After five or six days in the mountains, the eyes of the people who were trapped in the battle got a little light, and the water receded quite a bit.

There were fallen branches and pieces of wood everywhere, and on the muddy road there were dead fish left by receding water, standing upside down in the mud like green onions.

The people who come down from the mountain are like catkins, dove-shaped and swan-shaped, with tears streaming down their faces.

The original home was in a dilapidated state, and the leaders of each village led the villagers to build sheds.

Not even a single tile of the large tile-roofed house of Mr. Wang's house was washed away, leaving a few wooden piles for the foundation standing bare and covered with stray branches.

"My mother, how are you living this life?" Seeing the miserable scene, Fang Cuiying seemed to be driven to the edge, pulling her two sons Wenqing and Wenhua to cry.

The sisters-in-law also looked sad. Now the crops have been destroyed and the houses have been washed away. More than a dozen people in the family have to eat, drink and defecate, and winter will come in a few months.

"What are you crying and howling like? As long as I live and won't starve you to death, there will be someone above to take care of you. Cheer up." Mr. Wang was so angry. Is it possible that a living person can still urinate?

Suffocate to death.

Those at home who were able to work began to build tents, clean the foundations, and inventory supplies.

An Ran stretched out her hand to wrap up the package, which almost suffocated her to death in the past few days.

Zhenxiang put her into the shack she had built, with some dry clothes padded inside, and told her youngest brother Wang Wenbo to watch.

Wang Wenbo was only about four years old. He gently patted his sister's quilt with his two little hands and coaxed her to sleep like an adult.

"If my sister likes my brother, then he will make a face for you." Wang Wenbo saw his sister looking at him with round eyes, and remembered that his brother always made faces to make himself laugh.

Sure enough, it turned out that my sister also liked making faces, and then she became even more exaggerated.

An Ran was going to laugh to death from this cute kid. How could he be so cute? Did he know how silly he looked when his eyes turned into cross-eyes?

It's a pity that the little brother is cute, but his face is missing some flesh. People here just want to eat enough, and there is no nutrition at all. Everyone in the family is hungry.

Her farm has reached level 13 and has three chicken farms and a pig pen. Unfortunately, the number of chickens raised is limited. Each chicken farm can only raise 6 chickens and one pig pen can raise three pigs.

In the past few days, she had been working hard to level up on this farm, and found that the further she went to the back, the harder it became to level up.

An Ran looked at the chickens in the chicken farm and thought it wouldn't be too much to catch two. They were the smart chickens that were lucky enough to escape after the flood.

"Wow! Brother, look quickly, is that a chicken?"

Unexpectedly, the first person to discover the chicken she released was her second brother Wang Wenyuan.

Suddenly, there were grandpas and grandpas everywhere, and An Ran felt like he was seeing his grandpa and his seven gourds.

Wang Wenyuan had already quickly picked up the hen that had just come out for a walk.

The chicken being carried seemed to have its fate choked by Wang Wenyuan. If his mother, Zhang Guihua, had not rescued it in time, it would have been swallowed in his hands.

"Where did this come from?" Mr. Wang picked up one of the chickens and knew at a glance that this chicken was not raised by ordinary people.

"This must weigh five or six kilograms. It's a big fat chicken with eggs." Zhang Guihua's hand came out from under the chicken's butt. She just touched it. This chicken will still lay eggs today.

Then came the doubtful life of chickens. Several sisters-in-law said that they would lay eggs today, and both chickens had eggs.

An Ran can imagine the inner feelings of these two chickens. My butt is not clean anymore.

That’s not right, chicken butts are meant to pull daddy.

The origin of these two chickens was unknown, but they were just right. Everyone recognized them as lost-owner chickens.

The hen that was supposed to die tonight was kept in a temporary cage with debris on it for the two eggs.

"Brother, you are so awesome!" Wang Wenbo followed behind and boasted about flattering him. He turned around and remembered that Sister Fubao was still in the shed.

"Sister, be good. My second brother caught two big fat chickens. Their buttocks are really fat. Mom said that after they lay eggs, they would be fed to aunt, and then Fu Bao would be full."

Why didn't she think her little brother was a chatterbox before? An Ran couldn't stand up and had to listen to him keep talking to her, and he was right next to her ear.

As soon as Father Wang and the others had cleared the foundation, the village chief called for a meeting to discuss the next steps.

"Brother and sister, you should rest first. I see that you are coughing and coughing. I am afraid that you will get the root cause of the disease in the future. This is freshly boiled ginger water. Drink some of it."

Among the women in the family, the eldest sister-in-law Liu Chunlan is the most considerate, straightforward and capable. Father Wang puts all the financial power of the family in her hands.

When the woman heard this, she was afraid that she might be sick and give Fu Bao some of her sick energy. Fu Bao was still young, but she didn't want to be idle. The second sister-in-law's venomous words made her feel uncomfortable.

Everyone didn't rest at night, tinkering with building houses, which were just needed for the winter.

Of course, there is even more unfavorable news. The county magistrate was washed away by the water, and there was a pot of porridge in the yamen. It was not known who the new one was, let alone providing food and money for disaster relief.

The two hens who were dying were also secretly raised. They laid eggs every day and were reluctant to part with them.

Wenbo was responsible for finding weeds to feed the two hens every day. As long as they clucked, he would know that warm eggs were being laid.

In order not to be heard by others, Wenbo would pinch the beak of the chicken every time it laid an egg so that it could not make a sound and the chicken feathers would flutter all over the floor.

Gradually, the hens began to become autistic because they stopped eating and laying eggs.

Hens who are used to eating fine grains can't bear to eat grass and earthworms every day, and have to be monitored every time they lay an egg.

Two hens were killed within a few days, otherwise they would have starved and lost weight.

During those days, Wenbo would whisper in her ears every day, saying that her teeth hadn't grown out yet, that the meat of the chicken was so fragrant and that the chicken was the most delicious, and that when she grew up...

Ah - when will I learn to turn over? I can't stand this little cutie anymore. I can talk to her ears for several hours every day.

I don’t know if he ate two chickens to make up for it, but Anron’s food rations have become rich recently.

An Ran was burping at night, and Father Wang held her in his arms and teased her.

Father Wang has obviously become a lot older, and there is a tired look in his eyes. His skin is as dark as that of an old farmer, but his slender eyes remain unchanged.

An Ran likes this old man. He has a toughness about him. The back of his hands and palms look like old pine bark. There are cracks under the calluses. It hurts a little when scratched on his face.

"Hey, you little baby, you have enough to eat and don't have any worries."

An Ran would also giggle in a dignified way, but would drool a lot and smear it all over his neck.

"Tomorrow the county will distribute seeds on a per capita basis. Yong'an and Yongye will go with the village chief to get them. The others will go and plow the ground. All the remaining seedlings will be pulled out and will not grow over the water."

I heard that the county magistrate of Tongluo Town next door is in charge of business. The new magistrate is still on the way to report, and I heard he was demoted.
Chapter completed!