Little Fubao from the farmhouse takes space to flee famine

Chapter 2 Climbing Nine Peaks at Night

The kerosene lamps dangled the window paper, and almost every household was cleaned up with a crackling, and the pots and pans were all reluctant, dragging the family to climb to the top of Jiufeng.

This is the highest place in the land, except for the trails that people have stepped on all the year round, the rest of the place is densely forested.

An Ran was carefully wrapped in linoleum, only the upper half of her face was exposed.

She has no intention of taking care of the farm now. She is still so young and might die here.

"Hurry up, those in front! Those behind will drown!"

"Shun, shun~, where are you?"

"Mother, mother, woo woo woo—"

The yelling and yelling came and went one after another, as if they wanted to rush forward.

There are more and more people climbing Nine Peaks, the trails are slippery, and no one is willing to open a new road.

The mountain road is steep, the rain washes and the friction of people, the road seems to be polished, some people just climbed up and then slipped down.

Wang Yonglin held the rice bucket and covered his wife and children underneath. The toes of his two feet were firmly pressed against the ground with every step he took.

"Dad, be careful!" Wen Zhuo saw someone rolling down in front of him and heading straight towards them.

Wang Yonglin put the two ears of the rice bucket on the ground, exerted force with his feet, and pushed the person down.

"Thank you, brother, thank you, brother." After saying this, the woman hurriedly held the newly scattered grains with her hands, mixed them with soil, and put them into the bag.

"What's going on with the one in front, hurry up, the water is going to flood up." He said and started to roughly pull the person in front.

Even on the mountain, you can faintly see that the place where they live has been submerged by water, and the water below the mountain is still overflowing.

The panic-stricken people began to hustle and shove, only to hear horrified wailing from behind, as if someone had been pushed down the mountain.

"Yongping, hold on, this road is impassable, go up from here, boys, follow closely." Wang Changyi took the initiative to lead his family to another road.

I couldn't see anything in the dark forest, despite the weeds and thorny branches scraping my hands.

The men lead the way, the women follow behind with food and items, and the children hold hands tightly.

The people behind couldn't see who went where, they only knew that they were crowded towards crowded places.

Everyone was soaked to the skin, waiting for dawn to see what was going on, and now their eyes were open and blind.

Father Wang and his family leaned against a rock, quickly cut off branches, propped up the rice bucket, and laid a piece of linoleum.

"Zhenxiang, are Fubao okay?" Mr. Wang never forgot his newly born granddaughter.

"Fortunately, your baby was born in the morning. If it is now, I'm afraid it will be difficult."

The women took out dry cloths to wipe water for their boys. If they caught cold in the mountains, they would get sick.

"Father, when will the rain stop?" Wen Yuan watched the rain gather and flow down the mountain in streams.

No one knows when the rain will stop, as such heavy rain has not been seen for many years.

Father Wang took off his worn out shoes, scraped the thick wet mud on the soles with a branch, and tried to smoke two packs of dry cigarettes, but unfortunately they were all wet.

"Even if the rain stops, it will take two or three days for the water to recede. I don't know how many people will die. The master in the Yan Luo Palace will have to hire people, and the crops will not survive."

The failure of crops means the failure of people.

An Ran was held by her mother, and she was not exposed to the rain along the way. Except for her and the whole family, they were all wet, and the sound of squeezing water could be heard.

Her small farm has reached level [-]. It can grow wheat, rice, potatoes, tomatoes, sugar cane, and there will be gold coins every time it is harvested. She wants to buy a chicken coop so that she can raise the cheapest chicks first.

No one fell asleep that night, and the rain did not stop.

The only dry food that the family can eat is the coarse grain steamed buns made at night, but it is Zhenxiang who has given birth to a baby first.

"Yong Lin and I went out to check on the situation."

Wang Yongan took his fourth younger brother to the outside of the forest and found a place with a good view. The water at the foot of the mountain formed a lake, and there was no shadow of the village in the past.

The roads are all trampled by people, and there are grain bowls wrapped in mud.

The people on this mountain are all from several nearby villages, and they are now huddled together on the mountain.

Of course, not only people were forced to the mountain by the flood, but also those animals, cowering on the top of the mountain just like people.

The two of them talked about the situation outside. The water probably flooded most of the places near the Changshui River, including the county. People who fled the village gathered on the mountain, and many people drowned.

"Third son, take your second son to see what wild animals are in the mountains. If there is water, they will run up here to seek refuge. Chunlan and Cuiying are looking for some wild vegetables."

Everyone performs their duties and looks for survival supplies.

But he heard a horrified cry and a woman stumbled over.

"Dead man, floating ahead..., aha..." The woman was so frightened that she trembled when she spoke.

Originally, she wanted to find the red parcel that had been dropped yesterday, which contained her dowry, but she saw a dead body floating in the water just halfway down the road.

Father Wang looked back at the female relatives at home, told them to stay well, and sent the woman away just now.

Death is inevitable. Now everyone is trying to save their own lives. No one is willing to salvage. Not to mention the danger, there is an epidemic atmosphere up there.

The people on the top of the nine peaks each occupy an open space. The water that cannot retreat makes people anxious. If this continues, it will be a battle between trapped beasts.

The members of the Wang family are all laborers, and when they came out, they brought complete equipment, and the whole family was close together.

Father Wang is a person who has experienced strong winds and waves. After the flood, the crops will have to be replanted, and there may be epidemic diseases.

An Ran's eyes were blocked by the linoleum, and she could only hear the sound of tick-tock-tick, the rain became smaller.

A few light coughs attracted her attention. Her mother must have caught a cold. She was already weak and now it is getting worse. She is afraid that it will be the root cause of the disease in the future.

"Mom, let me warm your hands." Wen Zhuo is a long-bodied boy with a body like a small stove.

"My sister is so good, her face is red." Wen Zhuo liked to touch his sister's soft little face the most.

In order to provide the family with hot food, Mr. Wang found a lot of wet pine needles and fallen leaves, and used a few rags as a primer. The thick, wet smoke billowed, making people cough.

This wisp of smoke attracted many people, who came to lend a hand by the fire, and some even formed a circle through conversation, warming their wet clothes.

Little An Ran was nestled in the solid linoleum blanket after eating milk, and could hear the whispers of the woman next to her.

This tone is her second aunt's fault, she hates these people who don't work hard and only talk about getting close, they don't pick up a single firewood, and when they see someone has a fire, they lean over to pick up ready-made ones.

Father Wang didn't say anything and asked the qualified and organized people to borrow the fire.

Many people think that wet firewood is not easy to ignite. The old Wang's fire is big, even if it is wet, as long as it is easy to burn for a while, the moisture will ignite, and they can chat and dry clothes on the spot.

A few women took advantage of last night's rain to boil some wild vegetables, as long as it was warm, it would be a little comforting.

(End of this chapter)