Dusk is approaching, and a thunderstorm is coming. From noon onwards, the weather was so hot that it was breathless, and the rumbling thunder in the distance was incessant; Large, dense black clouds had stretched across the distant horizon earlier, expanding little by little like a lead-colored curtain.

The villagers, who were still busy in the fields and forests at the foot of the mountain, felt the stuffiness in the air and the sudden change in the sky, and they all increased their speed and returned to their homes before the rain fell.

The roar of thunder came from afar overhead, as if the houses were shaking and shaking.

From time to time, there is a flash in the sky. Cyan flash, golden flash, purple flash. Lightning illuminated a black cloud, which rolled and writhed, like an angry man holding back his anger. Lightning illuminated a small willow tree, swinging its teeth and claws.

The rain, which had been brewing for an afternoon, finally began to fall at this time.

Mo Lan looked at the already wet firewood on the edge of the grass shed, stood up, and then sat down again. Comfort yourself over and over again that if the firewood is wet, you can use it again, if you are drenched in the rain, in case you catch a cold, you will be in trouble, even if you can find a doctor, but I am afraid that the affairs in the village will have to be pressed into a mountain.

The torrential rain was falling loudly, like a thousand needles and threads, sewing together the dense collection of heaven and earth.

Mo Lan saw that the rain was getting heavier and heavier, so he simply lay down on the bed and prepared to rest early.

What she didn't expect was that the rain was like a splash of rain with hailstones, small like a glass ball for a child to play with, as big as an egg, and the roof slammed. Startled, Mo Lan hurriedly got up and rummaged in the house repeatedly, and finally couldn't cut a small piece of the kang mat on the kang, and pulled a piece of bread outside to shuttle through the rainy night against the wind and rain and hail.

The small figure walked around the village with a foot deep and a shallow foot, and just after walking a few steps, he heard a family in front of him shouting something, Mo Lan quickened his pace and walked towards the house.

"Dad~ The house is leaking, there is a big hole here, woo~"

"Dad~ Ke'er hurts~ Bleeding, woo"

"Boss, the house was smashed too hard, we might as well go to the neighbor's house to hide"

When Mo Lan heard the conversation of the family, he thought that he was broken, he was afraid that he would be injured by the hail, so he dragged the kang mat with one hand, slapped the door panel with the other hand, and shouted at the top of his voice:

"Uncle Yamagen, open the door, I'm Mo Lan, open the door!"

The door creaked open.

"It's raining so hard, why are you here?"

"I think that this wind and rain is so big, there will definitely be someone's house can't help but toss, you see your house is not good, you see your house is not like this, quickly take the child to my house to hide, Ke'er is fine"

"Sister, Ke'er is fine, but she was scratched by a snowball"

"Sister is holding you and going to my sister's house, Uncle Yamane, this house can't be lived, the rain is too strong, and it will collapse if you don't do it. Stay in the green mountains and don't be afraid of no firewood, let's go."

The man named Shan Gen, with a hint of determination on his black and red face, stuffed the child to the woman on the side, rolled up the kang mat and quilt by himself, and the whole family followed Mo Lan to Mo Lan's house against the wind and rain.

When they arrived at Mo Na's house, they found that Mo Lan's kang mat was missing, and the quilt was incomplete, so they looked at Mo Lan suspiciously, only to find that the kang mat and quilt on the top of Mo Lan's head were not the missing kang mat and quilt.

"Uncle Yamane, you and your aunt will wipe the child first, don't catch a cold, I'll go to other people's houses to see"

"Wait for me, I'll go with you, your aunt will see it"

"Well, Village Chief Mo Lan, I can see that the two children are very obedient. In charge, I'll give our kang mat to Mo Lan, or you can also drape the rest of the kang mat to block the rain."

Uncle Yamane did not refuse to put the kang mat on his body and shuttle through the village on a rainy night with Mo Lan.

That night, Mojia Village was hit by strong winds, torrential rains, and hail, and 12 houses in the village collapsed, the roofs of 8 families were overturned, and the roofs of 46 households were smashed into many holes.

It was not until the middle of the second day that the rain gradually subsided, and the black clouds began to divide into wavy clouds, and the place where the sun was located gradually became clearer, and through the gray-white edges of the black clouds, small patches of clear blue sky were slowly visible. The leaves with raindrops swayed in the early morning phoenix, and the droplets fell on the muddy ground like a shower.

The dilapidated houses were stinging everyone's eyes in the sunlight.

Mo Lan stood up at this time and said loudly:

"Folks, last night, we suffered heavy rains, hailstorms, and serious damage to many houses that we have not seen for many years.

In addition, we have to go into the mountains again today, there is not much food in the village, today the three teams will go to the mountains with me, and the villagers who remain in the village will clear out the collapsed houses and make room for us to build new houses."

"Village Chief Mo Lan, I'll go to the mountains too"

"I'm going to the mountains, too"

"Village Chief, I'm going into the mountains too, I don't have anything to eat at home"

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"Folks, I promise that the food we bring back will be evenly distributed, please support each other and cooperate with each other to tide over the difficulties!"

"In the mountains that have rained, I'm afraid it's unusually muddy, you guys are not familiar with the terrain, don't go today, when the weather is better, I'm taking you into the mountains"

After Mo Lan calmed the villagers, he wrapped the rope around his waist, handed the other end of the rope to the person behind him, and said:

"The mountain is muddy, to avoid accidents, tie the rope to the waist and tie it all"

The group walked into the woods.

The forest was silent and devastated, full of wind-blown branches, some of which were still crumbling on the trees. The soft glow penetrates the tops of the trees and shines down along the trees, shining with a little water.

It seemed that the wind and rain in the forest last night were more violent than in Mojia Village, and just after walking far into the depths of the mountain, Mo Lan saw two antelopes lying on the ground in front of him, they were stiff and had long lost their vitality.

Not far away, the corpses of rabbits and roe deer stretched out their legs and lay there quietly.

Mo Lan untied the ropes on his body and instructed the villagers to put the prey into the back basket, the stiff animal carcasses were not as soft as when they were alive, basically a back basket could only put down a medium-sized animal, fortunately, everyone was prepared, and almost everyone carried a back basket.

At this time, the faces of the villagers were replaced with a relaxed smile, and they took cheerful steps, as if they were catching a crane machine, and they grabbed and grabbed the prey when they saw it, and in the trap by the river, there were two buffaloes, which could only be transported back after decomposition, and it was already afternoon when they returned to the village, Mo Lan divided the prey into three parts, one was sold, and seeds and farming tools were bought, one part was air-dried, and the rest was evenly distributed to the households. There was a burst of laughter in the village again.