Five-year-old little girl: Mom has thousands of acres of material space

"Uncle Liu, it's getting late, just do as I said before. I'm going home first." Before Jiang finished speaking, he picked up Jiang Xiaoxiao, who was shivering from the cold.

"Okay!" Li Zheng nodded, "I heard that the thatched roofs of many people's homes were damaged by this heavy hailstorm. You should go back and see if everything is okay."

Jiang Wei hugged Jiang Xiaoxiao and went home. Most of the people in the village still stayed in the fields. Even though it was almost dark, none of them went home.

The rice was ripe and about to be harvested, but suddenly there came such a heavy rain and heavy hail. Almost all the rice stalks were beaten and fell in the mud. If these big hail were not cleared away in time, the remaining rice would be destroyed. The grains can only rot in the mud.

At this critical moment, the villagers had to clear the fields of large hailstones even if they didn't eat or drink.

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

Every household is holding a torch beside the field ridge and working hard.

Only the fields of Zhao Lai's family were dark and there was no one.

The rice stalks were all crushed to death under the hail, and the fallen rice grains were washed into the ditches by the rain. The water could not be drained out, and the rice roots in the ground were soaked in water until they became soft and rotten...

At this moment, Rascal Zhao and Widow Xu, who were at home, had no time to take care of the damaged rice in the fields.

Several large holes were made in the roof of the house by hail, and the rainwater fell and hit the head of the bed in the back room, soaking the bedding, dripping with water.

There were two beds in the back room, one was wet and the other was clean.

Rascal Zhao and Widow Xu are fighting for the right to use the last bed.

"Rogue Zhao, I am pregnant with your child, why don't you let me sleep on the last bed?" Widow Xu said angrily.

Rascal Zhao curled his lips and said reluctantly: "Why! This is my bed, why should I give it to you!"

Widow Xu hugged the quilt tightly, kicked Rascal Zhao out of bed, and cursed fiercely: "If you dare to go to bed, I will kill you while you are sleeping!"

Rascal Zhao saw the kitchen knife that Widow Xu put on the bedside table, and he swallowed back the curse words he was about to spit out.

He knew that Widow Xu was capable of such a thing.

Widow Xu is not like Chunmiao, who always tolerates him. This crazy woman is not afraid of anything when she gets mad. In the past few days, he has already tried Widow Xu's madness.

Zhao Laiyi swallowed twice, but in the end he said nothing and could only go to the room next door where his son slept.

"Dad, have you washed your feet? Why are they so smelly?" Zhao Ergou covered his nose in disgust. Seeing his father climbing into his bed without any explanation, he couldn't help but said: "My bed is small, only big enough for me." Go to bed, go sleep with Widow Xu."

Zhao Lailai's face suddenly turned dark.

Even if Widow Xu dislikes him, her biological son also dislikes herself! ?

Zhao Lailai was so angry that he slapped him in the face and cursed: "Stop talking nonsense, get out if you don't want to sleep!"

After saying that, regardless of what Zhao Ergou did, he grabbed the quilt and fell asleep.

But the resentment in his heart could never be suppressed.

In the past, he was the only one who disliked others. He disliked Chunmiao's mother for being a yellow-faced woman, which was off-putting to him. He always slept in a separate bed with her, not to mention that the bed at home was small and could only sleep alone. Chunmiao and Chunya slept on the same bed with her.

Now it was his turn to suffer this. He and eleven-year-old Zhao Ergou were sharing a bed. He had never thought how a bed could be so small. It was so cramped to sleep two people!

There was a heavy rain during the day and it was a bit cold at night. Zhao Ergou kept pulling the quilt with him in the middle of the night, disturbing him so much that he couldn't sleep at all. Lying sideways on the hard bed, he couldn't help but think that if the person sleeping next to him was Mrs. Zhao, she would not be willing to let him suffer this crime, and would put him first in everything and give him all the good things... …

As he thought about it, for the first time, Rascal Zhao felt a trace of regret in his heart.

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When Jiang Xiaoxiao was carried all the way home by her mother, it was completely dark.

The dirt road outside her yard was soaked by heavy rains, became muddy, and was pockmarked by hail, making it very difficult to walk.

Entering the yard, her sheep shed and rabbit nest were also damaged by hail, and the rabbits huddled under the thick fur of the dairy goat.

It was too late now and there was no time to repair the sheep shed and rabbit nest, so Jiang Wei could only pick up some wooden boards and build a temporary shelter for them.

The clothes on both mother and daughter were wet. Before Jiang went to the kitchen to boil hot water for a bath, Jiang Xiaoxiao was going back to the house to change clothes.

But as soon as he entered the house, he saw that the roof of his house had also been smashed with several holes by hail.

The hole was not big, and the rainwater flowed in along the thatch and fell on the table nearby. Her books on the table were soaked.

Jiang Xiaoxiao felt distressed for a while, and did not bother to change clothes. She quickly moved the book on the table, wiped the water stains on it with a cloth, and then put it under the window to dry.

The floor inside the house was still dirt, and it was muddy from the falling water.

Jiang Xiaoxiao had no choice but to sigh. For the first time, she felt the embarrassment of "a leaky house".

The house they lived in was left by the hunters in the village in the past. It was in disrepair and it was understandable that it would be damaged by hail.

Jiang Xiaoxiao checked around the house again. Fortunately, the sleeping area in the back room was intact and there was no leakage.

Jiang Wei boiled the water and went into the house to ask her to take a bath. He also saw the situation in the house and couldn't help but frowned.

She glanced around and found that only the roof above the table was leaking. She breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I'll repair it tomorrow. I won't need this broken house if I live in it for a few more days."

Jiang Xiaoxiao couldn't help laughing when she heard this. With a new house, she could no longer live in this leaky house.

The two went to the stove. The water in the pot was already boiling and bubbling.

Jiang Wei quickly scooped up hot water from a wooden bucket and poured it into the large wooden bucket for bathing, and poured two buckets of cold water into it.

Mix one cold and one hot, the water temperature is just right.

Jiang Xiaoxiao took off her clothes and lay down comfortably. In a blink of an eye, her mother took out a larger wooden bucket from the space and poured hot and cold water into it.

The soap and shampoo for bathing were placed between the two wooden barrels. Her mother did not enjoy the leisure time in the bath. She sat in the wooden barrel, rubbed her hair, filled her body with soap lather, and then started washing. The whole process It's all straight forward.

Jiang Xiaoxiao, who was originally soaking comfortably in the hot water and didn't want to move, saw this, sat upright and began to apply soap on herself.

These soaps were all brought out from the space by her mother. Needless to say, they must be modern. After being wet and spread, there is a faint jasmine fragrance.

People in this era usually use water to dry clean and rub their hair. It is better to use rice water to wash their hair, and plant ash for laundry.

As for bath beans, only rich families can afford them. Ordinary people can't buy them. She has been in Yuhe Village for so long, but she has never seen any family who can afford bath beans.