The protection of the last days

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Lian Yao tried his best to free her hands from the thick cotton gloves, and then she covered her mouth and nose, and pulled away the big cashmere scarf with the eyes outside. A white gas came out. Breathe smoothly.

Wu Qingfeng shook off the scattered snow on her body, loosened her scarf a little, then put her gloves on again, and reached out to her abdomen to help her hold the hot water bottle stuffed in her clothes to avoid falling.

Lin Bao, who was sitting behind them, looked straight and covered his face: Master, your actions are too easy for people to misunderstand!

"Dangdang—"

Seeing that people were almost there, the village chief knocked on the brazier to signal that the meeting was about to be held.

"Everyone is quiet, it's cold, let's make a long story short. Everyone should have heard about the Seventh Granny. It stands to reason that she still has a son and a daughter-in-law, and it is not the village's turn to intervene. I can’t just leave it alone. I mean, every family will pay a little bit, first pick up a coffin and put people in the ground for safety. Everyone, do you have any other opinions?"

The people below talked a lot, but they just discussed in a low voice below, and no one came out to speak.

Two sets of coffins don't cost much, and even less for each household.Although this year's harvest is not good, it is not impossible to show this.Besides, people in a village always have this kind of human touch.Therefore, there is no opinion on the village chief’s proposal.

"Since everyone doesn’t have any opinions, then it’s so decided. But now it’s not easy to make two sets of coffins temporarily. See which one has them, can you use them first, and make one later when the weather improves The new one is back."

Everyone is silent now.There are coffins at home, and most of them are for the elderly in the family.This is also the custom here.Even if the children in the family don't want to, the old people will prepare for themselves.Since I was preparing for myself, I naturally spent a lot of time preparing the wood, and the things were also carefully made by skilled carpenters.For a century-old event, no one usually wants to lend this out.

Seeing no one was speaking, the village head lowered his head and took two puffs of cigarettes, and said nothing more.He knew very well what everyone thought.This kind of thing is not easy to force, even if he is the village head.

"Okay, since no one wants to, then, Lao Mu, I can only work hard for you in the past two days. Let's get out the coffin for the seventh old lady."

Lao Mu is a carpenter in the village, formerly named Wu Peishu, an ancestral carpenter.Everyone thinks his name is troublesome. When he was young, he called him Xiaomu. Now he has become an old wood. His son who joined him in the carpentry business naturally inherited the title of Xiaomu.

Hearing this before, Lao Mu had been hiding and silent, but he was still named, and his face was a little unwilling: "Village Chief, this cold weather, the wood is so hard that the ink can’t melt, what to do? what?"

To be honest, his family's craftsmanship is not bad, and he often goes to the town or even the city to do work. The family is wealthier than the others in the village.Except for the compound, it should rank among the top three in the village.Therefore, I am not very willing to this drudgery.

The village chief nodded and said: "Everyone understands these. But no one wants to borrow life materials, so they can only do it temporarily. You can't let people just bury them without anything. In this way, you count, how much do you want for material processing? As long as it is not too much, everyone will recognize it."

Probably knowing that this matter cannot be pushed away, Lao Mu bowed his head and thought for a while and said, "The village chief, all belong to the same village. I should do my part in reasoning. In this way, I don’t need money, 1,500 catties. I pack rice, one large and one small.” Biqugek www.hoennk.com

His family’s rice production was reduced in the first half of this year, and the rice harvest in the second half of the year was dead. The remaining sweet potatoes are still in the field, and they don’t know if they will be damaged by the snow.According to the current trend, he thinks it is better to save more food at home.

One thousand and five hundred catties of rice looked like a lot, but there were only 50 households with only 30 catties, not much at all.So even if someone is unwilling to see something from it, most people agree, and they have to unwillingly separate a little from the food stored at home.

"There's another thing." When the matter was settled, Lao Mu spoke again, "Now I can't work in the yard this day. The village has to find me a bigger house and prepare some firewood to burn a brazier. Okay. Otherwise, the body is cold, the hands and feet can't be done, and the job can't be done well."

This is also true.The village chief thought for a while, and finally looked at the meeting room, and finally said, "Then do it here. Each family will pay another three catties of firewood, should it be enough?"

Lao Mu didn't evade any more, but responded.The two coffins will definitely be completed in two or three days.At this time, it is impossible to ask for more refinement, it is almost the same, so the speed is very fast.

"That's it. Next, let's talk about the field." The village head glanced at Wu Qingfeng, and then said: "The second season of rice harvest is absolutely the same. Everyone is in the same situation now. They are all sweet potato potatoes. I thought it was going to be clear for a while, so everyone didn’t rush to harvest it. No one thought that there would be such a heavy snow suddenly. If this snow is only for the past two days, it will probably be fine. Just like the rain last month, for eight or nine days, even if buried in the ground, the sweet potato will be frozen. So I see, do you guys suffer a little bit and grab the grain from the ground?"

At this time, everyone knew why the village head started to look at Wu Qingfeng and the others.Because only their family’s food has been harvested, and vegetables are still grown in the greenhouse, but the ground outside is being fattened and nothing is grown.Now it seems that their home is the safest and most worry-free.

Although Wu Qingfeng had reminded everyone that they planted early and harvested early, some people still couldn't help but complain.He knew this kind of climate a long time ago, right?If he had said a little bit more clearly, how could people not believe it?It will not fall into this situation now.This is considered anger.

But no one dared to say this, even if it was said, Wu Qingfeng didn't care.He has already said it. Believe it or not is a matter of other people, so it doesn't matter to him even if the land has no harvest.

If you are a little bit more sensible, you don't think so.Instead, I would be grateful to Wu Qingfeng.After all, if it weren't for him, this season would definitely be a dead end.Although it is a little harder now, there is still something to gain.

"I think so. It's only the next day. The snow is not that thick and it hasn't frozen yet, so it's easier to dig. I really wait for the next two or three days. The snow is thicker and harder to dig."

"Yes, there are still people in the countryside who can't endure hardship? It's better than an absolute harvest."

"A little bit is a little bit, who knows what year it will be?"

Everyone was talking about it, but most of them agreed with the village chief’s proposal.

"That's it. That's it. While it's still early, everyone hurried back to prepare. Prepare more to keep out the cold, and don't be reluctant to burn firewood at home. Anyway, wait until the grain is in the warehouse, and everyone will have a stable year this year.

Everyone responded, but their eyes looked at Lian Yao from time to time.

Lin Bao saw the intentions of these people and was unhappy.Is this habit or something?I usually have something good but I don’t think about the compound. Will this start up my sister’s idea again?