Ancient natural disasters: The whole family traveled through time and was almost wiped out

Chapter One

Dasheng Kingdom, Mojiang City.

Chunzhou County, Nanxiang Town, Jiangjia Village.

Early in the morning, a convoy of twenty mule carts marched into the village, and a former sixth-rank official from Beijing was driving the mule carts.

The old man of the Jiang family, who had just celebrated his 78th birthday and was also the old patriarch of the Jiang family, was leaning on a cane and leading the entire village, young and old, to rush towards the convoy that had just entered the village.

"Apei! Why did you give up your job as an official and come back to the village? We have only had an official like you in Jiangjia Village since our 80th generation, and you are an official from Beijing! Why do you just give up your job and then give up!"

Every word Master Jiang spoke was filled with grief and anguish, his face was grim, and he was so angry that his old cold legs almost healed themselves.

If this was his biological grandson, and not his eldest brother's great-great-grandson, he would have beaten the man back to the capital with his crutches!

What a crazy brain!

After studying for more than 20 years and serving as an official for a few years, he retired!

Have you earned enough?

Oh my God! Take this old man away! I am so angry!

I'm so angry that I don't even have the face to see my ancestors!

"Grandpa!" Jiang Yipei, the driver, was even more anxious than him. He jumped off the carriage and rushed over. He shook the old patriarch's hand and said anxiously, "Grandpa, uncle, father! Hurry up, call all the villagers to hurry up and harvest! It will be too late if we are late!"

Jiang Yipei's wife Jiang Suying, daughter Jiang Xiaomi, and son Jiang Xiumian also got off the carriage. Although they didn't say anything, they clenched their hands and had the same anxiety on their faces as Jiang Yipei.

The clothes, bearing and temperament of the four people formed a sharp contrast with the patched cloth clothes of the tribesmen, and they were out of place.

Although they are from the same village, he is more promising.

But Jiang Yipei's anxious expression made the tribe members unable to pay attention to these things. Their minds were full of the word "harvest". All they could think of was - No way? Is this true? !

When I looked at the people getting off the other two cars, it was over.

The second son of the Jiang family, Jiang Yitao, and the third son, Jiang Yiyu, also returned with their families, along with more than twenty servants and maids, and were driving to the Jiang family mansion!

What happened? Is it really time to rush to harvest?

Master Jiang even exclaimed, "Ah——" and glanced at the young man Jiang Xiubai in the crowd wearing a green robe, then looked at Jiang Yipei: "You also said that we should rush to harvest? Do you really want to rush to harvest?"

"Also?" Jiang Yipei was also stunned.

Who else said that besides him?!

"Yes! Harvest!"

Jiang Xiubai, who was forcibly pulled over to greet the most promising uncle in the village, brightened his eyes when he heard the words. He changed his look of "I'm going to harvest the rice when my father is dead" and turned to look at his adopted father earnestly: "Dad, I told you to hurry up and harvest but you didn't believe me. Now Uncle Pei says so too, you believe it now! Go back and get the sickle! What are you still looking at! It's time to harvest the rice! Oh! Let's go! What are you waiting for! If you dawdle any longer, the rice will get cold!"

Jiang Xiubai pulled his father's clothes with all his strength and dragged him home.

Jiang Yida staggered when he was pulled by him and sat down on the ground, which immediately attracted everyone's attention. He was so embarrassed!

If this wasn't his most proud son, he would have slapped him twice.

He got up and gritted his teeth: "Don't use your ancestors' dreams as an excuse! Go back to school quickly, this is an adult's business."

This kid has been muttering to himself ever since he climbed out of the stinky ditch with a bump on his head yesterday. He kept asking him to harvest the rice and went from house to house to lobby for help.

When the villagers asked him the reason, he couldn't explain it and could only say that it was a dream from his ancestors.

The villagers were somewhat shaken by their ancestors' dreams and Jiang Xiubai's status as a scholar, but not completely swayed. They thought that they would ask Jiang Yipei before making a decision tomorrow. However, the first thing Jiang Pei did when he returned was to ask them to rush to harvest.

Now he even doubts whether his ancestors really sent a message to his little Bai in his dream!

Is this kid really favored by his ancestors?

"The rice can be harvested, but if it grows a few more days and is fully ripe, we can get several kilograms of grain per acre!" Old Patriarch Jiang frowned distressedly: "One acre of land has several kilograms, ten acres of land has dozens of kilograms, dozens of kilograms!!"

"Don't wait a few days, harvest now!" Jiang Yipei shouted, "Grandpa, the Imperial Astronomical Observatory predicts that there will be heavy rain in at least ten days, and at most half a month! It will last for three months! If you harvest the grain a few days later, it won't dry even if you dry it in the sun! What will you eat and drink then? What's the point of having those dozens of kilograms of grain? Harvest it quickly while the sun is shining!"

"Ah?!" The villagers were all stunned. They looked at each other and said, "Three months of continuous heavy rain? How can people survive?"

Jiang Xiubai's eyes lit up. According to the book, the heavy rain lasted for three months. It was possible to say that! This ancient Imperial Astronomical Observatory was really quite capable!

"Brother Pei, did the Imperial Observatory make a mistake in its calculations?" Patriarch Jiang's hands were shaking.

These old guys know it best. Three months of heavy rain is not the most terrible thing. The most terrible thing is what happens after the rain.

The plague can destroy entire families and annihilate entire clans!

"It can't be wrong!" Jiang Yipei said confidently, "The Imperial Astronomical Observatory predicted the disaster half a month ago. I hadn't left Beijing at the time, and I heard it for sure. The next day, His Majesty issued an imperial decree, asking all prefectures and counties to make preparations for flood prevention and waterlogging prevention. Dad, I wanted to ask you, didn't you receive the imperial decree? Didn't the county magistrate summon you to investigate?"

Jiang Yipei's father Jiang Lizheng Jiang Daolin was confused: "No...nothing! I don't know anything!"

Jiang Yitao and Jiang Yiyu chimed in: "We know! Dad, the county magistrate posted a notice last night, and officials will come to notify you by noon at the latest."

"is it?"

"Yes!" Jiang Yiyu was actually not sure, but that did not stop him from being blindly confident in his elder brother. Besides, it was true that his elder brother went to see the county magistrate last night. How could his elder brother do something that he was not sure of?

Since big brother said so, then it is like this!

As for the notices, everyone rushed to put them away. Who still cares about them?

Jiang Yipei was very satisfied with the two brothers, but he turned around and said to Grandpa Jiang anxiously: "Don't say so much! Now hurry up and harvest! Grandpa! Hurry up! After harvesting the rice, there are still many things to do! Otherwise, when the rain comes, our Jiang family's genealogy may be scattered!"

"What nonsense are you talking about! I've said it before, touching the wood and spitting!" Master Jiang thrust his cane into Jiang Yipei's hand, and after hearing him spit twice, he pounded the cane hard on the mud a few times, shouting at the top of his voice: "Did you hear that?! Harvest quickly! Harvest quickly--"

In fact, there is no need for him to shout.

With Jiang Xiubai's preparations and the news brought back by Jiang Yipei, the Beijing official, everyone ran away in a hurry, leaving their shoes all over the floor.

While picking up shoes, he shouted and ran: "All the men in the village - it's time to harvest rice! Hurry up and harvest rice! Harvest - rice -!"