Chapter 290: Chapter 290 A Passing Storm
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On the other side, many refugees had appeared in the mountains near the manor. However, for the safety of the white potatoes, cattle, and sheep in the manor, Manager Liu transferred another group of people over to protect it.
In the afternoon, Tian Jingzhong took a team of soldiers with knives, axes, and saws up the mountain. According to Zhou Ying’s opinion, he asked the refugees to act according to the law, or they would be executed.
With the soldiers’ forceful intervention, the refugees obediently listened, even if they had complaints.
Half a month later, the outer area of the mountains had significantly changed. No matter how tall the trees were, they had all been trimmed until only the treetops were left. Overall, the mountain looked bald.
Zhou Ying also took the opportunity to spend money on a batch of firewood and save it in the courtyard. She used the larger branches to build a firewood shed in the backyard.
One day, Zhou Ying had just finished watering the sweet potato field when a gust of wind suddenly blew. Dark clouds were quickly passing over from the northeast to the southwest.
In an instant, dust and sand flew all over the sky, and the sky went dark. The villagers were all overjoyed at the sight of it.
This was because the village’s elderly firmly believed this was the wind before the rain.
Sure enough, after about 15 minutes, raindrops the size of peanuts fell. When it hit their bodies, they could feel the pain. Those raindrops that hit the windows each created a hole.
But the village was full of joy, even mixed with happy cries.
However, the rain soon passed. The rain did nothing but wet the ground slightly and couldn’t even form a small stream.
In an instant, the village was filled with miserable cries.
“It seems we won’t be able to get through this drought for a while,” Zhou Ying sighed.
She looked down and saw that her clothes were covered with yellow dust. She touched her face and felt the sand and dust on it. Zhou Ying had no choice but to close the door and take a shower in her interspace.
Following that, the villagers became even more depressed and focused on serving the only food available, white sweet potatoes.
Another half a month had passed, and the sweet potatoes had already begun to protrude from the ground along with dry cracks. Those with no food at home had no choice but to dig them out prematurely for their meals.
The victims of this disaster also began to have ideas about those remaining white potatoes. After the village chief realized something was wrong, he immediately asked Tian Jingzhong for help.
After all, they would have to rely on these white potatoes to ensure they wouldn’t go hungry in the following months.
Tian Jingzhong couldn’t suppress all these refugees, so he had to transfer all the officers and soldiers over, along with some who knew some martial arts from the refugees, to guard the white potatoes in the village.
At noon, Zhou Ying had just mixed some cold noodles when she suddenly heard someone in the courtyard say, “It seems we have come at the right time.
I could smell the lovely smell from far away.”
Zhou Ying was stunned for a moment after hearing Zhou Huaiming’s voice. She quickly put down the cold noodles and walked out, and sure enough, she saw Zhou Huaiming and Manager Liu walking in.
“When did you come over to our village?” she stepped forward and asked.
“Just last night. I just took a nap and came to see you.” Zhou Huaiming answered with a smile.
Zhou Ying thought to herself that he was probably here for the food. Thinking of this, she asked, “What do you want to eat for lunch? I’ll go make it now.”
“I don’t have the right to choose what to eat at a time like this. Do as you see fit. It’s fine as long as you can satisfy our hunger.”
“Alright, you guys sit in the living room, and I’ll be back soon.” Zhou Ying said as she returned to the kitchen.
In addition to the cold noodles, she made stir-fried preserved meat with green garlic seedlings, a serving of cold lettuce, and a few black steamed buns.
After they entered the house, Zhou Huaiming looked at the dishes on the table and exclaimed, “Sister, I can see you’re living well. It isn’t easy to cook three dishes this year.”
“I’m sure it isn’t easy for you to come over. So, of course, I have to treat you well..” After Zhou Ying said this, she handed them a bowl and chopsticks and asked, “How long will you be staying over this time?”
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