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

Chapter 96

"Ouch! You scared me!" Jiang Suying almost jumped up, covering her chest with one hand and pulling Jiang Xiaomi's wrist with the other hand: "When did you cough? Do you have a runny nose? Do you have phlegm?"

Obviously she also heard Jiang Xiaomi coughing.

"I started coughing a little this morning, with white phlegm, a little sore throat, and a little clear nasal discharge." Jiang Xiaomi said as she coughed again.

"Well, it's nothing serious, just a minor illness. You can go back first. I'll ask someone to boil the medicine and send it to you later." Jiang Suying put down her hand.

"What's going on inside?" Jiang Xiaomi was reluctant to leave, so she stretched her little head to look inside.

"Catching leeches!"

By the time Fang Hai brought the firewood over, most of the leeches had been caught.

"Come." Kong Qing stretched out his hand to Fang Hai. Fang Hai moved the firewood closer. With a "hiss", the leech's fat body curled up suddenly, and with another burn, it fell down.

Wow, it’s three times thicker when fat, and as big as my index finger.

"How much blood of mine has this consumed?" Kong Qing was heartbroken. How much food would he have to eat to make up for it?

"It's good for your health to bleed occasionally." Jiang Suying walked in from outside: "It will be very itchy, go to cabinet No. 5 and find some ointment to apply, don't scratch it."

Jiang Suying straightened her body deliberately, as if the person who had just been scared away was not her.

"I understand, Master." Kong Qing said.

Jiang Xiaomi followed him in and looked down at the fat leech. When he saw it sticking its head out, he kicked it. Kong Qing couldn't help it, so he took two steps forward and stomped hard before he caught it.

It was strange. He had clearly used all his strength, but the leech didn't spit out any blood!

The leeches were scalded to death, taken out and placed on hot tiles to dry. The taste was indescribably strange and quite boring. Jiang Xiaomi stayed for a while, drank a bowl of bitter medicine, and left.

On the way back, the rain got heavier and the sky was gray. At first glance, I almost thought I had cataracts.

It was the thirty-fifth day of the rainstorm. There was heavy rain and fog. You couldn’t even see a person walking five meters away.

The entire Chunzhou was flooded, except for a few villages built on high ground like Jiangjia Village.

If the flooding was shallow, half of the house was still exposed; if the flooding was deep, the roof could not be seen.

From a distance it looks like a vast ocean.

Governor Wen, who had lived in the mountains for half a month, was becoming increasingly irritable: "When will this damn rain stop? That bastard Chen Nuo hasn't sent any food yet?"

The Chunzhou County Magistrate Ming stood below and shook his head cautiously, saying carefully, "It's raining so hard that we have changed camps twice. Magistrate Chen may have also moved to a new place and is no longer in the county. It's normal that the servants can't find him for a while. Please wait a little longer."

"What are you waiting for? If he doesn't send us grain, we'll be left with nothing!" Governor Wen became angrier and angrier as he spoke. He pointed at his nose and cursed, "You useless thing, what a stupid idea! The grain is well stored in the granary, why are you selling it? If it's old grain, then it's old grain. How much is it worth? Why do you insist on selling it? You short-sighted thing!"

"Didn't I think the new grain would be harvested soon?" the magistrate of Chunzhou County muttered softly.

"Where is it?! Where is the new grain?" Governor Wen kicked him out of the makeshift wooden house. The heavy rain instantly soaked him. He got up in the mud and knelt down, saying repeatedly: "Governor, calm down, Governor, calm down!"

Governor Wen snorted but did not shout.

Under the vague gaze, the magistrate of Chunzhou County clenched his fists in his sleeves. He lowered his head to hide the look in his eyes, and still begged for mercy in a timid voice.