"Grandma Tang, have you seen my father?" Yingbao asked.
Tang: "Your father just went to the village down the hill with your grandfather Chen."
The old man's two sons and their families were all at the bottom of the slope and had not come up, as was his lame grandson Chen Boyuan, so Chen Fu asked Jiang Sanlang to go with him to the old house in the old village to help his two sons move.
Of course, his youngest son Chen Zhu, his second nephew Chen Yin, and several men from the village also went with him.
Upon hearing this, Yingbao hurried back home, put the saddle on the pony, and stepped on the stepping stone to climb onto the horse.
Chunniang followed her daughter and ran back and forth, panting with exhaustion. She grabbed the reins and said angrily, "Bao'er! Why don't you listen?"
Yingbao grabbed the reins and said, "Mom, don't wander around. I'm going to find Dad and will be back soon. Let go quickly. It will be dangerous if you're late."
Chunniang hesitated for a moment and finally let go of the reins.
Yingbao squeezed her legs against the horse's belly, urging the pony to run faster.
The pony now has shiny hair and strong hooves, and is no longer as skinny as before.
It spread out all four hooves and rushed out at a speed not much slower than Yoyo.
In addition, the pony's back is broad and thick, so sitting on it is more stable than riding a deer.
The pony galloped all the way towards the old house of Patriarch Chen in the old village.
At this time, the sky was covered with dark clouds and there were faint flashes of thunder and lightning.
There were two cars parked in front of Patriarch Chen's house, and several people were standing at the door talking.
"Dad! Don't believe what Jiang Sanlang said about the flood. I think he is just exaggerating." Chen Jiaxing was determined not to move to his fourth brother's house in Nanpo.
At present, in the entire Dongchen Village, only he, his second brother Chen Jiazhen, and Chen Sanyou's Chen Shu have not built a house on the south slope.
Even Uncle San's youngest son, Chen Ting, who was not doing well, built three thatched huts on the south slope with the help of his parents, and now the family of three had moved there to live.
Therefore, if Chen Jiaxing's family moved to Nanpo, they would definitely live in the home of his fourth brother Chen Zhu, which was something he was most reluctant to do.
Because he and his fourth brother are not from the same mother, they are not close.
Since they are not close, he doesn't want to be too involved with it.
Patriarch Chen was so angry that he wanted to slap him.
But his son is so old now, and he cannot embarrass him in front of outsiders. After all, his position as the patriarch has to be inherited by the eldest son.
He turned to his youngest son Chen Zhu and said, "Since your elder and second brothers don't want to move, you can carry your mother's and my coffin to the south slope."
He and his wife had prepared the coffin since he was 58 years old and had piled it behind the bed.
We chose the best nanmu wood at the beginning, and we can't let it be damaged by water.
Chen Zhu nodded, and went to his father's bedroom with Jiang Sanlang and others to carry the coffin.
The Chen clan leader said to his eldest son, "Da Lang, you don't have to go, but Bo Yuan must go with me."
Without waiting for the 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 for my second cousin to load the car onto the Jiang family’s carriage.
Chen Zhu, Jiang Sanlang and others carried out the coffins of the clan leader and his wife, placed them on two flatbed carts, tied them up with ropes, and then pulled them out of the yard towards the south slope.
The patriarch followed them with his hands behind his back, and he refused to get on the carriage even when his second nephew asked him to.
The coffin was heavy, and it was very difficult to move forward, with one person pulling the cart and the other pushing it from behind.
At this moment, there was a sudden strong wind with thunder and lightning. Hail as big as pigeon eggs fell from the sky, hitting the coffin lid and the carport with a crackling sound.
"Ouch!" Chen Zhu felt a pain in his head and felt a bump on his head. He was so scared that he quickly took shelter under a big tree. "Hailstones this big can kill people. You guys should hide quickly."
Jiang Sanlang and others were hit by hail and had nowhere to hide, so they could only run to a big tree by the roadside to take shelter.
At this moment, everyone noticed a pony running towards them against the strong wind and hail.
"Yingbao?" Jiang Sanlang recognized her as his daughter and waved his hand quickly: "Bao'er, come here!"
I saw a little kid wearing a bamboo hat, urging his horse to gallop towards this side.
But she stopped when she ran a short distance away, waving her arms in fear: "Dad! Come here!"
"Come here quickly! It's dangerous over there!"
Jiang Sanlang didn't understand, but his intuition told him that he had to listen to his daughter, so he quickly called a few people to run towards Yingbao. "Bao'er! What happened?"
Chen Yin and Chen Zhu looked at each other and drove the carriage over there.
Patriarch Chen didn't want to go over at first, but his youngest son pulled his arm, so he had to follow.
As soon as the few people left the big tree, a bright flash of lightning flashed over their heads and struck the big tree directly.
There was a loud crackling sound.
When they looked back, they saw that the trunk of the tree was split in half.
Everyone was stunned, not caring about the hail hitting their heads, and they quickly ran to Yingbao.
At this moment, Yingbao was holding several hats in her hands, some big and some small, and two of them were broken.
"Here, put them on quickly." Yingbao gave the biggest and best one to her father, and handed the rest to everyone.
Patriarch Chen was frightened and turned pale. He quickly climbed onto the carriage and sat with his eldest grandson. After thinking for a while, he could not 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 fell down and covered the two flatbed trucks under the tree.
What a close call! If Yingbao hadn't let them leave the tree in time, I would have been lying in the coffin soon.
After the hail came heavy rain.
Jiang Sanlang felt sorry for his daughter getting wet in the rain, so he carried her onto the carriage, squeezed her in with the clan leader and Chen Boyuan, and drove back to Nanpo in the rain.
As for the two coffins, the Chen family can do whatever they want with them.
After sending his daughter home and asking his wife to quickly bathe and change her clothes, Jiang Sanlang then sent the clan leader and Chen Boyuan to Chen Zhu's house.
The heavy rain continued to fall, and the rain water flowed everywhere, soon filling up the ponds and ditches on the south slope.
Not only that, the stream at the bottom of the slope also began to rise rapidly, and the rain water overflowed the stone bridge, making it impossible to distinguish the road.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Chen Yin and Chen Zhu and others quickly put the two carts on a high place, waded across the stream themselves, and ran back home to shelter from the rain.
The heavy rain lasted all night and gradually subsided the next day, but it still did not stop.
At daybreak, Jiang Sanlang put on a straw raincoat and a bamboo hat and went out to check the situation down the slope.
There are many people who share the same idea as him, and Patriarch Chen is one of them.
The coffins of him and his wife were thrown into the stream by their youngest son, and no one knew whether they were washed away by the rain.
The villagers of Dongchen Village stood on the high slope and looked into the distance. They saw that many places below the slope were filled with rainwater, and the dirt road uphill was cut off by a muddy stream of water four or five meters wide.
Chen Fu could vaguely see that his and his wife's black lacquered coffins were placed on a flatbed truck, alone on the other side of the water.
He glared at his fourth son, feeling extremely heartbroken.
The two coffins were both made of century-old nanmu wood. Inside each coffin were two sets of silk shrouds and several satin quilts. I don't know if they were soaked by the rain.
Tang, who was standing nearby with an umbrella, saw this and said angrily, "Why are you staring at me? Because of your coffin, Zhuer and the others were almost struck to death by lightning."
She heard everything that happened yesterday from Zhuer.
If Yingbao had not arrived in time, her son and several villagers would have been in trouble.
Oh, the little fairy is worthy of being a little fairy. How did she know that the tree where they were hiding would be struck by lightning
It's amazing.
Fortunately, Yingbao ran away, otherwise... Alas, my family would owe her another life.
No, it's two lives, and this old guy's one.