Dressed as a farmer's widow, she brought her daughter to stock up on food and reached the top

While busying herself, Yang's mother kept muttering, "I hope this hailstorm isn't too severe. All our hard work this year won't be in vain."

Xiuying comforted Yang's mother, "Don't worry too much, Mom. Let's do our best to prepare."

The whole family worked together, preparing for the coming hail in a tense and orderly manner.

Suddenly, hail began to fall with a crackling sound. At first it was like dense drumbeats, and in an instant it turned into a fierce attack.

The people in the house felt their hearts jump to their throats when they heard the terrible sound.

"Fortunately, we reinforced the house and built wooden boards on the roof as a cover." Yang's mother said thankfully.

Looking out through the cracks in the window, I saw hailstones the size of eggs, sending up a shower of ice fragments as they hit the ground. The objects originally placed in the yard were knocked over and thrown to pieces.

"If we're not prepared, we'll be in trouble," Xiuying's father said with lingering fear.

Mother Yang clasped her hands together and prayed silently, "God bless you, please stop the hail."

The children hid in the corner, too frightened to make a sound by the unprecedented scene.

As time passed, the hailstorm remained fierce, but fortunately the house withstood the test, and the family finally had a relatively safe shelter in this severe weather.

Hail poured down like stones, and Zhao Cunliang's yard fell into chaos in an instant.

The pots and pans that were originally placed out to collect rainwater made a series of crisp cracking sounds under the fierce attack of hail.

Zhao Cunliang stood at the door, watching his carefully arranged pots and pans being smashed to pieces. He cried out in distress and helplessness, "Oh, what should I do?"

Tian Guilan also rushed out of the house. Seeing this scene, she stamped her feet in anger: "It's all your fault. You had to do this. Now it's all over!"

The hail showed no sign of stopping, continuing its relentless pounding. Broken pots and pans flew everywhere, and the hopeful plan to catch rain was instantly dashed.

The children were frightened by this sudden change and burst into tears. The whole family looked in a state of disarray under the ravages of the hail.

Just as Zhao Cunliang's family had not yet recovered from the shock of their broken pots and pans, the hail suddenly became heavier, with each hailstone as big as a fist hitting the ground fiercely.

The old roof of their house was made of tiles, and at this moment, under the heavy impact of hail, it made a heart-wrenching "crackling" sound.

Zhao Cunliang's face turned pale as he shouted anxiously, "Oh no! I'm afraid the roof won't hold up!"

Tian Guilan was also panicking, her voice tinged with tears: "What should we do? If the roof collapses, we'll have no place to live!"

Before he could finish his words, there was a loud "crash" and a tile was hit by hail and shattered on the ground. Then, more and more tiles began to fall and it started to rain in the house instantly.

The children screamed in fear and huddled together. Zhao Cunliang quickly pulled his family into a relatively safe corner, his heart filled with fear and regret for not heeding Grandma Zhang's advice and taking protective measures in advance.

In that chaotic house, Zhao's mother, who was lying on the bed unable to move, suffered a disaster.

The hailstones mercilessly penetrated the damaged roof and smashed onto Zhao's mother's bed. She was powerless to avoid the cold hailstones and could only utter faint and painful moans.

Mother Zhao's face showed a painful expression, tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes, her lips trembled, and she murmured: "Save me, save me..."

However, Zhao Cunliang and Tian Guilan were too preoccupied with their own affairs to care about Zhao's mother's situation. The bedding beside her was quickly soaked, and her body was covered in bruises from the hail.

The hailstones smashed the surrounding debris into pieces, creating a mess. Mother Zhao looked particularly miserable and helpless in this harsh environment.

Zhao Cunliang, Tian Guilan and several children huddled under a sturdy table, their eyes wide open in horror as they watched the things in their home being smashed by hail.

The house that was once a source of pride has now become shaky, with the plaster on the walls constantly falling off, making a rustling sound.

Tian Guilan hugged the child tightly and said in a trembling voice: "What should we do? Our family..."

Zhao Cunliang gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with despair and helplessness: "It's all my fault. I didn't listen to Grandma Zhang."

The children were so frightened that they burst into tears. Guangzong sobbed and said, "Dad, I'm scared."

Zhao Cunliang pretended to be calm and comforted him, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it will pass."

The hail continued to hit the house violently, and every loud bang seemed to hit their hearts. The tables and chairs in the house were smashed to pieces, and the window glass was shattered, leaving a mess.

Tian Guilan watched all this and couldn't stop crying: "How am I going to live my life from now on..."

Zhao Cunliang looked at his home ravaged by hail, his heart filled with regret and self-blame.

Dafu suddenly widened his eyes and said in horror: "Dad, grandma is still lying in bed!" He looked at Zhao Cunliang with an anxious face.

Zhao Cunliang shuddered, his face showing an expression of pain and confusion. He sighed and said helplessly, "Dafu, with hailstorms that big, it's not that Dad doesn't want to save us, it's that he can't. If we go out, the hail will hit us."

Dafu cried out, "Dad, we can't ignore grandma!"

Zhao Cunliang bit his lip tightly, veins bulging on his forehead as he struggled fiercely within himself. He looked at the pouring hail outside, then at his wife and children trembling beside him, and lowered his head in agony.

At this moment, the sound of hail hitting the roof and the ground seemed to be even more violent, as if mercilessly mocking their helplessness and cowardice.

Zhao's mother lay in bed, listening to the violent sound of hail hitting outside the house, and her heart sank little by little.

She looked at the debris falling from the roof, her eyes gradually turning into despair. And the fact that her eldest son and his family were hiding under the table and hadn't come to rescue her yet made her heart completely cold.

Slowly, Zhao's mother closed her eyes, tears falling from the corners of her eyes. She had never thought that her most beloved eldest son would watch her die at such a critical moment.

Mother Zhao was heartbroken. At the moment of her death, she regretted her actions. She murmured to herself, "I shouldn't have been so harsh and vicious to Xiuying. If I could do it again, I would definitely treat her well."

However, it was too late. Zhao's mother's life ended in regret, while the hail outside the house continued to fall mercilessly.

The hail finally stopped, and the whole world seemed to have been paused, plunging into a dead silence. Zhao Cunliang, Tian Guilan, and the children slowly crawled out from under the table, their faces filled with fear and exhaustion.

They looked at their home, which was destroyed beyond recognition by the hail, in a mess, with broken tiles, broken branches, and debris all over the ground, and their hearts were filled with despair.