It was pouring rain outside, and it was rumbling, as if the sky was about to leak.

In addition, this is on the mountain, and there is a mountain wind to accompany the rain, and as far as the eye can see, you can't see which is which, and it is all cold and rich water.

But at this time, the cave was very lively, and everyone crowded here.

Including Tian Xifa, who was drenched in the water, and a few men who accompanied him up the mountain to catch rats.

Song Li is arranging for a few old ladies: "Hurry up, get them ginger soup to drink, don't get cold." Find a place to carry someone on your back and change into dry clothes. ”

At this time, except for Li Xiu holding her son and watching coldly, her man has not come back yet, and she is very uneasy, and no one cares whose ginger, whose pot and water are used.

Mrs. Wang wiped her tears and patted Tian Xifa's mother's hand: "Sister-in-law Tian, don't you know, I was stunned, thanks to your eldest nephew." "It's a way to express gratitude, and to say something confidant, it's a lot closer.

In the past, the Tian family lived at the foot of the mountain, and there was a wolf eating Tian Xifa and his father, and everyone didn't move around much, mainly because of the rumors, and the rumors went out of shape, and what they said was evil.

Otherwise, Tian Xifa could marry Song Yinfeng and spend so much silver taels, and the girls in the neighboring villages in the village didn't want to marry Tian Xifa.

Mrs. Ma didn't have a trick, she wanted the silver for Song Fusheng to study, so she accidentally bumped into Tian Xifa, a good son-in-law, capable, honest, and honest.

Mrs. Wang's daughter-in-law and daughter-in-law rushed to Mrs. Ma's side, wanting to help with the work. The garlic sprouts were born by her.

screamed one by one, the eyes were alive, and Mrs. Ma also seemed very close.

Mrs. Wang's daughter-in-law also deliberately put some of her own sugar in the ginger water, a small bowl for garlic seedlings to drink to suppress the shock, a large bowl for Song Yinfeng to serve, and Song Yinfeng to Tian Xifa.

Tian Xifa was reluctant, took a sip and gave Song Yinfeng a drink while people were not paying attention, Song Yinfeng glared at him, and he smiled. In the end, the bowl of ginger soup with sugar water entered the mouths of Peach Blossom and Huzi. The two children didn't want it, and he said he didn't want it and threw it out. The two filial children drank when they were gone.

As for Mrs. Wang's son, not to men, between men, one is grateful, the other is admired, and they instantly became a group with Mrs. Ma's family.

Mrs. Wang's family is like this, behaving like a high-butcher family, and the high-butcher family has always been very close to Song Fusheng's family from beginning to end because of the high-speed rail head.

This made Song Fusheng's aunt sour, and her heart was sour.

She can't see the big fart, several families revolve around her younger siblings, but it wasn't like this in the village before. can only secretly rip off the old lady from the horse one by one, and her heart is extremely unbalanced.

This eldest lady completely forgot that now that it is raining so heavily outside, why is there no cold and damp in the cave, according to common sense, it should not be possible to live in the cave, it is because Song Fusheng researched to make charcoal.

Although the last few mud bags were destroyed by the sudden heavy rain, they burned from more than two o'clock in the second half of the night to more than nine o'clock this morning, and the total number of baskets burned was less than 20 baskets.

Fourteen families, they plan to divide the small twenty baskets of charcoal evenly to each family, and others also borrow light to roast clothes and cook in the cave.

What's more, this uncle's mother's family borrowed the most, and Song Fucai took the initiative to give the uncle two baskets of charcoal, which many people know.

In the past, when I was in the village, I relied on the women to talk to their wives and know a little about other family affairs, and they closed the door and lived their own lives. All I heard was a wind comment, and the actual situation it specified was bad.

But now that they are together all the time, what humanity will naturally come out.

Everyone has a rod and scale in their hearts, and no one is a fool. is to take 10,000 steps back, not to mention charcoal, the bucket made by the daughter of Song Fusheng's family, who hasn't drunk water? The carbon of the people, the carbon that cost silver and silver, poured it in.

and the stove that is being used for cooking now, which is also made by Song Fusheng.

That's right, Song Fusheng built a strange-shaped stove.

He didn't have the courage to follow his brother-in-law to climb the primeval woods to dig traps, afraid of snakes, wolves and even all small animals, anyway, he was very scared, and he didn't have the strength of other men, setting up tents, hoeing grass, building sheds, and not being idle for a moment.

But he has a good brain.

Song Fusheng thought, if it really rains, there must be a place to cook when it rains, and it is impossible for everyone to scatter and find an open space to do it.

It is not practical to say that there is no place to build another shed, first, there is no place near the entrance of the cave, and second, the shed for firewood has not been built yet, and there is no time.

So what to do, Song Fusheng ordered the eldest sister's Huzi, the eldest brother's eldest brother and Erlang, according to his design, to build a fireplace that can hold two cauldrons.

Learn the design of the European fireplace, use mud and sand to build a bar, a busy meal, and build a hole.

When it was first built, everyone didn't know what it was for, and the shape was very similar to what they wanted to worship in the eyes of the ancients. Because only one side is open, and the upper two sides are fully closed, only the side of the hole is open, whose stove is in this shape.

Now it's pouring rain, and the benefits are all here.

When you are not cooking, throw some firewood and leaves into it, and the heat will blow into the hole to warm up.

Cooking is not afraid of the rain falling into the pot, and not afraid of the storm will extinguish the fire, all in the way.

A stove that can hold two pots at the same time, fourteen households, and it is enough to stagger the time in rotation.

Song Lizheng took a cigarette pouch and asked, "Fusheng?" ”

The high butcher also asked: "It's just that I haven't seen Song Xiaosan for a long time." ”

Mrs. Ma was also in a hurry, the snake had already boiled in the pot, and she deliberately added a large basin of water, which could not be eaten for everyone, but it could not be seen by people, and it was no problem to drink soup.

But the problem is that the meat has to be divided quickly, don't have that ignorant child pointing to the pot to ask for meat to eat, how ugly it will be when the time comes, you have to eat it quickly by your own family.

Mrs. Ma inquired, wondering if San'er's family saw the heavy rain and didn't worry about the whole mule, and was sheltering from the rain in the temporary livestock shed. I have to pick up the poncho.

The cow shopkeeper told her: "As soon as the rain came, Sizhuang and I came back after seeing the three mules in the family go and feed the grass." ”

Mrs. Ma nodded: "His mud and charcoal?" ”

Song Fucai told her mother: "As soon as the rain came, my second brother and I ran up the hillside and moved the basket down, but he didn't show up. ”

A few men also said that they had seen Song Sange before, and they had never seen this person again in the blink of an eye when it rained. The garlic seedlings were bitten by the snake, and the few people on the mountain didn't see him.

In Mrs. Ma's heart, her three sons are very serious people.

In the event of a heavy rainstorm, you should be the first to carry charcoal, take care of the mules, help fasten the shelter, pour things into the hole so as not to get wet, and go up the mountain to help look at the garlic seedlings. How to describe it, anyway, it's impossible not to slip away.

But the truth is a slap in the face.

Mrs. Ma, who was dressed in a robe, was so miserable by the storm that the slanting raindrops whipped her face like whips, and when she found the tent in the tree, her trouser legs and shoes were completely soaked.

"San'er?"

Who can listen to the sound of heavy rain, not to mention that the four people are already asleep lying inside, mainly because they are too tired, mentally tired, and scared by snakes.

Before falling asleep, the four of them ate apricots, the ones produced by Mrs. Ma's family, the ones saved by grandma, and Song Poria were all picked and put in the tent, and they ate two when they were really tasteless.

Before falling asleep, the four of them were hungry, and Song Fuling took out the chess pieces that Qian Peiying had baked before. A few people, you and I have a piece, I have never felt that something inferior to biscuits has never tasted so good, I really don't want to stop eating, and I drank all the hot water in the thermos pot.

Only then lie down and sleep.

Mrs. Ma tried not to climb the tree and slid down, regretting not letting her eldest son come: "Oh my God, I almost didn't fall for me." Fusheng, Fusheng? I'm not here, San'er! ”

In the tent, Song Fusheng slept and snored next to Qian Mishou.

"Eat meat!"

Song Lingling was agitated and rubbed her eyes: "Mother, someone shouted to eat meat." ”