Chapter 225 Heavy Rain
"Grandma Tang, have you seen my dad?" Ying Bao asked.
Tang: "Your father, he just went to Poxia Village with your Grandpa Chen."
The old man, his two sons and their family were down the slope and did not come up, as well as his lame grandson Chen Boyuan, so Chen Fu asked Jiang Sanlang to go with him to the old house in the old village to move his two sons.
Of course, the youngest son Chen Zhu, the second nephew Chen Yin, and several men from the village also went with him.
Upon hearing this, Ying Bao quickly turned home, put a saddle on the pony, stepped on the climbing stone and climbed onto the horse.
Chun Niang followed her daughter closely and ran back and forth. Panting from exhaustion, she grabbed the horse's reins and yelled: "Bao'er! Why don't you obey me?"
Ying Bao grabbed the horse's reins and said, "Mom, please don't wander around at home. I'm going to find daddy. I'll be back soon. Let go quickly. There will be danger if you are late."
Chun Niang hesitated and finally let go of the reins.
Ying Bao pinched the horse's belly with her legs, urging the pony to run quickly.
Today's pony has shiny hair and strong hooves, and is no longer as thin as before.
It spread its hooves and swooped out, not much slower than Yoyo.
In addition, the pony's back is wide and thick, making it more stable to sit on than riding a deer.
The pony galloped all the way towards the old house of Patriarch Chen's family in the old village.
At this time, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and there were faint flashes of thunder and lightning.
Two cars were parked in front of Patriarch Chen's house, and several people were standing at the door talking.
"Dad! Don't believe Jiang Sanlang's nonsense. I think he is just alarmist." Chen Jiaxing firmly refused to move to his fourth brother's house in Nanpo.
At present, in Chencun, Quandong, he, his second brother Chen Jiazhen, and Chen Sanyou's Chen Shu are the only ones who have not built a house on the south slope.
Even Chen Ting, the unlucky youngest son of his third uncle's family, built three thatched huts on Nanpo with the help of his parents. Now the whole family of three has moved there.
Therefore, if Chen Jiaxing's family moved to Nanpo, they would definitely live in the home of his fourth brother Chen Zhu, which was the last thing he wanted to do.
Because he and his fourth brother are not from the same mother and are not close to each other.
Since he didn't kiss her, he didn't want to get involved too much.
Patriarch Chen was so angry that he wanted to slap him.
But his son is so old that he cannot be embarrassed in front of outsiders. After all, his position as patriarch must be inherited by the eldest son.
He turned to his youngest son Chen Zhu and said, "Since your eldest and second brothers are unwilling to move, you can carry me and your mother's birthday materials to Nanpo."
He and his wife have been preparing for their longevity since he was fifty-eight years old, and they have been stacked behind the bed.
When you choose good nanmu, you can't let it get damaged by water.
Chen Zhu nodded, and he and Jiang Sanlang went to his father's bedroom to carry the coffin.
Patriarch Chen said to his eldest son again: "Dalang, if you don't want to go, you won't go, but Boyuan must come with me."
Without waiting for his eldest son to say anything, Patriarch Chen took his second nephew straight into the yard to pick up his eldest grandson.
Chen Boyuan didn't want to leave either, but he couldn't resist his grandfather's decision.
There was no other choice but to let the second uncle set up the Jiang family's carriage.
Chen Zhu and Jiang Sanlang carried out the longevity materials of the patriarch and his wife, placed them on two flatbed trucks, tied them with ropes, and then pulled them out of the yard toward the south slope.
The patriarch followed behind them with his hands behind his back, but he refused to get into the carriage even when his second nephew asked him to.
The carriage was heavy, and one person was pulling the cart while the other was pushing it. It was very difficult to walk.
At this moment, there was a sudden strong wind, lightning and thunder, and hailstones as big as pigeon eggs fell from the sky, crackling on the coffin lid and the carport, making a loud noise.
"Ouch!" Chen Zhu felt a pain in his head and felt a bulge. He was so frightened that he quickly hid under a big tree. "Hail is so big that it can kill people. You should take cover quickly."
Jiang Sanlang and others were also hit by the hail and had nowhere to hide, so they had no choice but to run to a big tree by the road to take shelter.
At this moment, everyone noticed a pony galloping towards them despite the strong wind and hail.
"Ying Bao?" Jiang Sanlang recognized her daughter at a glance and waved quickly: "Bao'er, come here quickly!"
I saw a little baby with a bamboo hat on his head, urging his horse to gallop this way.
But she stopped not far away and waved her arms in this direction with a look of horror on her face: "Dad! Come here quickly!"
"Come here quickly! It's dangerous out there!"
Jiang Sanlang didn't know why, but his intuition told him that he must listen to his daughter, so he quickly called a few people and ran towards Yingbao. "Bao'er! What happened?"
Chen Yin and Chen Zhu looked at each other and drove the carriage in that direction.
Patriarch Chen didn't want to go there at first, but his arm was pulled by his youngest son and he had no choice but to follow.
As soon as the few people left the big tree, a bright bolt of lightning passed over their heads and struck directly on the big tree.
There was a loud click.
Several people looked back and saw that the trunk of the big tree had been chopped in half.
Everyone was stunned, ignoring the hail hitting their heads, and hurriedly ran to Ying Bao.
At this moment, Ying Bao was holding several bamboo hats, some large, some small, and two of them were damaged.
"Here, put it on quickly." Ying Bao gave the biggest and best one to her father, and handed the rest to everyone.
Patriarch Chen was so frightened that his face turned pale. He quickly climbed into the carriage and sat with his eldest grandson. After thinking about it, he couldn't help but look at the big tree through the small window of the carriage shed.
After the branches of the big tree were chopped off, they had already fallen down, covering the two flatbed trucks under the tree.
so close! If Ying Bao hadn't made him leave the tree in time, he would have been able to lie down in the longevity wood soon.
The hail is followed by torrential rain.
Jiang Sanlang felt sorry for his daughter who was caught in the rain, so he carried her into the carriage and squeezed her together with the clan leader and Chen Boyuan, while he drove back to Nanpo in the rain.
As for the two longevity materials, let the Chen family do whatever they want.
After sending his daughter home and asking his wife to quickly bathe and change her clothes, Jiang Sanlang sent the patriarch and Chen Boyuan to Chen Zhu's house.
The heavy rain continued, and the rainwater flowed across the river, quickly filling the ponds and ditches on the south slope.
Not only that, the creek at the bottom of the slope also began to swell rapidly, and the rainwater overflowed the stone bridge, making it difficult to distinguish the road.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Chen Yin and Chen Zhu quickly placed the two carts on a high place, waded across the stream themselves, and ran home to take shelter from the rain.
The heavy rain fell all night, and it gradually became lighter the next day, but it still didn't stop.
At dawn, Jiang Sanlang put on his raincoat and bamboo hat and went out to check the situation down the slope.
There are many people who think the same as him, and Patriarch Chen is one of them.
His and his wife's birthday gifts were thrown over by the creek by their youngest son. It's unknown whether they were washed away by the rain.
The villagers of Dongchen Village stood on a high slope and looked into the distance. They saw that many places down the slope were filled with rainwater. The dirt road uphill was blocked by a turbid water flow four to five feet wide.
Chen Fu could vaguely see that he and his wife's black-painted longevity materials were placed on a flatbed truck, alone on the other side of the current.
He glared at his fourth son, feeling extremely heartbroken.
The two coffins were both made of century-old nanmu. There were two sets of silk shrouds and several satin quilts placed in each coffin. It was unknown whether they had been soaked by the rain.
Tang, who was standing aside with an umbrella, saw this and said angrily: "Why are you staring? Because of your coffin, several Zhu'er were almost killed by lightning."
She had heard Zhu'er tell her everything about yesterday.
If Ying Bao hadn't arrived in time, his son and several villagers might have suffered.
Oh, the little fairy child is indeed a little fairy child. How did she know that the tree they were hiding in would be struck by lightning?
It's so amazing.
Fortunately, Ying Bao ran away, otherwise...well, I owe her another life.
No, it’s two lives, and this old guy’s one.