There was no shortage of food on the way to escape, and the lucky lady was busy farming.

Chapter 58 It's Snowing

With Yang Pinxiang gone and no one around, Song Rutang was finally able to take out the Red Bull and take a sip.

After opening the lid, Song Rutang smacked his lips.

Still chilled.

The weather was very cold. As soon as he took his mouth, it was so cold that his teeth hurt. Song Rutang did not dare to drink more, so she only took a few sips, hoping to wait for it to heat up before drinking.

But a pop bottle placed at my feet was conspicuous no matter what. After thinking about it, I took a bowl and poured Red Bull into it.

Putting it at his feet and simmering it over the fire, he threw the cans to the mall and sold them for 0.1 points. Song Rutang continued to bake pancakes with peace of mind.

Today, she will prepare what she wants to sell tomorrow so that she can sell it when it is hot tomorrow. Song Rutang fried the pancakes for a long time, and after more than two hours, she had a large basket of pancakes baked.

After drinking all the red bull in the bowl, Yang Pinxiang also came back from the county government. When he saw Song Rutang drinking from the bowl, he didn't think much about it. He just thought she was drinking water. She held a large bag of cakes and sighed:

"My dad didn't want it, so I took it back."

Seeing Yang Pinxiang's depressed face, Song Rutang felt slightly distressed. He comforted her, rinsed the bowl, and collected the remaining pancakes with her.

Although the Yang family was divided, they all still lived in this courtyard. In fact, only Yang Mingda left. Song Rutang brought some cakes and served them to the table, and naturally received a burst of praise from the Yang family.

Yang Pinyan took advantage of the after-dinner moment to come over:

"Sister Tang, grandma asked me to go with you to set up a stall tomorrow. When will you get up in the morning?"

"Starting at Yinshi, I have to stew some meat first, and then we can go to that good stall at Maoshi."

"Okay, then sister Tang calls me tomorrow morning. I'm strong and can help sister Tang carry her things."

Song Rutang originally thought Yang Pinyan was a boy, but she didn't realize it was a girl until she met him, and naturally she became a little curious.

When I asked about Yang Songlan in the evening, Yang Songlan was carrying lanterns and looking at the embroidery samples for a long time before she realized what Song Rutang was asking her. She turned around and said with a smile:
"This is the name she gave herself after she learned how to read. Your third uncle is spoiled with children, and all the children were named after themselves.

Xiangnuo hasn't come back from private school yet, and you haven't heard of him. Does your name sound like a girl?But he is a boy, and he chose the word "Nuo" for himself. "

Song Rutang also felt strange and laughed for a while. Then he remembered something and asked:
"Mom, what do you think of the sky tonight?"

Only then did Yang Songlan remember the stars. She stuck her head out of the window to look at them for a while, but didn't say anything for a long time.

Song Rutang was confused in his heart, and he stuck his head out to look for a while, but couldn't figure out the reason. He turned to look at Yang Songlan, and saw that she looked shocked, staring straight at the sky without speaking.

Song Rutang tilted her head for a long time and did not dare to speak, for fear of disturbing Yang Songlan. When Yang Songlan's expression softened, she asked carefully:

"Mother, what's wrong?"

"There has been snow recently."

Song Rutang also opened her eyes wide, and her heart was pounding.

Both of them know what this news means. There is snow. When the snow melts and moistens the land in the fields, crops can be planted again in the coming spring. If there is another rain...

"How is that possible? Today I told your grandmother that it was a very dry day and the wind hurt people's faces. Maybe I was wrong."

Yang rubbed his eyes, suspecting that his lack of academic prowess had made him miss the point.

But Song Rutang knew that was not the case.

The booklet provided by the system was naturally accurate, and Yang Songlan had the foundation. It seemed that it was really going to snow.

But he couldn't explain it clearly, so he had to say dryly: "What if it snows in a few days? Let's wait and see. Even if it doesn't snow, we won't lose anything. If it does snow, then everything will be fine."

In her mind, Yang Songlan only thought that Song Rutang was comforting her, and secretly sighed that her stargazing ability was indeed not as good as before. She could even misread such a simple star phenomenon. She sighed and went back to study the embroidery pattern.

Song Rutang stared at the bright sky outside, and hope quietly rose in her heart.

After a good night's sleep, when she woke up the next morning, Song Rutang got out of bed and felt that the room was inexplicably cold.

Maybe it's a sign of snow.

Song Rutang thought in her mind, got up, put on her clothes, put on her shoes and was about to go out. When she opened the door and took a look, her eyes were illuminated by the bright white outside.

Snowing.

With her heart beating so hard, Song Rutang didn't go to the kitchen anymore. She turned back to the bedroom and called Yang Songlan:
"Mom, it's snowing, Mom!"

Yang Songlan was in a daze, and when she got up, she was still in a daze. When she heard Song Rutang's words, she didn't react for a moment.

What snow?Where is the snow?
Yang Songlan shivered when the air-conditioning blew in from outside. When she looked outside, she suddenly woke up.

snow!
The two of them were very excited.

It is said that auspicious snow heralds a good harvest. Now that it is snowing, doesn’t it mean that the famine is about to end?
He got up from the bed, put on his clothes quickly, and the two of them ran out and knocked on the door one by one.

Early in the morning, all the Yang family members were called up, put on their clothes and went out to watch the snow.

Song Rutang opened the door and looked out. There were still a few people from other families standing on the street. They all stuck their heads out and looked around. When they saw Song Rutang who had just come out, they bared their teeth and smiled at her:

"Snowing."

Yes, it's snowing.

Song Rutang stretched out her hand and caught a few snowflakes. The snowflakes melted into a small patch of water in her hand, foreshadowing the humidity in the coming year.

The famine is finally coming to an end.

Song Rutang felt so happy that she couldn't stand still, so she sat down on the stone pillar at the door, baring her teeth and smiling everywhere.

The famine was finally coming to an end, and she could no longer survive the days of drought and waterlessness.

Yang Pinyan walked over, rubbing his eyes and yawning loudly:
"Sister Tang, are we going to go out to the stall today?"

"out."

Song Rutang stood up suddenly, walked quickly back to the kitchen, set up the pot and started cooking meat.

What was cooked was the bacon smoked yesterday. Cut it into slices and put it into the pot to cook. After a while, the fragrant meat was stewed.

First, he fished some out for the Yang family, and Song Rutang ate a lot himself, and then put it into a jar and simmered it. Yang Pinyan was asked to carry a basket with green onion dough cakes on his back, and the two of them set off like this.

After a long time, Old Mrs. Yang came back to her senses from the excitement of the snow, her brain came around, and she suddenly felt something strange:
"It's not the twelfth lunar month yet, why did it suddenly snow?"

No one else felt anything was wrong and said happily:
"Maybe it's been dry for too long, so it snowed early. Mom, isn't this a good thing?"

Mrs. Yang and Mr. Yang looked at each other and saw worry in each other's eyes.

The more Mrs. Yang thought about it, the more frightened she became. Looking at a group of juniors who were still happy, she thought for a long time and decided:
"No, you all have to go out today and go up the mountain to chop wood!"

(End of this chapter)