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

Chapter 70

In the evening, at dinner time, the fat chef brought out the last dish with a smile on his face.

From a distance, Jiang Xiaomi smelled the familiar smell, "Snail rice noodle?"

"Yes, Miss! I finally made it! Would you like to taste it?"

"This smell..." Qin covered her nose with a handkerchief, otherwise she was afraid that she would lose her composure at the dinner table.

The fat cook secretly thought that things were not good. He was only thinking about the eldest lady and forgot about the other masters.

"It smells bad, but it tastes good. Would you like to try it, Aunt San?" Jiang Xiaomi said happily.

"No, no, no..."

Okay, Jiang Xiaomi doesn’t understand but respects everyone who cannot accept snail noodles.

"Let me try it!" Seeing her eldest granddaughter's enthusiastic recommendation, Old Lady Yang couldn't bear to disappoint her, so she asked the maid to serve her a bowl. She had to admit that the taste was really strong.

"Is it delicious, grandma?" Jiang Xiaomi stared at Grandma Yang, not missing a single one of her expressions.

"It really does smell bad but tastes delicious." Old Mrs. Yang has lived for most of her life, so she has naturally eaten food that smells bad but tastes delicious. This snail noodle really tastes good.

"Really?" Jiang Xiaomi said with a smile, and she also took a sip of the food with her chopsticks, hmm!

The fat chef restored the taste of modern snail noodles to 99%. It’s stinky and delicious!

Seeing this, others also tried a small bowl. Qin, who was pregnant and had "yue" several times, asked for a bowl too. She took a sip while pinching her nose. Her eyes suddenly widened, and then she stared at the sour bamboo shoots and ate them.

The pickled bamboo shoots are sour and spicy, just to her liking.

If Jiang Suying hadn't told her that she shouldn't eat too much pickled food, she would have probably shown off a bowl of it.

The fat cook finally felt relieved.

But there is an exception - Jiang Xiumian.

He didn't even touch it.

Although he has become immune to the stench of snail noodles over the years, there is no way he would eat it.

He didn't eat it, but someone else was tempted by it.

Jiang Xiubai, who was sitting on the other side of the wall, smelled the scent and had only one thought in his mind - he missed home.

So he bought three packets of snail noodles at the mall and cooked dinner for Jiang Yida and Liu himself. Liu was so angry that she almost hit him. Every corner of the house was smelly, and people couldn't help but wonder if the toilet was leaking.

Jiang Yida was even more direct: "Are you home?"

The brief feeling of homesickness came to an abrupt end.

After everything was settled, the whole village had a rare early dinner.

It was still early, and the elderly people who used to like to gather under the big banyan tree to chat, but today the middle-aged and young people also came over after dinner.

Sit in a row and watch the show every day.

It drizzled a little in the morning, so everyone was mentally prepared, but it cleared up so quickly.

But at noon, the whole sky was dark, but it was almost dark and the rain still didn't fall.

"When will the rain start?" Some of the younger ones couldn't help but look up at the sky and asked the elderly people next to them.

"Look at the sky, it could rain at any time." The old man with gray beard sat on a rock under a tree, looking worried, "I'm afraid it will rain a lot!"

"It started to rain heavily as soon as it started. Oh...what can I do?"

"Yes, if it rains like this for three months, won't the whole county be flooded?"

"Even if it floods, what can we do? Can you ask God to stop it from raining?"

"What you said..."

"If you want to go down, go down quickly. If you can't go down, I'm so worried that I can't sleep well."

……

As night falls, a drizzle begins.

Somehow, the chickens, ducks, geese, pigs, sheep and cows in the village all started to become restless, and the wild beasts in the mountains also kept howling, from near to far, making the whole village uneasy.

Animal warning: Animals’ ability to predict danger is far superior to that of humans, and their accuracy is also quite high.

From small things like ants moving due to rain to big things like snakes leaving their holes due to earthquakes, there are traces of everything.

Old Master Jiang stood under the eaves, leaning on a cane, his brows furrowed with worry: "This day has finally come..."

He remembered that on the eve of the flood fifty years ago, these little animals raised at home also jumped up and down like this, and some even ran into problems and died. He didn't take it seriously at the time, but later he realized that these little animals knew something and wanted to escape.

"Dad, we have done what we should and can do. Now it all depends on our fate...ah..."

Old Master Jiang hit him with his cane: "Life, your grandma's leg! We have prepared so much in advance, and you tell me to rely on fate?! What fate! From now on, we have to rely on ourselves! From now on, we have to rely on ourselves!"

God is about to give up, why do we still rely on fate? If we rely on it, we will die!

"Yes, yes, yes! I get it. We have to rely on ourselves from now on!" Old Master Jiang's eldest son was really aggrieved. He was so old, already a grandfather, but he still had to be beaten by his father.

It was fine if I got beaten, but I didn't even dare to complain.

Fortunately, there were only the father and son there. If a younger person was present, it would have damaged his dignity!