Chapter 154 The flood has reached the village entrance. Borrow a sack
The Shuiqing family lives as usual.
It's just that now there are no odd jobs, and there is more free time. They can't just sit there all the time.
That would be a waste of time.
So Fan's school opened again.
One of the main reasons why Bai Manshan could rest assured to keep Bai Ziqian in Shanshui Village is that Bai Ziqian is not only happy to work here, but also can learn some knowledge.
At the age of 14, it was clear whether Bai Ziqian was a good student.
If he was really a good student, Bai Manshan would have spent a lot of money to pave a way for him to take the imperial examination.
Unfortunately, he was not.
So Bai Manshan didn't have too high requirements for his academic performance. As long as he had some knowledge, it would be enough for him to go out.
He didn't have to be empty and meaningless in his words and dealings with others.
Li Huyu had thought about teaching his son martial arts before, but his son was active, but he was not a good martial artist.
Fortunately, Bai Ziqian, who was neither good at literature nor martial arts, had a brain for business, and fortunately he was the only son, so his life was easy.
Better than Shuiqing, who thinks he is lucky.
Sometimes I have to say, Bai Ziqian, you are born into a good family!
In Fan's school, Bai Ziqian, Yan Qiuxinghui, Jiang Hehu and Fan Zhaodi sat upright.
Ling Ran is not at the same level as them in terms of age and knowledge, so he is not in it.
Fan Jin is gentle and elegant in dealing with people, but he is not ambiguous in teaching and educating people.
Children can be incompetent and stupid, but they must have a correct attitude towards learning and take the initiative to learn!
Regardless of gender, he treats them equally.
Bai Ziqian and Fan Jiang are mixed in, and they are the most painful.
The former doesn't like it, and the latter doesn't know how to do it.
The two brothers in distress have a bitter face, and would rather go up the mountain to chop wood like they did a few days ago.
Fan Zhaodi is thirsty for knowledge.
Her hands trembled slightly with excitement as she turned the pages of the book.
She has never touched a piece of paper with words written on it, and every word on it is so beautiful.
Fan Jin was very satisfied, "Zhao Di, you should recognize the simplest characters first, and don't look at the complex ones."
When you start to look at complex characters, it is easy to lose confidence and be afraid of learning to read.
Fan Zhao Di nodded heavily.
Uncle is really good. Even if she can only stay in his house for a few days, he doesn't treat her differently.
In fact, he can treat her differently.
After all, she only learns for a few days, and she will never have the opportunity to touch books and pens again. Teaching her will only waste uncle's time.
Xing Hui looked up at her father, "Dad, please give my little sister a name too!"
My little sister doesn't like her name.
Girls probably don't like this name!
Fan Jin pursed his lips, and there was reluctance and hesitation in his black eyes, and finally turned into a sentence: "Wait a little longer, Dad will choose it when it's right."
Xing Hui wanted to ask what is the right time?
He was interrupted by Fan Zhao Di, "Second sister, it's okay to wait a little."
It doesn't matter whether you wait or not.
She is different from her elder and second sisters. If her parents know about it, they are afraid that they will say something bad again, or even say unpleasant things.
The uncle should have refused, but it was good that he didn't refuse.
Fan Jin straightened his slightly bent back, and didn't say much after all.
His elder brother and sister-in-law didn't like the girl who was already able to work and could receive a betrothal gift in a few years, but they would value her very much.
The life of the elder brother's family was a mess, and they would never let go of anyone and anything related to money.
After this flood... maybe there will be a turnaround...
The sound of reading aloud came from the temporary school in the main hall.
The kitchen was steaming and full of fireworks.
Hu the butcher was chopping sheep bones, Hu Wenhua was cutting mutton, and Ling Ran was picking vegetables.
Hu's mother and Shuiqing were preparing meals.
The pigs were too big, hundreds of pounds each, and they couldn't finish eating one in a short time, and they were afraid that it would go bad and be wasted.
Chickens can lay eggs, so it's not a loss to raise them.
As long as the sheep and rabbits reach a certain weight, they will be eaten first, and some grass can be saved.
Today, we killed a sheep, weighing about 80-90 jin, with 20 jin of mutton bones, more than 10 jin of viscera, and about 40 jin of meat after deducting the fur.
Dad was in charge of the killing, Wenhua washed the mutton offal early, and the vegetables were brought back from the vegetable field by Fan Jin after he fed the grass and picked up eggs in the morning, and she and her mother were responsible for cooking.
First, braise the mutton bones and add radish to stew together.
Mutton offal stew, add chopped green onion and coriander, for those who like to eat mutton, it is very fragrant.
The mutton is eaten in two days. Today, there are mutton bones and mutton offal, only a small half is used, and the rest is soaked in spring water, so it will not change the taste when eaten tomorrow.
The small half left is also more than ten jin of mutton!
At noon, all of them were stewed in a large iron pot, slowly stewed over low heat, and saved for the evening meal.
There are many people, so naturally there are people who don’t like mutton. Shuiqing also cooked a few other dishes. Those who like mutton eat more mutton, and those who don’t like mutton also have rice dishes.
The rain outside was not stopping, and everyone in the house was busy with their own things, so time was easy to kill.
In the evening, Li Wen returned home, covered in mud.
He did not go into the house, but took off his long-soaked raincoat under the eaves.
He took the warm towel handed to him and wiped his face, and finally felt that his face was no longer numb.
"Come on, head of the family, drink the ginger soup while it's hot!" Wang Guifen strode over with a large coarse pottery bowl and urged.
Li Wen served the ginger soup, took a sip to test the temperature, and found that it was hot but not scalding, so he drank it all in one gulp.
He exhaled and saw his father coming out, and then he said, "Dad, there is no sign of the rain stopping. I took a look before I came back, and the river water is about to flood the village entrance!"
It has flooded to the entrance of the village in the past, but that was after five or six days of rain, and now this is only the first day.
What happened next?
Li Wu turned around and asked, "Dad, why don't you pile up sandbags to block it?"
Li Qiang shook his head in denial: "There is a lot of mud, but where are there so many sacks?"
Hemp is not easy to come by, and sacks made into them are an important item in the home. Even if people in the village are willing to use them to block floods, there must be so many of them.
He continued: "The back is not enough. If the flood comes up, wouldn't it be more dangerous?"
Li Wen and Li Wu looked solemn.
There is a big difference between a flood that rises step by step and a flood that surges over.
"I'm afraid that the place where only Fan's family is the safest is in the back, but there are more than 400 people in our village, old and young, and we can't all stay there." Li Wen said solemnly.
Li Wu then said: "If people can leave, what will happen to their houses, belongings, livestock, and food?
Throw it all away, we won’t be able to survive even if the flood recedes! "
The old village chief's hand tightened on his crutch.
He told his second son: "Go to the boy's house and ask if there are any sacks.
I made it clear to them that we, the villagers, are borrowing it. When the flood subsides, we will plant a lot of hemp and make sacks before returning it, but I guess it won’t be until next year at the earliest. "
I'm afraid I won't be able to make it in time this year, so I have to make it clear to them.
Li Wen remembered what everyone had said while digging the ditch, and hurriedly grabbed Li Wu and said to his father: "Dad, I got wet anyway, I'll go over and ask;
Also, I thought that Fan Jin is a scholar after all, so I asked him if he should use sandbags to block it. Maybe it is mentioned in the book? "
The old village chief nodded solemnly.
Maybe Jin Xiaozi really knows.