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

Chapter 178

There is such an old man like him at home.

Some gossipers from other villages always gossip behind people's backs, saying that even if they lost their sons, they still had their fathers. They say whatever unpleasant things they can.

"Enough, enough!" Jiang Quezi's daughter-in-law Chen hurriedly stopped her father-in-law: "Take them all back to my parents' home. We can't live like this anymore... Ugh! Ugh, Ugh, Ugh!"

After Chen finished speaking, she slapped her own lips and apologized to the air repeatedly: "All gods, I am a woman with long hair and short knowledge. Please be generous and pretend you didn't hear me. Please bless my family to be safe and sound this year, and the elderly and children to be safe and sound, free from illness and disaster, and the crops in the fields to be abundant and sell for more money, so that the children can have more meat. Amitabha!"

After saying this, he touched his forehead with his fingertips and bowed three times to the air.

"I still have to bless my mother!" Chen's youngest son Dandan looked up and said, "Mom, why did you forget to bless yourself?"

"Yes!" Jiang Quezi laughed, and wrapped his old big hands around Dandan's dark little hands, also in a gesture of worship: "Grandpa God, bless Dandan's mother with good health."

"If you are all well, it is a blessing to myself!" Chen also had a smile on her face. There were spots on her thin face, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes were big enough to pinch a mosquito's legs.

Jiang Quezi's eyes suddenly became hot as he watched. He let go of Dandan's hand, turned his back and pretended to pack up his things.

Clearly, three years ago, this child... was still a bright and pretty young lady with silver hairpins and a flower in her hair.

But everything changed after his son was led to become addicted to gambling three years ago. In just two years, he lost all his fortune and was left with a huge gambling debt. In order to save his worthless life, he sold field after field, and finally sold a total of 60 acres of land to Jiang Lizheng's family, intending to redeem it after saving enough money.

But he didn't expect that his bastard son would only behave himself for ten days before going back to the gambling house, and would come out in debt again. He and his old wife had only this one son, and they were angry, upset and distressed. Every time they would just say "never mind" and let the people in the gambling house chop off his hands.

But in the end...

In the past few years, their family has been living in fear, fearing that the debt collectors will come to their door every day.

In fact, he was not born crippled. His legs were broken by his own son with a wooden stick a year ago, because only the old house was left after the family sold it and there was really no money to pay off his gambling debts.

Now that the old house has collapsed, they are truly left with nothing.

Although his broken leg was reconnected, it was not healed properly, which caused him to become lame.

His son broke one of his legs, his wife was so angry that she fell ill, and his daughter-in-law had been planning to divorce him, but then his son was accidentally beaten to death by thugs from the gambling house in the chaos.

Jiang Lizheng asked the magistrate Chen to make the decision. In the end, in order to settle the matter peacefully, the owner of the gambling house forgave all his gambling debts and paid him five hundred taels of silver. He thought that since his daughter-in-law wanted to return home, he would fulfill her wish. However, he did not expect that not only did she not return home, but she also took care of him and his wife from dawn to dusk with her eldest grandson.

The old woman lay in bed for more than a year and finally passed away. When she died, her body was clean and she didn't have a single bedsore. She also changed from a little woman dressed in red and green to a thrifty woman in plain clothes, and her face looked as if she had aged ten years.

"Dad? Stop pretending. I can't carry it anymore!"

Seeing that Jiang Cuzi was still collecting the bundles, and soon there was another big bundle beside him, Chen could not help but smile bitterly, and hurried to stop him. But when she got closer, she discovered that her father-in-law had started crying at some point.

Seeing her coming, he wiped it off hurriedly: "Hey, it's done now."

Chen was silent for a moment, put away the two large bundles, and tapped her youngest son's forehead: "Go play with your fifth sister!"

"I'm not going to play anymore." Dandan shook his head: "Xiaomi hasn't woken up yet! I'll help you sweep the floor at home. The firecrackers are so dirty! Didn't you say that you must keep things clean when you live in Xiaomai's house?"

"It's not dirty, it's not dirty! Children should say whatever they want!" Chen apologized again and dragged her youngest son out of the house: "It's right to be clean, but you don't have to sweep the floor today. Who would sweep the floor on New Year's Day? If Xiaomai is still asleep, go find An'an. If An'an is still asleep, go find Pangpang to play. Don't make trouble at home."

Dandan is just over five years old, not yet six, and is the most mischievous. Even if he helps with housework sincerely, there will always be mistakes of one kind or another, and Chen can't clean them up. Gradually, in order not to increase her workload, she would rather let the little rascal go out to play.

"Really? Then I'll leave?" Dandan looked back every few steps.

"Let's go!" Chen waved her hand. She didn't know where this child learned such politeness, and he was so good at pretending!

"I'm really leaving!"

"go!"

The egg flew away.

Chen smiled and shook her head, then walked back to Jiang Quezi and said, "Dad, I should say something wrong. He is gone, why are you still thinking about him? It's New Year's Day, it's unlucky."

"Ah?" Jiang Quezi was confused: "Who are you worried about?"

"Your son? Isn't he?"

When Chen talked about that dead guy, she really had mixed emotions.

Although she knew it was impossible, she thought about it more than once every sleepless night -

If he were still here, if he hadn't become a bad person, would she still be able to live as easily and comfortably as before?

Her mother always said that she was lucky. She married a good man who loved her and thought of her for all the delicious food and fun things. Her parents-in-law were sensible and her husband's family had some wealth and could hire people to work during the busy farming season. She could only cook at home and didn't have to work in the fields. She had been married for more than ten years and had six children, but she was still like a child.

It was real that he was good to her, and their previous feelings were real, but it was also real that he later hurt her, his parents, his children, and this entire family.

If he didn't die, his whole family would die. The mistake he made was unforgivable.

"Who cares about him? It's unlucky!"

Unexpectedly, Jiang Quezi reacted strongly. He frowned and said, "I just feel sorry for you. I made you live such a hard life at home. Now you don't even have a house. I feel sorry for you."

"You are talking nonsense again." Chen said, "Our family is now well-organized and all of us are together, thanks to the village head. Didn't you hear what the village head and his friends who went to Jia Village said? That was the real hard times. Our hard times are over."

The day that enemy died has passed.

Those three or four years were truly hard times; what happened afterwards was nothing.

Chen comforted the old man: "We have food and drink, so it's not a hard life. We will rebuild the house next year, no, it's the New Year, it's this year! We will work hard this year and rebuild the house! Changhe will get married in two years, and he can't live without a house!"

"Hey, okay!"

Jiang Guizi nodded and felt like crying again. When people get old, their eye sockets become shallow!

Jiang Quezi turned his back again.

In Jiang Xiaomi's yard.

She had just come back from brunch, and the breakfast was still dumplings, which tasted okay, but nothing new.

I'm so sleepy!

Jiang Xiaomi was lying on the chaise longue without any image. Jiang Xiumian was sitting beside her. Looking at the hairstyle Jiang Xiaomi had combed today, he couldn't help laughing out loud: "Your hairstyle today... is quite unique!"

Jiang Xiaomi rolled her eyes at him. She lost all the money playing cards last night and didn't go to bed until five or six. The current time would be only eleven-thirty in the morning in modern time. To exaggerate, she had just fallen asleep when her grandmother woke her up to eat brunch.

Her father, mother and brother knew that she would not get up even if they called her, so they didn't even think of calling her. But the old lady couldn't bear to see her eldest granddaughter sleeping on an empty stomach, so she insisted on waking her up. Jiang Xiaomi couldn't resist the evil sound penetrating her brain, so she could only get up sleepily with her messy hair to open the door, and then enjoy the old lady combing her hair for her personally.

This old lady is really good at combing hair. Look how the corners of Jiang Xiaomi's eyes are stretched. She looks like a goblin and she can glare at people without rolling her eyes.

"There was no festive atmosphere during the ancient Chinese New Year!"

Jiang Xiubai walked into Jiang Xiaomi's boudoir without saying hello. Seeing Jiang Xiaomi's eyes raised, he laughed just like Jiang Xiumian.

"What a joke!" Jiang Xiaomi was really too lazy to move, but now she had to reach out and loosen her tight bun a little. Her tense scalp was finally liberated, and she lost more than a dozen hairs in excitement.

"What did you just say? The flavor of the New Year?" Jiang Xiaomi leaned over again. "There's nothing to be desired at this time, so how can there be any flavor of the New Year? In my memory, every household in the village would hang red lanterns at the gate during the New Year. But now, let alone lanterns, apart from our village, few other villages can even replace their couplets with new ones."

"The New Year celebrations in the village used to be very lively. Being a child was the happiest thing. We didn't have to worry about anything. We would go door to door in groups to wish each other a happy new year and ask for red envelopes and fruits!"

"Some lion dance teams will come to the village to perform lion dance. If you can pick the hydrangeas placed high up by the host, the host will give you a red envelope. However, the red envelope can be big or small, depending on the host's mood. They will dance in one village and then go to the next. Some people have nothing to do, so they can earn hundreds of copper coins a day by following the lion dance team!"

"And in Beijing, on the first day of the Lunar New Year, people in Beijing want to have good luck. Some go shopping, some go to the end of the street, and some go to the temple to pray for blessings and pray for the safety and health of their families. It's not like this year, it's so deserted. Don't even think about celebrating the New Year. I think it's worse than an ordinary holiday!"

"Forget it, forget it! Don't talk about this anymore. It makes me sad." Jiang Xiubai crossed his hands in front of his chest, indicating that he didn't want to listen anymore. He suddenly thought of something and looked a little distressed: "My mother is taking me to my grandmother's house tomorrow."

"Go ahead! What's the big deal?" Jiang Xiaomi said indifferently, but seeing Jiang Xiubai's serious expression, she couldn't help but think more and sat up straight.

"Could it be that your grandparents are the kind of people who favor boys over girls, punishing their daughters and pampering their sons? When your mother was a girl, she worked like a slave at her parents' home. After she married your father, she often emptied her husband's family to support her parents' family? Then your grandparents felt that this was not enough and wanted your father's property, so they persuaded your mother to adopt your uncle's son as your brother, because your mother only had you as her son and she was too thin."

Jiang Xiubai: “…”

Jiang Xiumian was so imaginative that he was stunned: "How many novels have you read to piece together this plot?"

Jiang Xiaomi spread her hands and said, "Aren't all family ethics dramas like this?"

"What are you talking about!" Jiang Xiubai said speechlessly: "My grandparents are just ordinary ancient farmers. The whole family makes a living by farming. They don't have any side jobs. They haven't even sold eggs!"

"Hey, why am I saying this? I'm not talking about my grandparents' family. I'm talking about me. My grandparents' family is a huge family. My mom has five brothers and one sister. They gave birth to a lot of kids. I have so many cousins. I'm scared!"

"What are you afraid of? They won't eat you! If they are easy to get along with, you can brag to them. If they are not, just sit there and play with your phone." Jiang Xiaomi yawned.

"I see you are really sleepy and don't even know what you said. Where can I get a cell phone now? Even if I have one, I can't use it! None of China Mobile, China Telecom, China Unicom, and China Railway Telecom have traveled through time! But then again, when we had the car accident, could our cell phones still be used? Would anyone unlock them and have a look?"

Jiang Xiaomi thought about it and nodded: "I think the police will ask the technicians to come over, otherwise how can they find someone to collect the bodies!"

Jiang Xiubai: "... After all, it's your own body, you should at least pay attention to it."

"When a person dies, it's like a light goes out. Don't worry too much about these material things. But we have our ID cards, so we should be able to find the contact person."

Jiang Xiubai felt a little relieved.

Although mobile phones are indeed external possessions, the content inside modern people's mobile phones is quite rich.

It's like your own diary, which only you can read. If you lend it to someone to read the weather forecast, you have to keep an eye on them to make sure they click on it randomly.

But Jiang Xiaomi was right. When a person dies, it's like a light goes out. He's dead. Even if his phone is unlocked, what can be seen and what can't be seen...

Embarrassing...do I need to be embarrassed? The person is dead.

On the second day of the Lunar New Year, Jiang Xiaomi was called up early. On this day, Jiang Yipei was going to take Jiang Suying back to her parents' home to pay New Year's greetings, and naturally her grandchildren had to follow as well.

"Bye." Jiang Xiaomi was sitting in the carriage and waved to Jiang Xiubai. Their grandmother's house was in different directions, so they said goodbye. Jiang Xiubai stretched out his hand through the window of the carriage as if in a dramatic way, but Jiang Xiaomi could no longer see it as she had lowered the curtains.

On the other side, Jiang Quezi was limping and busy, putting bags on the ox cart and telling his eldest grandson: "Be careful when driving, watch the road, don't try to be brave, take turns with the uncles, or you will freeze!"

Jiang Changhe stretched out his thickly gloved hand and said, "Got it, sir! I'm wearing gloves, a hat, and a mask, so I won't be too cold."

"Hey, go ahead. Be careful. It's snowing so heavily! Ask your mother to bring the hot water bottle!" Jiang Quezi shouted.