Chapter 127： Heavy rain is coming

There was a thunderous sound in the summer afternoon. Jiang Ning rushed out of the house, put away the almost drying paper, and put the dried mushrooms into the storage room. Yang Xiaoya came back as soon as he finished packing.

"Grandma, all the ladies who work in the workshop have gone home to collect their things. Grandma said that the thunder was a bit scary and there would probably be a heavy rainstorm. She asked me not to run around when I came back. She was watching from the workshop and said that those ladies would go back and start again. I will rush back to the workshop to work." Yang Xiaoya explained the matter clearly in a few words.

Jiang Ning looked at the heavy dark clouds outside and felt a little flustered. He quickly pulled Yang Xiaoya into the house, "Your grandma is right, I won't go out today."

The mother and daughter had just said a few words. Jiang Ning wanted to make some food for Yang Xiaoya. As soon as the fire in the stove started to rise, the room became completely dark. A bolt of lightning flashed across the sky again, followed by another burst of thunder. , before the noodles were out of the pot, heavy rainwater poured down on them.

Hearing the crackling sound on the roof, Yang Xiaoya's face turned pale, "Auntie, why is this rain like a stone? It's crackling!"

Jiang Ning's expression changed, and he hurried to the door, just in time to see the ground in the yard covered with dense hailstones. The big ones were the size of young eggs, and the small ones were as big as bird eggs. The rain mixed with hailstones, and the strong wind was raging, turning the flowers in the yard. Beaten to pieces in a hasty manner.

As soon as Yang Xiaoya poked her head in, Jiang Ning pulled her into the house, "Don't go out, this hail can kill someone!"

Yang Xiaoya turned pale with fright. She hid behind Jiang Ning and tightly pulled her clothes, looking at the horrific scene outside that looked like the end of the world.

After a while, the bad weather did not improve, the noodles in the pot were cooked, and the aroma of the food temporarily relieved the mother and daughter's uneasiness. The two simply sat directly at the stove, each with a bowl of noodles, and no one said a word.

After finishing the noodles, Yang Xiaoya washed the bowl with plant ashes, secretly observed at the door for a while, and said excitedly: "Mom, it seems there is no hail anymore."

Jiang Ning went out to take a look, stretched out his hand to feel it, and said with a smile: "It's really gone, but the rain is so heavy that we can't go out for the time being, so we have to wait."

“I don’t know how Ah Nai and the others are doing?” Yang Xiaoya muttered worriedly.

Jiang Ning was also worried, but it was difficult to express it in front of the little girl.

This heavy rain continued from afternoon to dusk. It was already dark at a quarter of an hour. The rain was not letting up, and Jiang Ning became more and more uneasy.

At this time, there was a knock on the door in the courtyard, and she quickly put on her bamboo hat and opened the door.

The person who came was Yang Han. He was wearing a raincoat and a bamboo hat. His trouser legs were rolled up to his knees, but he was still half wet.

Seeing Jiang Ning, Yang Han asked solemnly: "Almost every house in the village has been damaged, and three houses have collapsed. Is your house okay?"

Jiang Ning was stunned for a moment before reacting, "I don't know, Xiaoya and I have been staying in the stove house. The stove house is fine. She said that she hurried back to check, looking at each room, and she was relieved after making sure that there was no leakage in the house."

Yang Han said: "It seems that only your house, the workshop, and the three new houses built by Yang Yong's house are not damaged. Two of my houses have also collapsed. Could you please take in Xiaohua tonight?"

"What's the matter! But what about the others? What should they do?" Jiang Ning looked worried, his brows almost twisted into knots.

Yang Han said in a deep voice: "They were all frightened when they knew something happened to their house. Fortunately, everyone was working inside and did not leave when the weather changed. Otherwise, the consequences would be disastrous. Now the village was flooded and it was dark again. They went out I don’t want to go, and I don’t dare to go out. I plan to spend the night in the workshop, but there is not so much food there.”

"This matter is easy to handle. I have some here. You can send some over first and wait until tonight." Jiang Ning went into the house without saying a word and took a big bag of grain to Yang Han.

Yang Han was not polite to her. He took the food and said, "I will go to the village chief tomorrow morning. Such a big thing has happened in the village. They can't ignore it!"

Yang Han left for an hour before sending Yang Xiaohua over. The little girl was probably frightened. When she saw Yang Xiaoya, she hugged her and kept crying. After crying for a while, she calmed down.

Jiang Ning gave her some noodles to fill her stomach, and Yang Xiaohua's mood improved a little.

Jiang Ning hurriedly took them back to the house to sleep. She fell asleep in the sound of rain. When she woke up, there was still the sound of rain outside the house, but it was not as scary as yesterday.

She quickly put on her bamboo hat, told her two children not to go out, and then opened the yard. Unexpectedly, she saw a "vast ocean" and some houses standing out from the water. The water had already risen to half of the slope. If she went down further, her house might be lost. flooded.

She carefully estimated the water level and retracted her stepped foot decisively.

Yang Xiaoya looked surprised when she saw her leaving and coming back, "Auntie, aren't you going out?"

Jiang Ning turned around and put on a smile that was uglier than crying, "Does our family have a boat?"

Just when the three of them were at a loss what to do, a noisy shout suddenly came from not far away, "Is there anyone else?"

Jiang Ning hurriedly ran out, took a closer look, and raised his hands to say hello, "Here, here! Datou, we are here!"

Yang Datou quickly asked Pan Xiuniang to move the fishing boat over.

"Why are you back?" Jiang Ning was confused.

Yang Datou frowned, "Mom, Songxi Town is also flooded, but it's not as serious as our village."

"Um?"

Seeing that Jiang Ning was puzzled, Pan Xiuniang explained: "The upper reaches of the Wei River burst its banks. The water rushed down in the middle of the night yesterday. I happened to be on the fishing boat and rushed back to pick them up immediately. I heard that several villages were flooded. Datou I have been worried about my family, so we came here.”

Yang Datou added: "Songxi Town has already built flood control dams because it is close to the Weijiang River. It was just because yesterday's heavy rain was too heavy that the water could not be drained out and flooded some. The problem is not big, but the inn cannot pick up guests, so I came back to check first. Look, it’s really serious here, where are grandma, grandma and the others?”

"It's in the workshop! Just take me there to have a look." Jiang Ning jumped on the boat and could no longer see any crops when passing by the paddy fields.

Yang Datou looked sad, "That's the crop that everyone worked so hard to serve! It's all gone!"

Pan Xiuniang sighed, "The most important thing now is people. As long as people are fine, others can still think of ways. At least your side is surrounded by mountains, so people can't starve to death."

When the three of them arrived at the workshop, they only saw the door open and there was no sound at all.

They were startled and shouted loudly. After a while, Li's voice came from Qingfeng Mountain.

Pan Xiuniang hurriedly rowed the boat over, only to see all the villagers huddled in a cave in Qingfeng Mountain, looking like refugees.

With red eyes, Mrs. Li tightly pulled Jiang Ning's sleeves and cried sadly, "It's gone! It's gone! The crops are gone! The food is gone! Even the house is gone! Wuwuwu."