In the golden autumn of September, the osmanthus is fragrant, and it should be the harvest season, but because of this damn drought, the fields are crisscrossed with ravines and overgrown with weeds. The water level of lakes and rivers has plummeted, and the water in wells has also dropped again and again, making it difficult to get water, let alone irrigating and farming. Under poverty, in order to survive, many people began to gnaw on the bark of trees and eat grass leaves, and some were so hungry that they even ate red soil, and finally dragged them to death because they could not pull them out.

In order to survive, many people leave their hometowns and go to other places to find a way to live, usually full of people, the small village full of life is lifeless for a while, only occasionally passing by the yacha will go into the village with a dark face to look around, if you find someone who has died, you will concentrate on cremation and bury.

Although the county seat where Jiangli Village is located is relatively timely, and the number of deaths in the early stage is relatively small, the disaster has gradually expanded, and more and more victims have begun to flock to the county seat, and there have been several robberies and riots.

Many of them were inevitably blocked in front of the city gates, and their hunger and desire to live made them very emotionally unstable, and they were gathering in front of the city gate to clash with the soldiers guarding the gate, wanting to break through the siege and enter the city, for them, they could survive if they entered the city.

"The eldest lady of the Jiang family in Jiangli Village donated food!"

"A man of God calculates that the drought will end in October!"

Suddenly, someone rushed out of the city gate with joy, shouting loudly with gongs and drums in his hands, the joy in his voice made the refugees outside the city stunned for a while, and when they reacted, they began to cheer with their hands and feet, but they struggled more vigorously and wanted to rush into the city.

If you don't go into the city, no matter how much rice you have, it has nothing to do with them.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding" The gong beater's face was full of joy, and he knocked a lot of gongs and drums on his face, and when everyone was hurt by the noisy brains, and he didn't make any more noise, he spoke again: "Miss Jiang said, there are too many people in the city, and the place can't be vacated, please stay outside the city with peace of mind." From tonight onwards, every morning and evening at the city gates, porridge will be almsged. Please rest assured, the soup rice in the city is the same as the soup porridge outside the city, Miss Jiang guarantees that the porridge will not fall down with chopsticks, and she will also come to eat and live with everyone outside the city tonight. ”

The refugees outside the city looked suspicious, not believing that the eldest lady would give porridge outside the city and eat and live with them.

"I don't want soup kitchen, I'm going to go into the city, let's go into the city. Why do some people eat and drink spicy food in the city, and sleep on high beds and soft pillows, but we are outside in the wind and sun, hungry and cold, and unclothed. We're going into the city, let's go into the city. Seeing that everyone was a little moved, a man shouted loudly, and some people next to him heard that someone raised the bed and soft pillows, eating and drinking spicy food, and suddenly their eyes became crazy, and they began to struggle again.

The guards at the gate of the city had already increased the number of refugees in the city, and the magistrate of the county took a few young and strong catchers to come over to help guard the city. These guards were well fed and drunk every day, and of course these refugees who had been hungry for many days could not be compared. Normally, although these refugees were numerous, they were still steadily suppressed by the defenders, and did not let them get closer to the city gates. At this time, I don't know if I heard that there was food, and my strength suddenly increased a lot, and the guards retreated again and again, and seeing that the refugees were about to rush into the city gate, the person who struck the gong rang loudly again. The sound of gongs and drums rang in their ears, and their brains were buzzing, and many people had to cover their ears.

Although the gong beater was also frightened by the crazy appearance of these refugees, he thought of the carts of grain and the promise that Miss Jiang gave him, and said loudly with fear: "The grain is still on the way, and the eldest lady of the Jiang family said that if you come to this grain messily, you can transport it to other counties if you turn a corner halfway through." ”

The person who had just looked like he was desperately about to rush into the city stopped when he heard this, and the gong beater saw that they were still afraid, so he pointed back with an impatient face, "Backwards, backwards." ”

When the people had exited the city gates, some of the soldiers guarding the gate stopped the refugees from breaking into the frenzy, and a few of them quickly moved into the city and put them at the gate to block the refugees.

The refugees didn't care what the soldiers defending the city did, they all stared at the gong beater, the gong beater swallowed timidly in the eyes of everyone, and said a little tremblingly: "Miss Jiang said, now there are many people in the city and it is not easy to resettle, in addition, the city is mainly Shi Mi, and only porridge is given outside the city, and the people in the city will also register, if it is a refugee, they will move over and settle together." Miss Jiang has already made it clear to the county magistrate, and when the time comes, there will be people in official uniforms to transport materials, and everyone can build temporary shelters together, as long as they survive this month, the drought will pass in October. Please also ask everyone to keep an order, start with the old and weak women and children in the evening, line up in order, come one by one, and don't rob. ”

The people who were still bent on rushing to the city heard that the refugees in the city would also be moved out, and they suddenly lost the momentum they had just had. I heard that the old and weak women and children would line up first, and I had more respect for Miss Jiang.

Seeing that everyone seemed to have acquiesced to this arrangement, the most energetic person who had just made a noise was immediately anxious, but he couldn't find a place to refute it, so he had to pull the gong ringer and ask, "Why don't you wait until October when the drought will pass?" What if it's still the same drought at that time? ”

The hearts of the people who had just fallen suddenly hung up again, and their eyes were eagerly staring at the gong beater.

The gong striker didn't seem to be worried at all, and admired in his heart that Miss Jiang was really clever and knew that someone would ask this question, and told him how to answer it early.

"Do you know who was the first to know about this catastrophe and who was the first to prepare for it?" The gong striker sold a pass, and when he saw everyone looking at him suspiciously, he chuckled lightly and said, "It's Miss Jiang from Jiangli Village." ”

"Last year, as usual, Miss Jiang took her subordinates to the city to buy New Year's goods, and met a white-bearded fortune teller on the way. Miss Jiang saw that he wrote "nine out of ten calculations" on his summoning sail, and she didn't believe his fortune telling, but when she saw that the old man had been hungry for a few days, her face was dim, so she sat down in front of her, and casually asked the old man to help calculate whether the wind and rain would be smooth this year. Vaguely left for this year's big drought, and by the end of October. Before Miss Jiang took out the money and gave it to the old man, she saw that he had returned from the crane, and naturally knew that she had met a master. I didn't believe it at all, and I suddenly became suspicious, and when I went back, I told others about the hexagram calculated by the old man, but unfortunately no one believed Miss Jiang's words. She even went to the White Horse Temple, and wanted the viewer of the White Horse Temple to make a hexagram for her to see if the hexagram had changed. Who knew that the viewer of the White Horse Temple thought that she was confusing the crowd with her words, and drove her out, and later the viewer of the White Horse Temple did not succeed in asking for rain. Seeing that the drought was showing signs little by little, Miss Jiang could only take the lead and start digging wild vegetables, and slowly led the people in the village to make a little preparation. But Miss Jiang always felt that God had given her a foreshadowing but did not remind everyone, and she had always been indebted in her heart, and this time she took out the dowry silver left by her grandmother, bought food from other places, and gave rice porridge to everyone. "The gong striker is the husband of the county, and it is usually best to listen to the story, these stories come as if they have experienced it personally, and they are fascinating.

After discussing the resettlement of refugees with the county magistrate, Jiang Quan and the others took the food to the city gate, and when they came, they saw many people sitting quietly on the ground, listening to the impassioned story of one person in the middle, and listened attentively, the protagonist of the story turned out to be himself. At first, she just mentioned a little that she met a fortune teller and learned the news, but she didn't expect this person to be so eloquent.

Jiang Quinoa and the others looked at each other, and listened to this person's nonsense with tears and laughter, before beckoning everyone to start building a temporary shelter and starting to cook porridge in a pot.