on the threshold.

Jiang Fubao, the gossipy little girl, naturally couldn't sit still, so she followed happily.

No matter how quickly Zhang Yanzi reacted, she still couldn't catch her daughter.

Children of this age are harder to catch than pigs.

Jiang Fubao had short legs, so even if she took big steps, she would still hit the threshold.

Not only the legs touched, but also the sleeves.

This was the underwear her mother had just changed for her. She felt extremely guilty and didn't even dare to turn her head. She quickly ran to her grandmother and hugged her legs.

"Grandma, Grandma, I want a hug~"

This is Jiang Fubao’s “golden ticket to immunity from death” that never fails.

Zhang Yanzi, who came out later, was a step late.

She glared at her daughter.

Jiang Fubao stuck out his tongue and didn't look at his mother again.

She slowly turned her head and looked across the bridge with her grandmother.

The clouds faded.

The bright moonlight illuminated the entire farmland.

In the evening, the fields that had not been harvested yet, the originally heavy ears of corn had bent, and were twisting back and forth with the wind, as abstract as the inflatable cartoon figures at the entrance of modern supermarkets.

Now it's a mess.

The ears of grain could no longer be seen, only the smashed crops floating on the water.

Coupled with the rain, the field, which was originally low-lying, was directly flooded and turned into a big river.

Those villagers who sang against grandpa stood on the bridge and cried as if their father had died.

"Oh my God, you are going to kill us—"

"I can't survive. My whole family depends on the food from the autumn harvest. Now it's all over, all over..."

"What should I do? Everything is flooded. Why didn't I harvest in advance? Why?!"

"Someone come save my brown rice——"

There was a lot of wailing.

Some roared, some cried that fate was unfair, and some cried that God wanted to kill them.

And the old woman who didn't care about her image and sat on the ground.

They wiped their snot and tears and sang opera.

If you listen carefully, there is actually a tune.

Jiang Fubao couldn't help but hum along.

It sounds quite nice.

Fortunately, these people were busy wailing and didn't hear it, otherwise they would have scolded her to death.

"You deserve it. You didn't listen to Grandpa back then. Do you regret it now? If things continue like this, even if the rain drains away, the damaged ears of corn will sprout and mold, and will be completely inedible. How could the government accept them? I'm afraid they'll have to pay out of their own pockets to buy grain from the town~"

After a while, all the members of the Jiang family came out of the house.

Jiang Tongshui said gloatingly.

"Third brother, what did you just say? Why do you have to buy grain? Just pay the fine."

Jiang Fubao looked at his third cousin with doubts.

Logically speaking, if corvée labor can be replaced by fines, then grain tax should also be paid with silver.

Why go through all the trouble of buying food and handing it over?

Just use silver to pay for grain.

"I don't know either. Anyway, the government only collects grain, not money."

Jiang Fubao seemed to understand what he heard.

She didn't ask any more questions.

It's none of her business anyway.

We can only mourn for these villagers.

Since Jiangjia Village was hit so hard by the disaster, it is estimated that other villages are not much better.

If this rain and hail cover a larger area, I'm afraid the surrounding towns will see the same scene.

By then, no one will be able to hand over food.

They rushed to buy food and squeezed their heads out.

The grain shop will definitely increase its price significantly.

Merchants are profit-oriented. Since ancient times, there are countless people who have made money from national disasters.

If he met a better county magistrate, he would put some pressure on the grain shop for the sake of the people, but according to what Jiang Fubao heard.

The official above their heads.

Definitely not a good official.

She was a little greedy, but she didn't know how much.

Don't collude with the grain shop owner and make money together with him, otherwise you will be doomed.

Anyway, he was in charge of the county and blocked off three towns. Even if hundreds of people starved to death, the news would not get out. This kind of thing has happened before.

"Oh~" Jiang Fubao sighed. These people cried too early.

If you want to cry, you should do so on the day when you pay the grain tax.

"Oh, our Fubao can sigh too. What are you upset about? We have harvested the grain a long time ago. I just went to check and it hasn't gotten wet at all. The grain is all piled up in the newly built house and not a drop of rain has leaked from the roof."

Jiang Tongshui scratched his sister's face with his index finger.

The chubby cheeks bounced twice, “duangduang——”