See the smoke from the farmhouse

Chapter 63 The Bridge Was Washed Away

It was clearly noon, but now it was as dark as the sky, and the room was also pitch black, so Tang Xiaowan had no choice but to light the oil lamp.

Seeing that she can't go anywhere now, Tang Xiaowan simply suggested that everyone play the game "Where does the little train go" at home, but she changed the little train into a small carriage.

"Let's drive the little carriage, where are we going at the next stop, the next stop is going to the capital..."

Tang Xiaowan was not familiar with the place names of this dynasty, so she asked Huahua to represent the "capital city", Laifu to represent the "provincial city", she was the "county town", and Zhao Rongyu was "Fengling Town". At this time, if you fail to do the specified action, you will lose, and if you lose, you will be punished.

The four of them played for an hour until they got tired and the rain outside hadn't stopped.

"Strange, why did it rain for so long?" Tang Xiaowan said.

Zhao Rongyu explained: "This area is special. Every summer there will be some particularly strong rainfall. There is a county next door, and floods will occur at this time every year."

"What about here?"

"There is no particularly big river here, probably not," said Zhao Rongyu.

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It rained for four full days at once. Fortunately, some food was stored in front, so there was no need to worry about starving to death without hunting.

On the fifth day, Tang Xiaowan went out to fetch water, but found that the river was muddy and flooded to the bank.

Naturally, this water cannot be eaten. She has no choice but to go into the mountain to fetch water. There is a pool of water in it. Sometimes when there is a drought, the villagers will go there to fetch water to drink.

But when passing the village entrance, I saw the village chief leading a group of villagers discussing something by the river, looking helpless.

Looking at the river again, it turned out that the wooden bridge was washed away by heavy rain for several days, and these people were discussing how to repair the bridge.

"No, every year a wooden bridge is built, and every year it is washed away. This year we can't build another wooden bridge. If we build another wooden bridge, it will still be washed away when the next heavy rain comes," the village head said.

"Do we need to build stone bridges? But even if we can afford the money, our village has no experience in building stone bridges. Why should we go outside the village to invite craftsmen?" Villager A said.

"It's expensive, right? It's not building a house, it's building a bridge. The river is two roads wide, so it's not a small project to build," Villager B said.

Tang Xiaowan had to cross the bridge if she wanted to go into the mountains to fetch water. Seeing that the bridge was gone, she didn't want to stay here for a long time, lest those people would scold her behind her back.

Alas, if saliva could drown a person, she would have died countless times by now.

Seeing Tang Xiaowan coming back with an empty bucket, Zhao Rongyu who was chopping firewood in the kitchen couldn't help but asked, "Is there no water?"

"The bridge that entered the mountain was washed away by the flood," Tang Xiaowan said, "Now those people in the village are discussing whether to build a wooden bridge or a stone bridge. I'm afraid they won't be able to enter the mountain in a short time, so we can only make do. The river is thirsty." , the turbidity is a bit turbid, but it’s better than nothing.”

"Sister Xiaowan is really optimistic," Zhao Rongyu said, "I'll go and have a look."

He put down the hoe and walked outside.

"Aren't you afraid that Scar will target you again?"

Zhao Rongyu looked back at Tang Xiaowan, showing a very surprised look: "When was I afraid of him?"

"..." Then why didn't he go up the mountain to hunt wild boars?
"Sister Xiaowan, this matter is related to whether I can go up the mountain to hunt wild boars in the future, so wait for my news."

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(End of this chapter)