Farmhouse nan nan fortune is prosperous

Chapter 125 The Famine Year

"I'm looking for you today because I have something to tell you."

"Years ago, Haita Niang went to Qingshan Temple to offer incense, and overheard the abbot of the temple saying that this year's snow is not normal."

The crowd, which was still a little noisy, immediately became quiet when they heard this, knowing that this was a serious matter.

"After observing the sky, there may be floods in the coming year."

After the village chief finished speaking, he looked at the crowd, all of them were worried.

"Village chief, what should we do?"

"That's why?"

The continuous ups and downs of inquiries were very urgent.

"Watching the sky, I just said it is possible, not sure, so everyone should take precautions in advance, and don't sell the food at home. The food has been sold. Buy as much as possible and stock up."

"However, it may be just a misjudgment, and you don't need to panic too much, you just need to know that there is one thing."

After hearing this, some people in the crowd breathed a sigh of relief and didn't take it seriously, while some hurriedly planned to go to the town to buy some food and stock up in two days.

The stone in the village chief's heart has fallen, and he has done his best. As for whether they listen or not, it is not his business.

"Okay, it's Chinese New Year's Eve, and it's really cold, so go home quickly." The village chief waved his hand and dispersed the crowd.

The crowd dispersed.

Liu Hui hurried home.

Seeing her son rushing in, Aunt Liu couldn't help but say, "You're too old, you're so frizzy."

"Mom, do you know what the village chief said at the meeting?"

"I don't know, I didn't go again."

"Brother, look at your anxious face, is there something urgent?" Liu Xiaomei asked.

Aunt Liu also stopped sewing and looked at Liu Hui.

"The snow is not normal this year, and there may be floods in the spring. The village chief asked every household to stock up on food as much as possible." Liu Hui was concise.

Aunt Liu frowned, thought for a while, and found that the snow was indeed a bit evil.

"Our family doesn't have a lot of food. We didn't sell last year's food, and some of them were just bought many years ago." Liu Xiaomei said while eating delicious baked bun slices.

Eat in the mouth, crunchy fragrant.

"Although the village chief said lightly, I feel that the situation is quite serious. Mother, do you think we should buy more?" Liu Hui asked.

Even when it snowed this year, he was already in a bit of a crisis.

I can't do any work every day, so I can only eat and drink at home. All I eat is grain.

"I've calculated the food at home. My mother can live frugally. It's no problem to eat for a year. It doesn't matter if I buy it or not. I can go to town in two days. You can figure it out." Aunt Liu said slowly. Said slowly.

She has experienced years of famine, so she would rather believe what the village chief said about the flood than not.

It's okay to stock up on more food.

Even if there is no flood, there is still food to eat.

"Okay, then I understand." Liu Hui nodded, then continued to chop wood with a small axe.

Split the log into small pieces, which is convenient for fire.

Liu Xiaomei is sitting on the bed and picking up the soles of her shoes, while Aunt Liu is mending a piece of clothing.

The old Zhang family is not so peaceful.

After the meeting at the village chief's house, old man Zhang rushed home to check the situation of the granary. After the check, he was slightly relieved.

Fortunately, there is a lot of food at home.

"Father, even if there is a flood, we don't have to be afraid. Our house is the highest point in the whole village, so we won't be flooded. Besides, we still have so much food, so don't be surprised." Zhang Xiaowu couldn't help but persuade road.

Old man Zhang gave his son a blank look.

"What do you know, if there is a flood, do you think our family will be able to keep so much food?" Old man Zhang said, walking around the granary.

Hearing this, Zhang Xiaowu's hippie smile instantly became serious.

His expression was slightly serious.

"Father, do you mean that there are still people robbing food?"

"It's not just about grabbing food, but also killing people and eating people." Old man Zhang has experienced famine years. Although it has been a long time, he still has lingering fears in retrospect.

Hearing this, Zhang Xiaowu stood up with a whoosh.

His face was slightly pale.

"Then, then, what should we do now?" Zhang Xiaowu scratched his head anxiously, looking around but couldn't think of any solution.

"Build a bigger cellar or something, and move the grain." Old man Zhang said, in order to prevent someone from stealing the grain.

"Okay, it just so happens that the two days of Chinese New Year are fine." Zhang Xiaowu nodded, and went out to discuss with his elder brother and others after speaking.

After discussing with several men from the old Zhang family, they decided to build the cellar under Fubao's bookstore, because the terrain is the highest there.

At that time, even if there is a flood, it will not be flooded.

If that place is flooded, then the entire Qingshan Town will also be flooded.

Just do what you say, the five brothers have worked for more than ten days and finally dug the cellar, leaving a hole for ventilation. When the time comes, even people can hide in it, no problem.

Under Fubao's insistence, the buildings inside can feel human.

Fu Bao felt that maybe he really needed to hide in the future.

In the blink of an eye, it was the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, and it had been snowing every day for half a month. The villagers went to the town together on the sixth day of the lunar new year.

Bought all kinds of food.

As expected, the grain shop in the town has raised two pennies per catty no matter what.

When I bought it, although there were complaints, they didn't say anything.

People who originally wanted to buy less, immediately decided to buy more, and the price of food went up. The village chief said that again, which meant that the waterlogging was a certainty.

The people who bought grain in Qingshan Village did not dare to say too much. What if they leaked their words and let others come to grab grain when they heard about the flood.

"Give me five catties of brown rice." A woman in a blue-gray padded jacket handed over a cloth bag and said to the waiter.

"The brown rice is only three catties." The waiter replied.

The woman frowned, "How is it possible? When I passed by in the morning, I saw that you still had several big bags, but there were so many people at that time, I didn't buy them. Why are there only three catties?"

The woman looked into the shop, and it was true that the brown rice was gone, but there was still a lot of polished rice on the side.

Polished rice is too expensive for her to afford.

"People bought them all, and the road was blocked by heavy snow. Many people in the surrounding villages bought a lot at once. Do you want to get out of the way? There is a queue behind." The waiter urged.

After selling this batch of grain, you can go home.

This woman, mother-in-law, has so many things to do.

"Then I'll take both, and give me five catties of miscellaneous grain noodles." The woman had no choice but to agree.

After paying the money, he turned and left.

At this time, the bosses of the major granaries in the town gathered together.

plotting something.

Qingshan Village.

On the fifteenth night of the first lunar month.

It was the last night of the holiday and also Fubao's birthday.

According to the custom, it is necessary to eat a bowl of longevity noodles.

Sun Taohua cooks in the kitchen these days and is good at cooking, so she made the longevity noodles.

A bowl of noodles, only one noodle is used.

(End of this chapter)