Mozun is forced to farm

Xie Xuechen didn't sleep too soundly, but he never had the magical concept of "the house he sleeps in will collapse" in his mind.

Before he fell asleep, he heard the sound of the torrential rain, pouring down continuously from the highest place like several pots of boiling water.

Lin Zhu blew up and screamed, the house was pitch black and something else collapsed outside the house, and the atmosphere immediately became full.

He was very timid, and he didn't dare to go to the fire to light the lamp when he heard the earth-shattering thunder outside. He shook himself when the thunder sounded, and in the confusion, he grabbed Xie Xuechen's arm tightly with one hand, and the two of them were close to each other with sweat in between.

"It's just thunder." Xie Xuechen was not used to such a short distance, so he grabbed his arm and snapped his fingers, and the house immediately brightened up, but all the fires were ignited out of thin air, and the green was faint and miserable.

The green light flickered in conjunction with the heavy rain in the night, and the house was no different from the grave.

Lin Zhu was about to cry: "It's already scary, can you bring some fire from the world!!"

Mozun is indifferent: "You really care about your appearance. You used to dislike crops and now you still want to provoke the color of fire..."

"faster!!"

The man waved his hand again, Youyou Huoyan reluctantly changed from green to red, pretending that he was in the world.

Lin Zhu let out a long breath, and fell into a ball under the couch, shivering like a chipmunk.

Xie Xuechen sat on a high place observing his messy appearance, and wanted to poke him a bit.

"What's broken outside?"

"The direction seems to be the barn." Lin Zhu wrapped himself in a quilt and wrapped himself into a rice dumpling, refusing to go anywhere: "I don't know if the cellar will get flooded. If the pigsty is not built well, it may also collapse."

Depressed and depressed, he was powerless to fight back at the mercy of the four seasons. He listened to the noise of the rain outside, and asked for a long while, "Are you afraid of thunder?"

"generally."

"I'm so scared," the scholar raised his head and said softly like a child, "I'm afraid that mosquitoes will get into my ears, that ghosts will touch my feet while sleeping, and that thunder will kill me with a bang—but it must be I think too much, thunder won’t hit people, right.”

Xie Xuechen became interested, smiled and told the truth: "I was struck to death by lightning."

"..."

"What you did when you picked me up from the river is how I was struck by lightning."

Before he finished speaking, another thunderbolt came down, and Lin Zhu followed suit, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

It was a long night.

Xie Xuechen seems to be sleeping but not sleeping.There is an enchantment covering the main house, nothing will happen, he just leans against the wall and stays with him for a while.

He has spent hundreds of days and nights of thunder and storm alone, but this one seems to be different.

Lin Zhu resolutely refused to flatten his body and lie back on the bamboo bed, and wrapped himself in a quilt in the corner all night.

When the rain stopped at dawn, an old woman went out to visit them, and woke them up from their light sleep with a loud voice.

"Boy of the Lin family!! Your barn has collapsed, come out and clean it up!"

"Oh, so many fences fell down, did the back room also have a wall collapsed?"

They put on a coat and went out to see, and it was true.

I heard that some neighbors repaired the eaves with oil-paper lanterns in the middle of the night, and some people had a lot of hail in the vegetable garden, which scared the old hens away.

As soon as the rain stopped in the middle of the night, many people built wall houses against the cold wind to minimize the risk of loss as much as possible.

Xie Mingyan sleeps soundly in the big goose down bed, and when she wakes up in the morning, she hears something moving on the opposite side and comes out to watch.

- You don't even know how to do such a simple technique?The house collapsed like this?

-roll;

Forget it, my younger brother may have been stunned by lightning earlier, so I asked Brother Wei to help you rebuild a decent house.

The fairy changed clothes and combed her hair under the attendants, and walked to the gate of the opposite courtyard, but was almost hit by a strong man carrying a wooden ladder.

"Oh, sorry, this ladder is too obstructive, we didn't see it."

"Miss, let's go in and help with tools!"

Xie Mingyan took a few steps aside and watched a group of strong men and women enter Lin's house.

Some were carrying a basket of wooden dowels, and some were carrying bags of gravel, all heading towards the blown-down parapet and the overturned barn.

Only then did he realize that they were going to help him.

No magic tricks, no spells.

More than a dozen people passed their hammers back and forth, jingling one after another, and yelling from time to time.

"Brother Lin! Pass me a bowl of water, and I'll put a few more stakes into the pigsty for you!"

"What do you mean a scholar can't rebel for ten years? I'll have to come and see your house next time when the eaves are being repaired. It's too casual."

"That's right, it will fall when you blow it!"

Lin Zhu scratched his head and tried to explain a few words, but in the end he was subdued: "I thought I wouldn't get it upside down..."

He became an orphan at the age of ten, and now he has lived as if he grew up on a family meal. He is everyone's younger brother and everyone's family member.

Xie Xuechen lived here suddenly, and the others were not surprised, they exchanged pleasantries with him while neatly repairing the roof tiles.

"General, you haven't seen such rough work before."

"His straw mud wall is not bad, but the pigsty is still not good enough. What should I use? Sanhe soil!"

Just as Lin Zhu brought a plate full of tea with both hands, he tripped over mud and stones and almost fell, Xie Xuechen raised his hand to take it, and delivered tea to everyone without saying a word.

It was the first time he knew such a world.

People came from far away villages to help without asking for payment.

Repair their houses, fasten their boards.

All the people are scattered in front of the mountain and behind the mountain. It only takes a mountain rain to integrate into one place again, like a tiny and tacit understanding of ant colony.

Mozun used to look at the crowd.

But the crowd knelt at his steps, terrified of his joy and anger, driven to order, and treated as humble and insignificant insects and ants.

All the dedication and giving are to please the superiors. Since the birth of the parents, they have been separated by different classes, and the gully is clear.

At this moment the crowd reached out to him.

He stood there in a daze, not knowing how to advance or retreat.

Xu Laosi took the tea bowl and saw that it was him, and smiled a little awkwardly: "What a shame, let the general bring me tea!"

"It's okay." Xie Xuechen looked at him and said for a long time, "My name is Xie."

"Looking like I'm in my twenties, I'll give you a pee!" The others laughed and said, "Didn't sleep well last night, go back to the room and rest for a while, we're here!"

Lin Zhu handed them hot towels to wipe off their sweat, holding the basin by the side, a little depressed: "I'm causing you trouble again..."

"It's a matter of convenience," Aunt Ge drove the chicken back, and helped to feed the pig food: "You usually write letters for me, so what are you doing?"

Aunt Kang was still working at the inn in the north, so she specially asked the staff to make a large portion of fresh meat buns, and rewarded everyone at noon.

The buns have thin skin and lots of meat, and the gravy burst out after one bite, which is so fresh and thick that it is refreshing.

Everyone was busy working until sunset, and it started to rain sporadically again. Lin Zhu hurriedly called everyone to go to the small kitchen to warm up and dry their clothes before leaving.

His family is empty, and he has to raise money to go to Beijing to take the exam again. He can't afford a decent banquet at the moment, so he can only invite everyone to eat roasted yams and roasted sweet potatoes.

The potatoes are roasted by the fire to give them a scorched aroma. You don’t need to use a knife to peel them. You just rub them with your hands and they open. They are as fragrant as they are without salt, mixed with the aroma of charcoal.

Next to the dim fire, people sat in groups, drank a bowl of hot tea and chatted about this year's weather and trivial matters in neighboring villages.

When many people came, they not only brought their own dry food, but also specially brought some food for Lin Zhu.

Jie Mingyan didn't help much, but he was also given a hot roasted sweet potato, and sat outside to listen to their chat.

He glanced at Xie Xuechen, who was peeling roasted tomatoes again, and the two looked at each other, silent and hesitant.

The world of fairy thoughts and demons is gone in an instant.

Turning one's hands into clouds and hands into rain, or having the ability to go to the sky and enter the earth, and how many fetters and entanglements one bears, once they return to the world, they all seem to be turned into smoke.

It is the world where the soil is damp and the rice fields are blown by the wind.

It is a world with fragile walls and blazing fire.

The sky darkened quickly, and it rained heavily outside the house again, but the people in the house had already prepared for it, and those whose homes were far away saw that it was going to rain again, and left early, leaving only a few nearby neighbors.

It was rare to get together for a short break, and they talked about the rain, sighing softly like bamboo.

The rain is too fast and too frequent, it doesn't matter if you get wet, you are afraid that the roots of the spring seedlings will be rotted.

Now that human life is so cheap, the annual harvest of ten peasants is no more than the golden bell on the neck of the eunuch's dog. I heard that every year people in the suburbs of the city freeze to death and starve to death, and there is only a difference between more and less.

Even so, I still hope that God will be merciful and that it will not rain too much.

Leave some food, let them feed their children, so that they can support each other and continue to live.

Xie Xuechen finished eating the roasted tomato in his hand, turned around and went out in the rain.

Fa Cai originally slept on the lap of his aunt and snored. Seeing his master leaving, he followed Lian Yan to chase after him. He opened his three eyes in the rainy night, and his three wet tails dangled back and forth.

The black robe was drenched by the rain, and a single thought was as dry as before.

He continued to walk forward, and the rain avoided all of them, not daring to bother him.

Jie Mingyan waited in front, holding up an oil-paper umbrella.

The two of them stood in the middle of the field, unable to see anything in the dark.

When the rain and fog come together, the communication between the sky and the earth becomes blurred, as if people are living in a tank of water, like fish stalking around in the world.

Xie Xuechen watched for a long time, and knew that the rain would last for another seven or eight days.

"Think of a way."

"It's hard to think about." Hearing the crackling sound of the umbrella, Xie Mingyan looked sideways at him: "The dragons in the sky are ordered to spread the rain, so don't mess around."

"Do you have to go?" Xie Xuechen was silent for a moment, and finally took off his coat.

With a wave of his hand, the black cloak floated in the sky, and in a flash it was a mighty wind.

The wind blows and the rain is sheltered, and the falling rain rolls up like a long curtain on the left and right and wraps into the stream and valley. There are only a few drops of water on the field, which will not hurt the foundation.

"so?"

"Very cunning." Jie Mingyan looked at the robes that spread out like wings high in the sky, and raised his hand to pass Lin Zhu's oil-paper umbrella.

An umbrella blocks the rain in the north of the mountain, and a robe blows away the wind in the south of the mountain.

They stood side by side in the middle of the night, silent.

Even if we are strangers, we still have the same things we want to do.

Thousands of grass seedlings had their leaf tips drooping slightly, sleeping soundly in Ning Ye.