After the typhoon, the village was in ruins and in a mess everywhere. Many branches and trunks had fallen down, blocking part of the path, and they had to be kicked away when passing by. Some houses had broken glass all over the ground and garbage everywhere.
In the past, after a typhoon, every household would start cleaning the roads, tidying up the houses, and repairing the roofs. But now it was almost noon, and the roads were still the same as after the typhoon had just passed, with no one cleaning them.
Everyone was so passionate about the shells they had just brought back that they had no time to tidy up the house or sweep the space.
Ye Yaodong and his son walked along the way and looked around. The doors of every household were filled with bags of shells. Men, women, old and young had happy smiles on their faces. They were sitting around with stools and bamboo baskets, sorting the shells or busying themselves with work.
Some even shouted to their neighbors on the left and right, asking how many bags they had packed and how many bags they had packed. They were very excited because they had more people and more labor, so they could pack more.
These are all money. Where can they pick up so many shells normally? And they can be sold for money.
A few children couldn't sit still. After a while, their butts started twisting around like they were greased. Then they secretly moved their butts when the adults weren't paying attention, twisted their feet backwards, and slipped to the corner to play in the water.
The dirt road was full of potholes and puddles. The naughty boy was annoyed by people and dogs, so when he saw someone approaching, he deliberately stepped on the water hard.
Ye Yaodong pulled his father to the side to avoid the water, but the naughty boy did not splash water on others, but splashed water all over his face and body.
The child next to them quickly complained, "Ahahahaha ~ Second Aunt, I'm all wet from playing with stones in the water."
The woman who was busy sorting nearby immediately rushed over angrily, cursing as she ran.
The little boy was nimble and when he saw his mother rushing towards him to hit him, he immediately pulled up the clothes in front of him to wipe his face, then ran away crying.
As a result, I was probably too panicked and slipped before I even took two steps, and fell directly into the puddle. Now...
Ye Yaodong couldn't bear to watch it anymore.
The country boy was really tough. He didn't cry, but immediately climbed up using his hands and feet. His whole body was covered with yellow loess soup. He ran away before my mother could reach out her claws.
He couldn't help but twitch his lips when he saw it. Why bother? He was covered in mud from head to toe. He had to go home to change clothes. It was better to be beaten directly than to struggle now and be caught and beaten more severely.
Listening to the mother and son walking away, cursing at each other, Ye Yaodong silently lit a candle for the child in his heart. He must order a large portion of stir-fried bamboo shoots with pork.
Father Ye just glanced at them a few times, shook his head, and went on his own, saying hello to anyone he knew.
The usual question of "Have you eaten?" was automatically changed to "How many bags of shells did you pack today?"
In some houses, the sacks were still neatly stacked in the corners, without all being dumped out, while in others, all of them were dumped onto the ground in a pile as big as a small mountain.
There are quite a few households, and he can already imagine how crowded the dock will be in the evening.
They walked all the way to the door of the old house. Both the father and the son knew the extent of the damage caused by the typhoon. There was no major impact and no one died in the village. It was just that many roofs were blown off, and the destructive power was a little stronger than before.
Two thatched huts of several pig farms were blown down and the guardrails were broken. Several pigs escaped last night. It happened to be a typhoon and raining heavily, so the owners could not outrun the pigs even if they opened the door and came out. They could not catch them and they ran away.
Just now when I passed by, I heard someone picking shells and cursing the heavens, saying that he had raised pigs for half a year in vain and it was such a huge loss. The man in his family was now looking for pigs everywhere.
Ye Yaodong also felt that the typhoon last night was quite strong. He originally thought that it was because they lived by the sea and the waves were whistling right next to their ears, so he had this illusion. But when he saw the extent of the damage in the village, he was right.
As soon as they arrived at the door of the old house, neighbors on both sides greeted them and they were sitting at the door sorting shells.
"I was wondering why your doors and windows were all tightly shut today. The typhoon has passed, but no one has come out. It turns out everyone has gone to their new home."
"A new house is better."
"You two are the only ones living in this old house. You might as well move in."
Father Ye smiled and said, "If we move out, the house will be ruined if no one lives in it. His mother and I are still young and can still work. We don't need them to take care of us in our old age. We can live comfortably on our own."
While Ye's father was talking to the neighbors on both sides, Ye Yaodong had already pushed the door open and walked in.
The moment he opened the door and walked in, a musty smell of wood rushed into his nose. It had been stuffy until now and he hadn't opened the windows for ventilation. Wouldn't the smell be strong
Nowadays, the furniture in every household is made of solid wood, which is not comparable to the particle board and integrated board in the future. The mushrooms growing behind the door are also real!
And it wasn't just the musty smell of wood, there was also a strong smell of chicken shit, his mother had brought the chicken coop in as well...
The sound of cooing cooing cooing has been ringing...
He opened the door panels on both sides of the front door as wide as possible to allow some air to circulate. There was water on the floor of the house, and he didn't know how badly the roof was leaking. He would have to climb up and take a look later.
Father Ye followed in soon after. The ground was full of water and he couldn't help but say, "It must have leaked a lot last night. There's still so much water now."
Ye Yaodong walked to the stove and took a look. There was a pile of firewood next to it, which was already wet. When he opened the pot lid, there was still rain water in the pot. He couldn't help but shook his head.
"I will build a second floor to my new home later, why don't you move in? Or maybe my eldest brother has some vacant land and we can expand it, so we can build it next to his and don't have to climb stairs. I'll pay for it."
"You have a lot of money, right?"
"Then we three brothers can share the cost equally. Big brother and second brother will definitely not object. This house is leaking like a sieve."
There was no choice last year. Every household had water leaks, but everyone was doing it anyway. They just cleaned and repaired the house and could still live there. They could still marry a wife with this dilapidated house.
Now that he has lived in the new house, Ye Yaodong also looks down on the old house. Although the new house is not much better, at least it doesn't leak.
After living in the new house, Ye's father was actually a little shaken, but after thinking about it, he shook his head and said, "We can't leave a good house to ruin. Our house is not small. It would be a pity if it was ruined. After all, it was passed down from your grandfather."
"So do you want to pass it down from generation to generation as an heirloom? Pass it down for several generations? Pass it down for hundreds of years as an antique?"
Father Ye said unhappily, "It wasn't easy for your grandfather to earn this family business, and you weren't asked to live here. Go open the doors and windows of the other rooms."
"Even the old lady didn't feel like parting with it, but you do..."
Ye Yaodong muttered, then went to open the doors and windows, and unscrewed the mushrooms behind the door. "I don't know if it's edible or not, and if it will kill me."
He threw it out of the window, but out of the corner of his eye he saw a patch of white… pig? tail
pig
His eyes widened in surprise, and he leaned against the window and stuck his head out.
It really is a pig! What I just saw in the house was its white butt and its small curly tail.
I looked at the fences on both sides of the back door. One side had collapsed. I don’t know when a pig ran in.
Thinking of what I just heard on the roadside, it seems that two or three thatched houses collapsed and the pigs ran away...
My goodness, he actually came to the back door of his hometown to steal his cabbage
Early in the morning, the shells on the beach attracted all the villagers. Now everyone had just returned home and was busy dealing with the pile of shells at the door. They didn't even have time to repair their houses. No wonder they didn't notice the pig at their back door.
This is really a white pig falling from the sky!
"father!"
There were two explosions. Father Ye in the house responded, and the pigs outside also dug their cabbages and squealed, and their curly tails moved twice.
"Come quickly."
"What's the matter? Why are you yelling when I asked you to open the window?" Ye's father came over and said dissatisfiedly.
"Come here and take a look. What is that in the vegetable garden?"
Father Ye walked forward in confusion and stuck his head out. His eyes widened in surprise. "Where did the pig come from?"
"Whose family is this?"
"Then...what should we do? We don't have a pigpen at home!"
Ye Yaodong rolled his eyes. In this era, pigs were valuable assets. If someone took them away, no one would be able to get away with it.
"Just now when I was walking down the road, I heard two families say that the pig pen had collapsed and the pigs had escaped. Aren't you afraid that word will get out and they'll come knocking on your door?"
Father Ye rolled his eyes at him. "Our vegetable patch behind the door has been destroyed by this pig. We won't be able to eat vegetables for a while. We have to pay for it! Who would be so stupid as to take the money they found on the street and return it? We have to wait for them to come to our door and ask for it."
"Besides, a cat brings poverty, a dog brings wealth, and an old sow with a white cloth on her head, and I don't know if it's male or female, but this is also unlucky!"
"Then you can see for yourself. Anyway, it ran to your back door, not to my house. You'd better call my mother to come and take a look."
Father Ye nodded. "You are a young man, you are fast on your feet. Go and call your mother to see what she says. I will watch from here. I will also fix the fence and feed the chickens. They are all soaked and hungry all night."
"OK."
He walked out of the door and saw his neighbors on both sides still fiddling with their shells as usual. Some of them had freed up their hands to sweep the floor, or were moving the stairs, intending to climb up to the roof to take a look.
He looked at the bumpy road surface and thought it was too difficult to walk on the rainy day.
If I had known, I would have ridden his BMW. There were puddles everywhere, and my trouser legs were covered with puddles when I walked. Even with rain boots on, the puddles still hung down the back of my thighs.
It was also his father's fault for walking too fast. He hurried to catch up and didn't even think about riding a bike. Now he had to rely on his own two feet to get there.