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

Chapter 160

The fat chef doesn't need help from anyone else, he and Xiaoshun can handle it easily.

Because the meal I made today does not require any technical skills at all.

After coming to Yunling Mountain, I have never experienced such a relaxing experience. Perhaps the only bad thing is that I also eat this...

The people in Jiangjia Village didn’t know that if the fat chef had not cut half a piece of bacon when Jiang Lizheng sent someone to notify them, there would be no meat in this meal!

This small piece of bacon is based on the principle of not wasting.

In Jiang Yipei's words - a fight has already started, no matter how much discipline there is, how are we going to manage the team in the future?

No corporal punishment.

The only thing we can do is to punish them by making them eat vegetarian food for a few days and make them reflect on how good their lives were in the past, so as to avoid making trouble in the future.

the other side--

“It’s spicy and delicious.”

Jiang Xiubai's cheeks were puffy.

It’s really easy to get hungry after drinking porridge. Even if you don’t do anything, you’ll start to feel hungry after sitting for an hour.

Jiang Xiubai couldn't bear this hardship. Who would go hungry with them while they had mountains of gold and silver?

So he took Jiang Xiaomi and Jiang Xiumian to cook a small meal for them. They had two bags of braised beef, one spicy and one spiced, with a small bowl of sauce and a portion of Millennium cherry tomatoes. They ate so much that their eyes narrowed.

The strong wind brought with it heavy rain, blowing to every corner of the mountaintop. Even though there were corridors between the caves, one would inevitably get one's clothes wet as long as one went out.

This time the wind and rain were even more severe than in the first few days of the flood. Even if you stayed in the cave, the whistling wind could make people feel scared, as if the cave could be blown away.

When Jiang Xiubai went to bed at night, he took the initiative to sleep next to Jiang Yida and his wife, looking at the roof: "Oh my god, our wooden shed will not be blown away!"

"No way?" Liu said uncertainly.

Jiang Yida said, "Tsk..." "...Son."

"Ok?"

"Did you ever hear a saying?"

"What?"

"Good ones don't work, bad ones do--"

"thunderbolt--"

"Clap-"

"欻——"

"what!!"

Jiang Yida had just finished speaking when a long branch suddenly poked in from the roof of their shed, making a loud noise. Liu was so scared that she couldn't help but scream.

It was such an unexpected disaster. A branch that was blown off from somewhere happened to pierce the roof of their house.

The irregular cross section, as thick as a bowl, was only ten centimeters away from Jiang Yida's head. The lightning came so timely that Jiang Yida broke out in a cold sweat when he raised his eyes. No wonder he felt a "devil wind" on his forehead just now. He swallowed his saliva and said, "Jiang Xiaobai, you have such a stinky mouth. Can you not say bad things at this time? You see, it works!"

Jiang Xiubai felt the rain coming down from the roof and quickly turned over: "Can we stop talking, Dad? The roof is broken. Hurry up and cover the bed with something and ask Uncle Pei to come and fix the roof. If everything in the room is soaked, you know whether you feel sorry for me or not. I will be in so much pain!"

"Hurry up, hurry up, push this branch out!"

How could Jiang Yida not feel distressed, this room was full of good things that his Xiaobai brought back from Jiang Yipei's house, good things they had never seen in most of their lives!

"Brother Da? Sister-in-law? Xiaobai? How is it? Is anyone hurt?"

Jiang the Butcher and others were awakened by the noise and hurried over.

Knowing that no one was hurt, Jiang the Hunter and his men were very relieved. They quickly helped to repair the roof, and they were so fast that only a small area in the house was wet. They checked half of Jiang Yipei's shed again before they went back with peace of mind.

I went back, but I couldn't sleep.

hungry.

In the evening, we had another meal of thin porridge, but this time there was not even any pickles. I was so hungry that I even dreamed about fighting for food.

Life has been so good recently that I almost forgot what it felt like to be hungry.

"From now on, if you have something to say, talk it over nicely. Don't argue, and don't fight, okay?"

Butcher Jiang led everyone to reflect on themselves.

They didn't think that Jiang Lizheng was punishing them by doing this. They all knew that he was doing it for their own good and wanted them to remember this lesson.

However, I’m still so hungry!

The bad thing about eating from a big pot is that there are no leftovers!

But before he could express his emotion any more, he heard a loud noise of a house collapsing.

The dining hall collapsed.

It’s over. I can’t sleep even if I want to.

He got up, put on his oil jacket and oil boots, and ran out.

The quality of Jiang Xiubai's wooden shed is definitely the best on the top of the mountain. It was just poked a hole in it, which can be fixed. It didn't leak much even when it rained. But the dining hall is relatively fragile because it is a frame supported by wood. If two pillars fall down, the whole thing will collapse.

The Jiajia Village also suffered serious damage. Their wooden shed was built in a hurry and the workmanship was not very meticulous, so something went wrong.

The most serious incident was that an entire wooden shed collapsed, crushing many people inside. Another shed was half blown down by the wind, and half of the straw on the roof was also blown away. Although the damage was not serious, the people were quite frightened.

The situation is almost the same with County Magistrate Chen.

In the middle of the night, when people were sleeping soundly, many were awakened by the cold rain falling on their faces.

The most frightening thing is that when people wake up, they find themselves buried, unable to move, and injured, and it’s so painful!

For a moment, there were screams, commotion, and then a long period of chaos on the top of the mountain.

In this situation, emergency repairs are unrealistic, so we can only rescue people first and place the injured people in caves or safe wooden houses.

There were basically no casualties in Jiangjia Village, but there were about twenty people with minor injuries on County Magistrate Chen's side.

The Jiajia Village was in great misfortune. One wooden shed collapsed completely and another collapsed halfway, trapping most of the people inside.

It was already noon by the time all the people were rescued. The half of the wooden shed that was still intact had also collapsed in the process of rescuing people. It was even more unrealistic to rebuild the shelter in such extreme weather.

The people of Jiajia Village were left homeless again.

"Brother Jiang."

County Magistrate Chen was discussing with Jiang Yipei how to resettle the people in Jiajia Village.

Jiang Yipei was so sleepy that tears came out, but he was still holding on.

How else can we place them? Of course, we should put them wherever there are beds. We can't just let them fend for themselves, right?

They now have no shelter from the rain.

"We still have six or seven beds available in this cave. Let's put the seriously injured ones here."

County Magistrate Chen had no objection. After all, Doctor Jiang and his family were all here, so it would be convenient to take care of them.

As for the others, they were all taken back by County Magistrate Chen, as there was more space in the wooden shed on his side.

Their food was also taken back by County Magistrate Chen.

Jiajia Village is different from Jiangjia Village. They did not move all the food to Yunling Mountain. Instead, they hid most of the food on the nearby hills. They only brought a small part of the food with them when they took refuge in Yunling Mountain. Because of their frugality, they still had a lot left, but unfortunately, they were all soaked by the rain last night.

The damp grain could not be stored at all. Village chief Jia kept his mouth shut and his hands trembled as he almost fainted.

County Magistrate Chen was kind-hearted, so he replaced the dead bodies with dry ones in the same proportion and saved the life of Village Chief Jia, who had a strong sense of responsibility.

As for the wet ones, County Magistrate Chen distributed them directly to each camp. They couldn't be kept anyway, so they might as well eat them all.

Jiang Yipei also got some, which were all handed over to the fat chef to arrange.

Thus, the plan of starving for a few days came to an abrupt end because of the heavy physical work and the generosity of County Magistrate Chen.

Moreover, today is Laba Festival.

If it weren’t for Old Master Jiang’s reminder, everyone would have forgotten it.

No one thought about the last winter solstice and just rushed through it, and they were still feeling aggrieved about it for several days.

Here, there is a saying that "Winter Solstice is as important as the New Year", and this day is for worshiping ancestors!

The older generation already felt guilty for not moving their ancestral graves, and even forgot to burn incense to their ancestors during major festivals...

So the Laba Festival, which was not given much attention, suddenly became important.

Jiang Lizheng meant the same thing.

But the younger generation didn’t know yet, so they called their own children over—

"It's Laba Festival, let's drink Laba porridge!"

"Xiaomai, Xiaomai, can I still come to your house to drink Laba porridge this year?"

"I don't know if they did it. I'll have to ask my grandparents."

"Then can we go and ask now?"

"Grandpa Lizheng, Grandpa Lizheng, can we still eat the Laba porridge that Grandma Lizheng made last year? I want to eat the Laba porridge made by Grandma Lizheng again!"

Old Mrs. Yang is good at making sweet porridge, mainly because she is willing to add sugar. It tastes sweet and is a favorite of children. She makes a pot of porridge every year and invites the children in the village to her home to drink it.

As a result, many children aged four or five were successfully persuaded by their parents and siblings with just a few words.

They dragged Jiang Xiaomai to pester Jiang Lizheng and Old Lady Yang, calling them grandpa and grandma one after another.

Today's meals were originally going to be restored to the original state, but Jiang Lizheng didn't say anything. He held his little granddaughter and gave a stern lecture to the adults who were watching from afar. The "children" in their thirties and forties raised their hands in front of them and promised this and that, which finally made Jiang Lizheng give in.

"Oh!"

The crowd was cheering, finally they didn’t have to drink plain porridge today.

But I just drank plain porridge all day, why is it so unacceptable?

On Laba Festival, we worship our ancestors on the scale of the Winter Solstice Festival, preparing cured chicken, cured goose, cured meat, the wild boar head hunted last time, and bean sprouts. The staple food is not only Laba porridge, but also rice balls - salty ones with shredded white radish, two salted chickens, two large strips of cured meat, and two handfuls of small shrimps.

First, three full bowls were filled and placed on the table. Then the unworthy descendants lined up to light three incense sticks and beg for the ancestor's forgiveness.

Finally, in the newly repaired and reinforced canteen, everyone had a bowl of salty dumplings on the left and a bowl of sweet Laba porridge on the right. There was no smell of conflict at all with these dishes.

"We can now eat normal meals." Everyone was about to cry, and they all thought to themselves, "Just for this meal, I have to think twice every time I want to quarrel!"

How can verbal disputes be as important as the desire for food?

In the cave.

Village Chief Jia and several other injured people held their rice bowls in fear and trepidation.

Is this for them to eat?

Can they eat for free even if they don't hand in the food?

We eat so well in years of disaster, how can we not live like this?

I thought so, but the action of putting it into my mouth was not slow at all - there was meat!

They haven't eaten meat for a long time.

So when eating smoked chicken, you have to chew the bones carefully, and if you can't chew them enough or swallow them, you have to spit them out regretfully.

They lived closer to County Magistrate Chen than to others, and could often smell the delicious food from Jiangjia Village. The smell was so fragrant that it could make people dizzy.

At first, some people wanted to come and eat for free, but they were stopped and scolded by their village chief Jia and driven away.

Later, they also learned from Jiangjia Village to cook in a big pot, but they almost started fighting after only two meals. Village Chief Jia was so angry that he had to let each family cook their own meals.

They ate most of the food they brought with them, and threw away most of it. There was not much left, so they couldn't bear to eat too much. Basically, they just ate the delicious food from Jiangjia Village every day.

Today, I finally had it!

Mmmmm – it’s really delicious, just as delicious as it smells!

At night, the temperature dropped sharply, from 15 or 16 degrees to 3 or 4 degrees.

Jiangjia Village is located in the south. In previous years, even in the twelfth lunar month, the temperature would be around 25 or 26 degrees at most. In modern times, it would be weather for wearing short sleeves.

It was rainy this year and the temperature was low, only fifteen or sixteen degrees.

But ancient people wore two layers of clothing as a base, so the temperature was just right for normal clothing, neither too cold nor too hot, just comfortable.

But for people in the south, the damp and cold weather of three or four degrees is enough to put on down jackets.

"Why is it so cold?"

Many people were awakened by the cold while sleeping. They half-heartedly tightened their old quilts and subconsciously moved closer to the people around them.

Later, the situation developed into two angry men hugging each other and covering themselves with two quilts, but they found that it was useless because the cold seemed to come from the bones and could not be driven away or ignored.

"It's getting colder, light the stove."

Old Master Jiang was awakened by the cold. He pushed his eldest son beside him and breathed out of his mouth as he spoke these two sentences.

There are three stoves in one cave, which are usually used during the day. It is not very cold at night these days, and it is enough to cover yourself with a quilt, so they are usually extinguished.

Old Master Jiang’s eldest son was also a talented person. He was so cold that he curled up. Old Master Jiang pushed him twice, but he didn’t wake up. He just curled up in the quilt and fell asleep again.

Old Master Jiang: “…”

In the end, it was Jiang the butcher who got up, put on his clothes, lit the stove, then ran to the second cave in a raincoat and holding a public flashlight to knock on the door.

"Who!" a voice came from inside.

"It's me!" Butcher Jiang shouted, "The temperature has dropped. Is the stove lit? No? Then hurry up and light the fire! I tell you, it's freezing outside. It will be very uncomfortable if you catch a cold! Also, remember to leave some gaps for ventilation, otherwise, smoke poisoning will be even more troublesome."

"Oh, I get it. It's cold. You should go back quickly to avoid catching a cold!" Jiang the butcher's wife also woke up and said quickly after hearing what he said.

"Hey!" Butcher Jiang didn't dare to stay long, because he heard the sound of wolves howling, which seemed quite close. He went back to a cave and left a crack in the door. Then he rubbed his hands by the stove, breathing out white air. It was really cold that day!

"Grandpa, why is it suddenly so cold today?" he asked Old Master Jiang who was sitting in a daze beside the bed.

"Have you forgotten? Apai said a long time ago that after the rain stops for three months, it will snow."

He had never seen snow in his life.

Old Master Jiang stared at the dancing flames in a trance. Can his old bones survive this cold winter?

Snowy winter.

Could it be that this is really the year that everything will end?

In fact, it is quite enough, as I have lived for a full seventy-eight years.

But Old Master Jiang, who originally thought he had become open-minded about life and death, couldn't help feeling melancholy.

"That's it. It rained and then snowed. Will the snow last for another three months? When will we be able to plant the crops in the fields? It's too late!"

Old Master Jiang didn't want to bother with him - he was really talking about something irrelevant.

Doesn't he know?

Ugh.

God doesn't give farmers a way to survive!