It was pouring rain.
Jiang Yue sat in the hut and fanned Jiang Xing. She fanned the futon fan with one hand, and soon became sore. He had no choice but to use both hands to expel his younger brother from the heat.
The weather was hot, and Jiang Xing had a lot of red rashes on his body. He was always crying and scratching in the middle of the night. The child did not know how serious he was, scratching his skin with blood.
Jiang Yue felt sorry for him and thought of a way to expel him from heat.
Soon, Jiang Xiumei also came back. She was hoeing in the field today, halfway through, and it was raining so hard. She scolded and said: "Okay, there will be a change every day, and now there is no need to grouting, it has to be drained."
When you grow crops, you depend on the sky to live, and the harvest depends on God's reward. When the weather is bad, a heart will be shaken by the wind and rain.
"Mom!" Jiang Yue ran out, looked up at her, and asked, "Where's Dad?"
"Your dad, today it's his turn to go to Da'ao Mountain to see the saplings. I don't know if he's here now, but he's coming back." Jiang Xiumei was worried and very upset.
Daoshan is a large valley nearby, surrounded by mountains and fertile land. The production team planted some saplings inside. It is convenient for the villagers to build a house, repair and so on. If you need wood, you can cut a tree back. It's just that this tree can't be cut down and not planted. Once someone cuts it down, new saplings must be added later to ensure that the offspring will grow up, build a new house, and marry a daughter-in-law, so that it can continue.
Now it was her man's turn.
Jiang Xiumei went into the kitchen to make a fire and cook dinner for the children. It's not too late now, it was just in the afternoon, but because of the heavy rain, the sky was dark and dark, as if the night was approaching.
Jiang Yue was lying on the window, looking at the smoke rising from the kitchen, she was also extremely irritable for no reason.
At this time, Jiang Xing woke up, rubbed his eyes with his chubby little hands, and said in a milky voice, "Sister, I'm hungry."
"Mom is cooking, don't cry. I'll have something to eat in a while."
"Ok."
Jiang Xing nodded, looking like a tiger's head and a tiger's head. It was raining and the weather was cool, the red rash on his body was less itchy, and he finally felt a little more relaxed.
The rice at home is cooked with sorghum rice and white rice. The vegetables were just Qingqing's handful of wild vegetables, which Jiang Xiumei met in the field ridge on the way back and picked it up quickly. There was not a drop of oil or water in it, but it was a good meal for the Jiang family.
It was because Jiang Xing was ill that Jiang Xiumei felt bad for him, so she mixed some white rice into the sorghum rice, otherwise she would not be able to eat it normally.
The three of them, mother and son, were still waiting for the male master to come back and didn't move their chopsticks.
"Forget it, eat first." Jiang Xiumei gave her man a portion of the meal, and then let the children start.
After eating a meal, I was quite frightened. Jiang Xing was still young and didn't know what was going on, but Jiang Yue was older and usually very sensible. Seeing her mother frowning, she felt that something was not right.
Dad didn't come back until late at night.
At this time, the rain has not stopped.
Jiang Xiumei couldn't hold back anymore, she put on her mink clothes, turned around and said to Jiang Yue, "You are watching the stars at home, wait for me to come back."
"Okay." Jiang Yue responded, and then watched her back disappear into the rain.
The thunder was still rumbling, as if it was about to poke a hole in the sky. Raindrops hit the tiles, Perak Barra. Jiang Yue was a little scared, she didn't light the kerosene lamp, hugged her brother tightly in the dark, and said nothing.
"Sister, why did Mom go?" Jiang Yue hugged her so tightly that Jiang Xing had long since woken up.
"Go... go find Daddy."
"But the rain is so heavy, how can I find it?"
"There is always a way to find it."
Jiang Yue was in a hurry, pinched him, and pretended to be angry: "Okay, are you annoying? Go to bed, wake up tomorrow morning, mom will definitely bring our dad back."
Jiang Xing was aggrieved and did not dare to say a word, so he could only sleep silently.
The two brothers and sisters slept hugging each other in the rainy night. Jiang Yue was still a child after all, and slept through the middle of the night.
The next day, when the day broke, Jiang Yue woke up with a roar from the big rooster at home. She opened her eyes suddenly and found that the rain that had been raining all night had stopped.
The sky was still gray, and there was no bright light. She looked from the window and found that her mother's room was still closed, and there was no smoke from the kitchen.
According to the past, my mother should go out to work at this time.
Jiang Yue frowned, feeling that something was wrong, but she was too young to do anything.
After Jiang Xing woke up, he was clamoring for something to eat, saying that he was hungry. Jiang Yue rummaged through the box, found the pancake that Jiang Xiumei had baked before, poured some cold water from the well, soaked it softly before eating it.
After barely dealing with breakfast, the two children moved chairs and sat under the eaves, waiting for their parents to come home.
This wait, until the evening time.
There is no food at home. Mi was locked in her mother's room. Jiang Yue had no key and could not open it. Jiang Xing was crying and hungry all the time, Jiang Yue had no choice but to give him bowls of well water and go to the toilet one after another.
Just drinking water can't solve the hunger, Jiang Xing still cried. His stomach was still rumbling, and he had no strength at all.
Jiang Xing cried and asked eagerly, "Sister, when will Mom and Dad come back?"
"It's almost time." Jiang Yue bit her lip, she was also very scared.
In fact, she didn't know when her parents would come back.
The two children obediently washed their hands and feet, went to bed obediently, and waited for the adults to come back.
Jiang Yue took good care of Jiang Xing, and Jiang Xing didn't cry or scratch all night.
Waiting until the early morning of the next day, Jiang Yue was woken up by a piercing howl.
The yard was brightly lit, and the firelight jumped and reflected on the window. Jiang Yue could see many figures reflected on the window, standing in a dense group.
There are cries, there are comforting voices, all kinds of voices are endless, and it is very noisy.
Jiang Xing fell into a deep sleep and did not open his eyes. Jiang Yue got out of bed by herself and ran into the yard, and saw her mother threw herself on top of a person, crying loudly.
Lying in the middle of the yard was her father, who was covered with a white cloth.
He was motionless, with bloodstains on his exposed hands and feet, and the wounds were mottled and miserable.
Jiang Yue's mind went blank in an instant, screaming at his father, and then jumped up and cried.
How can this be
Mingming's father smiled and said to her when he went out, "Be good, my father will come back soon and catch crickets for her." Why is it suddenly gone
Jiang Yue is young, but Zaohui, she heard from adults that her father encountered a mountain torrent, and then he died. Say it is bad life, let them mourn.
The mother and daughter cried to tears.
Jiang Xiumei has a tenacious heart. After crying all the way, she is almost quiet now, and she starts to do white errands on the playground. It happened so suddenly, there was no preparation at all, not even a single white flag.
Jiang Xiumei drove Jiang Yue back to her room, and then called her aunt next door to help. She cooked a pot of rice in the kitchen, picked a handful of vegetables from the vegetable garden, and took out some bacon that she was reluctant to eat. The people who carried the corpse in the same village ate it.
Everyone was busy all day and night to dig people out of the mud, and now they are too tired, so there is still a need for this kind of entertainment.
There are no elderly people at home, no coffin board is prepared, it is unrealistic to play a pair now, and the family has no money. Jiang Xiumei borrowed a few wooden boards from house to house, and simply nailed a coffin, which was regarded as collecting the body for him.
People from the same village and the production team came to mourn, the people who came left, and new people came, and there was an endless stream.
Funerals are quick and easy. Jiang Xiumei acted resolutely and did not even have time to be sad, so she could only bear the rest of the responsibilities alone.
She also has a pair of children.
It's been two months since the house was quiet.
Jiang Xing was still dumbfounded, not knowing what death meant, and sometimes crying to find his father.
Whenever this time, Jiang Xiumei always wanted to cry. Later, when Jiang Yue heard that he wanted a father, she secretly threatened him not to cry, and she was not allowed to eat after crying.
Jiang Xing was timid, and when she was told by her sister, she didn't dare to cry.
After my father was gone, the house became very quiet. There was a hole in the mat, and no one was able to mend it. The chicken coop was also broken and the wood was rotting, but no one had replaced it with a new one.
The days became difficult.
There is no male master at home, no matter what to do, it is very difficult.
If nothing else, the work alone is enough to keep Jiang Xiumei so busy that she has no time to feel sad.
Work points are food, and food is life. If there is a lack of labor, when both children are begging for food, if they can’t do more work and harvest food on the autumn equinox, they won’t have to eat. How will the family survive this winter?
The child's father sacrificed honorably to work for the team. Although the captain came to condolence with a few pounds of oil after knowing this, it was not enough at all.
The children are still young and cannot work or earn work points. Now the family is waiting for her to support her, so how to survive this year is still a problem. From now on, I have to tighten my belt and try to get through it.
Jiang Xiumei wakes up early every day, sleeps later than the dog, and wakes up earlier than the chicken. Gradually, her face loses weight sharply. The originally rosy face instantly turned old and horribly old. Every day I came back with blisters on my hands, and layers of calluses spread. The old has not disappeared, and the new has come up again.
Fortunately, although the child is small, he does not make trouble and is very sensible.
Jiang Yue took the initiative to help with the work. Although she was only a child, she kept the house in good order, sweeping, washing, cooking, and taking care of her younger brother. She was no worse than an adult.
Jiang Xiumei was very pleased with this, and gradually felt a lot more at ease. She feels that as long as she is alive, there is still hope, and she has the ability to raise her children. The family will not be separated for a lifetime. As long as she has one bite to eat, she can't starve the child.
It's just that outsiders may not understand Jiang Xiumei's thoughts.
The ancestral family of the Jiang family doesn't usually interact with them, but they are also somewhat related by blood. If something like this happens, they naturally have to come to the house to offer condolences.
It's just a pity that their condolences are not condolences, but come with a purpose.
Jiang Yue's great-grandmother walked several miles on crutches, brought a pound of thick rice noodles, and came to Jiang's house.
As soon as he entered the door, he began to cry, crying that the child was suffering. After crying, he kicked the child out and said that he had something to discuss with Jiang Xiumei.
The grandmother said: "It's not easy for you to carry a child alone. Our clan has discussed it, let you go and let you remarry, Jiang Xing, we can help you raise it. Jiang Yue, you can either take it away or give it away. people."