Crossing the farm gate, the whole family reunites in the disaster year

The night gradually brightened.

Erzhu opened his eyes, his bloodshot eyes not showing a trace of sleepiness.

He could not be sent to the government office. After his mother remarried, he had no home. After he was imprisoned, no one would care about him.

Four people were lying on the bedding beside him, sleeping in all directions.

A hint of mockery appeared in Erzhu's eyes. He gritted his teeth and turned his arm. Fortunately, no one searched him and the knife was still on him.

He endured the severe pain and quietly untied the rope, glanced at the four people who were still sleeping, climbed through the window, and disappeared into the morning mist.

Because of a farce last night, Xiahe Village woke up later than usual.

The puppies woke up early, and with their eyes closed, they pushed against the big black belly. The two gray ones were particularly domineering, firmly occupying the middle position, and the other three puppies were squeezed aside.

Lin rearranged the positions of the puppies, let the other three eat, and helped Dahei untie the cloth strips and gave it water.

Millet porridge was cooked in the pot, and five eggs were boiled. The rice oil was left for Dahei, and the rest was given to each person in a bowl.

Today, the village head led the villagers into the city. Cui Zhaozhao got up early in the morning. She was going to the grain store to buy soybean seeds.

"Mom, do you want to take anything with you?"

Lin thought of the quilt that Erlang brought back last night. In a few days, the thin quilts they were wearing would also need to be replaced.

"Buy some cotton and some cloth. The weather is getting cold, so we need to start making clothes and shoes early."

The original body was good at sewing. As long as she had cloth and cotton, she could make all of these.

"Okay, I'll remember that." Cui Zhaozhao counted the things she wanted to buy again, "I'll buy some bones to make soup, and some meat. Stir-fried dishes won't taste good without meat."

It’s hot in the summer, and fresh meat will go bad after one day. Every time I go to the county town to buy meat, I can only eat it for one or two days.

"It would be nice if there was a refrigerator." Cui Zhaozhao sighed softly.

With a refrigerator, she no longer needs to go to the county town to buy meat. She can buy it from the mall whenever she wants to eat it.

Seeing her worried look, Lin couldn't help laughing.

"Buy more. I'll smoke the meat when I get back. Smoked meat lasts longer. Or sausages would be fine. See if you can buy casings."

Cui Zhaozhao's eyes lit up instantly, she liked sausages!

Three fat and seven lean, cut into thin slices, spread on rice and stew together...

"Third aunt."

Shiro suddenly appears and interrupts her gourmet dream.

Lin smiled and looked at him: "What's wrong?"

Si Lang looked excited: "Aunt San, come out and take a look. The bowl I mended yesterday is completely dry and there is no trace of it left."

Lin and Cui Zhaozhao followed him out. Cui Chengliang was also in the yard, looking through the books one by one.

Lin greeted him with a faint smile and turned her attention to the repaired bowl.

"There really is no trace at all. Even if you look closely, it's hard to tell it's been repaired." Lin did not hide the amazement in her eyes.

The repaired bowls all had broken edges or bottoms. These originally minor problems were now almost indistinguishable from intact bowls after repair.

Cui Chengliang's heart was pounding and blood was rushing through his body. This was his first time performing in front of Lin, and it was very successful.

He felt he should say something.

"actually..."

"Third Aunt." Silang spoke at the same time, successfully covering up Cui Chengliang's voice.

"I happen to be able to go to the county town today, so I want to try to sell it there."

Shiro's eyes were bright, his face excited and a little nervous.

Lin thought about it and agreed with his idea. Today, the Xiahe Village collectively went to the city, which was a rare opportunity.

But she was a little worried about Shilang going alone.

"Then pack up and leave in a quarter of an hour."

The bowls and pots were fragile, and transporting them to the city was a problem, but the difficult issue was quickly solved.

Shiro took out two bamboo baskets, which were smaller than ordinary bamboo baskets, had a carrying rope and a lid, and were filled with hay.

Si Lang rubbed his hands and said, "My second brother made the bamboo basket based on the peddler's bamboo box. Xiao Wu and Xiao Qi gathered the hay. It should not break if we use the hay as padding."

These children were really working hard, and looking at what they had prepared, Lin felt that her worries were completely unnecessary.

Silang was more thoughtful than she thought, and might even have figured out how to sell it, but that didn't stop her from going with him.

Several people put the pottery into a bamboo basket. After that, Silang took out the shoulder pole he had prepared in advance, and carried it out one after another.

"Uncle Village Chief, something bad has happened!"

Many people were going to the county town today, and they were all waiting under the big locust tree. At this time, the man sent by the head of the village to pick up people came running over.

"One ran away! The one with the injured arm ran away."

"What?!" The village head was overwhelmed.

"Send someone to look for him!"

The man who reported the news said with a sad face: "I have searched everywhere, but I can't see a single person."

The veins on the head of the village were throbbing. Were these people idiots? They locked him up twice and he escaped twice.

However, the most urgent task at the moment is to send the remaining four people to the government.

"We can't wait any longer. Let's set off first and have those who remain in the village search carefully. Oh, and let the head of Liushu Village know while we're at it."

After giving the instructions, the headman tied the remaining four people onto the ox cart and took them out of the village.

After traveling through time for so long, this was the first time for Lin to enter the city. Looking at the scenery along the way, he felt a sense of sympathy.

I don’t know when this cruel natural disaster will end, and I can’t imagine what the fate of those who can’t survive it will be.

Suddenly someone pointed into the distance and exclaimed.

“There’s actually water in their village.”

From a distance, the ridges in the fields were shining with silver light, and the crops were full of vitality, obviously they had drunk enough water.

"Hey, look at that village, it seems like they're watering the fields too."

In the distance, villagers were carrying shoulder poles, and water splashed everywhere when they swayed.

The villagers kept exclaiming in surprise that they had not left the village for several days and had realized that such big changes had taken place outside without them noticing.

No one stopped them on the road to rob them, and they walked briskly all the way to the city gate.

The village head led his people into the city.

Lin slowed down his pace, looked at the people coming in and out of the city gate, his eyes thoughtful.

Many vendors were hawking their wares near the city gate. Some drove ox carts to sell water, some sold vegetables grown at home, and some could not make ends meet and set up stalls to sell their old clothes. Of course, the prices were very low.

"Just here."

There is a large flow of people at the city gate, and the people coming and going are mixed. The things being sold around are daily necessities, and the customer base is precise.

After knowing that they were setting up a stall here, Cui Zhaozhao and his brother went to the city to buy things first.

Shiro found a vacant space and spread out the bowls on the ground.

There was a woman selling eggs next to her, and she couldn't help but look over.

"Ceramic bowls? Oh, they're not easy to sell. I can barely afford to eat these days, let alone buy bowls."

No one was buying eggs, but someone actually wanted to sell bowls. The aunt glanced at Lin and shook her head secretly. She looked pretty, but unfortunately she was not very smart.

Before he could wait for the guests, he was hit by his colleagues, and Shilang felt a little discouraged.

Lin said calmly, "Our bowls are different. They will sell."

Aunt Jidan didn't believe it, so she picked up a bowl and looked at it again and again.

"It's clearly a ceramic bowl. How come I can't tell the difference?"