sjar Chapter 144 Rainy Season Again 3
Chapter 144 Rainy Season Again 3
As soon as I arrived at the outer courtyard, I saw Sa Shi holding a wooden stick as thick as his arm, rummaging around in the tent covering the noodles while cursing, "Where the hell have you two little bastards gone to? You have such short legs and yet you dare to run around. Sooner or later, you'll be taken away by a wolf. Damn it, when I find you, I'm going to give you a good beating."
"What are you looking for?" Ji Lang looked at the stick in her hand. Oh my god~ He didn't dare to think about what would happen if this stick hit him.
Sa Shi put his hands on his hips angrily and said, "I don't know where these two little brats are hiding. They have nothing to do every day and just run around and hide everywhere."
"Ah... they are..." He wanted to say that they were on the kang in his room. Looking at Sa Shiyi's sweaty face and the veins popping out of his hands holding the gangster's, if he said that, the two little guys would probably get a beating on their butts.
But Sa Shi was really anxious at this moment. He thought about it and said, "They are sleeping in my room."
"Okay." Sa Shi walked quickly into the yard holding the stick.
Ji Lang shrank his neck and said, "Let the two little brats fend for themselves."
Xiaoman and his friends were playing in the mud under the tree, not caring about the cold. Ji Lang came over and Xiaoman turned to look at him, "Father, we started playing after we finished our exercise."
Ji Lang reached out to help him pick off the dried mud spots on his forehead, and said helplessly, "Aren't you cold?" He turned around and looked at the other little guys, "Aren't you cold?"
"It's not cold~" the little ones said in unison.
Ji Lang thought that he had to get some toys for the children. There are more children now, and he can't just play Gobang, hopscotch, shuttlecock, skip rope, play with stones, and bamboo helicopters every day... Damn, this is not a small number.
I don’t know why, but everyone seems to never get tired of playing with this mud.
After thinking for a while, he thought that there were more children in the tribe now, so he could play some small games that could be played with more people, such as dropping handkerchiefs and playing statues, which could be played by both little boys and girls. He looked around and sure enough, Xiao Xingxing and Xiao Liu were not there.
"Xiaopang, where is Xiaoliu? Why didn't she come to play with you guys?" Ji Lang asked.
"She said she wanted to work." The fat boy was sniffing his nose. There was a ball of something in his hand that he didn't know what was going on. He was squeezing it like poop, which was disgusting. Even Ji Lang felt a little disgusted. His voice was a little hoarse because he hadn't recovered from his cold.
Ji Lang looked at Da Mao, Er Mao and San Mao who were playing behind Lie Feng. Wow, even the dog came to play, but Xiao Liu still had to work. He knew that Grandma Xue was not such a harsh person, it was just that Xiao Liu was diligent.
He waved his hand, "Little Fatty, come here."
The little fatter but still thinner Xiaopang slid over to Jilang like a little crab and said, "Priest, is there anything I can do for you?"
Ji Lang flicked his head and said, "Why call me priest? Call me uncle. Go to the yard and find Feng. Ask him to take you to the next yard to get Xiao Liu. Let's play games together."
He stretched out his dirty hand and was about to rub his forehead, but Ji Lang quickly grabbed his arm and said, "Go wash your hands."
The little guy quickly agreed, ran to the sink, washed his hands, and went into the yard.
When I walked to the door, I heard heart-wrenching crying coming from inside. I swallowed and was a little hesitant.
"Wash your hands too, and go into the yard quickly to play there later." Ji Lang called to the group of little kids.
They all rushed into the yard. Hearing Tao An and Tao Rong still crying, Ji Lang hurried into the house, fearing that they would get hurt.
The two little guys sat on the kang, howling, their eyes squeezed together, without even a tear in their eyes.
……
As soon as he saw Ji Lang coming in, little Tao Rong became even more excited, "Am is bad, I don't want to be Am's son anymore, wuwuwuwu..."
"Okay, then go and be someone else's servant." Sa Shi said speechlessly.
She looked at Ji Lang eagerly, "I want to be... a servant of the priest." After saying that, she felt a little alone and looked at Tao An, "Are you coming too?"
Little Tao An had just been slapped on the butt, and now he was no longer "steady". He moved closer to his sister, looked at Ji Lang, and nodded vigorously, "Come on!"
Jilang: ...
Before he could open his mouth, Xiaoman rushed in front of him and opened her arms like an old hen, "Father is mine." After thinking for a moment, she added, "Then if you are father's children, you have to line up behind me and call me brother."
Xiaoman was envious of the good relationship between brothers Xiaoyuan and Xiaofang. Now he finally had the chance, and he could be the older brother directly.
Little Taoan and little Taorong looked at him. The two of them were sitting on the kang. Xiaoman was not even as tall as the kang, so he could only look down at him, "De de."
Jilang: ...
What a treat.
He hasn't said anything yet, and you've already made a decision for him? With two more kids, the pressure is huge.
"Don't even think about it. You two will never be Ji Lang's children in this life." Sa Shi picked up the two little fat boys, held one in each arm, pushed open the door curtain and left.
Xiaopang shouted from the yard, "Uncle Priest, we brought Xiaoliu here, come and play, what game?
……
What’s going on? I’ve been speechless for as many times as I normally would in a few months.
For the next few days, whenever the rain stopped, the yard would be bustling with people either playing "Drop the Handkerchief" or "123 Wooden Man".
It rains a lot during the rainy season, but there are also sunny days, and I can occasionally go out to pick mushrooms or dig bamboo shoots. During the last rainy season, I would pick and choose when I went out. After all, there were fewer people then, and there were so many mushrooms in the mountains that I couldn't pick them all.
But this time, Ji Lang went to watch it and was shocked. The speed and efficiency were like a gust of wind passing through, leaving nothing behind.
Such a big backpack was full in less than half an hour, and I even came back for a second pick soon after.
They are all "special forces" traveling, they are "special forces" collecting, the key is that the quality is high.
They are all talents.
It's no wonder that he is a native. Ji Lang slips three times every time he takes a step, while he walks very fast and he still needs Qing Jiu to hold him back from behind.
"Be gentler, it's making my neck uncomfortable." He grabbed the collar of his clothes and muttered.
Qing Jiu was helpless, "If I use less force, you will slide down."
Ji Lang, "Why are your heels so stable? They slip when I step on them, even though we are wearing the same shoes."
"Step firmly before taking the next step. Don't be in a hurry." Qing Jiu taught him patiently.
Ji Lang stepped on it, but he couldn't keep his footing steady! He slipped away as soon as he stepped on it. Was this thing targeting him? It was bullying him, a "foreigner".
Why is it so difficult to eat some bamboo shoots that you dug yourself? He heard from Feng that there are many bamboo shoots growing in the forest. You can just break one and get a big basket in a short time, which is very satisfying.
After finally arriving at the place, Feng Zhen didn't talk nonsense and killed one with one hand, boom!
The bamboo shoots we picked cannot be dried in the sun, so we keep some to eat fresh and pickle the rest. There are sour bamboo shoots and pickled peppers, which fill up five or six jars.
After all, it is a cave dug in the mountains. If it is exposed to too much rain, it may collapse to some extent. These days, Ji Lang took everyone to check it out again. There is no big problem. It may be due to the geographical environment here. The land is still relatively solid and not easy to deform or collapse. It is still safe.
When it snows, the ground may deform due to thermal expansion and contraction, but fortunately the pits they dug are quite deep, so there is no need to worry too much.
He is a worrier and will always feel uneasy if he doesn't read it once.
Before the rainy season, everyone would get together after dinner to work or do things before the sun sets. Now that it has started to rain, there is not much work to do and it is not so busy, so everyone goes back to their own rooms to rest.
Ji Lang went to the toilet, and when he came back he found Xiao Man squatting on the ground, not knowing what he was doing, and muttering, "You better behave yourself, don't make as much noise as last time."
"What are you mumbling about?" Ji Lang leaned over and asked him.
Then I saw two kittens squatting in front of Xiaoman, shaking their little heads. They were now half-grown cats, grown up, and the blue film in their eyes had receded, leaving them black. They looked a bit silly and cute.
Xiaoman stood up, hugged Jilang's legs and acted coquettishly, "Father, it's so cold outside, can we let meow and the kittens stay indoors?"
Ji Lang looked up at the sky... no, towards the top of the cave. He didn't want to. These guys were so annoying. They ran around in the house at night and were so noisy. The kittens were not like this when they were young. Why did these two kittens behave like this? They must have inherited their father's behavior.
This father is so irresponsible. The two kittens are so big now, but he has never shown up.
Knowing that Ji Lang thought the kittens were too noisy, he said, "Father, don't worry, I've already told them, they won't make any noise." He stared at Ji Lang with his round eyes, just like the two kittens squatting on the ground.
"Where are the kittens? Are they the only two?" Ji Lang looked around on the ground and on the shelves, but didn't see any kittens.
Xiaoman came to the kang. He was short and couldn't see, so he could only step up a ladder and point to the quilt at the corner of the kang. "It's there."
Ji Lang looked over and saw a small bulge.
The mother has already chosen a location, and the cat has a good memory. It huddled there during the last cold season. When it goes out, it will be covered with snow, and when the snow melts, it will be wet when it squats there. Ji Lang even made a bamboo cat bed for it, and covered it with fur, which is also very warm. However, this guy is picky and doesn't live there often.
Just take it out now and give it to the two kittens.
"Then you have to help me keep an eye on them and not let them make the kang dirty, okay?" Ji Lang said.
Xiaoman nodded, "I understand, Father."
These two kittens also have tabby fur, but one of them is a lighter color. Their four little paws are white, and they look furry and seem to feel very good.
Ji Lang grabbed a small melon seed and touched it. The kitten struggled a few times and pulled away, but fortunately its nails did not show to scratch people.
I don’t know if it’s because it’s cold but their fur has stood up and they look round. To be honest, Ji Lang doesn’t want to let them get out in the rain and get cold.
"Father, do you think we should give these two kittens names?" Xiaoman also climbed onto the kang and came to the kittens' nest. He reached out to touch the kittens. The two little things were cooperating very well at this moment. Ji Lang felt jealous again.
"Get up, one is called the ungrateful one, and the other is called the treacherous one." He said hatefully.
Xiaoman scratched his head. This name was so strange. What should he do if he couldn't remember it? "Father, I think Simao and Wumao are better."
His idea was very simple. If the family had big, small, and small amounts, then there should be forty, fifty, and sixty cents.
Ji Lang: "...It's not impossible."
The names of the two kittens were decided in this way.
Xiaoman played with the two of them for a while before getting off the kang to wash her face.
In fact, it was still early and not time to go to bed. If it hadn't rained, the sun should still be visible. Ji Lang sat on the ground, grinding the bank card he had swiped with sandpaper, intending to polish off the pictures and words on it and use it to make playing cards.
Xiaoman finished washing her face, her hands were still wet, and she came over to help. Ji Lang pointed at the towel and facial oil on the shelf and said, "Go dry your face and apply some oil."
When the weather gets cold, children's skin is tender and more susceptible to frostbite. Last cold season, Xiaoman and Chuan both had chapped faces, so they have to be more careful this time.
Qingjiu went to the next yard to help polish the millstone. They were busy before and had not had time to pound the large stones they had brought back. Now it would take some time and effort to prepare these large stones for the millstone. Qingjiu and Guoqi were strong, so they came to help with this.
Before, Dashu and Dayan used stone mortars to grind pumpkin flour and corn flour, or they went to Jilang and his team to grind it and then carried it back. Now we have given them two mortars, and they can grind grain in their own yard.
When Qingjiu came back, the yard was quiet. Several dogs were huddled in their kennels. When they heard it was them, they didn't even come out to look.
"You're back?" Ji Lang turned around when he heard the noise, and Qing Jiu lifted the curtain and came in.
A gust of wind blew over, and the two people squatting on the ground with dirty hands couldn't help but shiver, "It's so cold."
This familiar cold wind makes it feel like it’s going to snow in a few days.
"Are you done over there?" Ji Lang asked Qing Jiu. It was still raining and his clothes were wet, so he wanted to hang them up to dry.
Qing Jiu hung up his clothes and wiped his face with a towel. "Not yet. I have to do it tomorrow. The stones they brought back are big." When Qing Jiu first saw the two big stones, he didn't think that they were going to be used as stone mills. After all, they looked like they were going to be used as dining tables.
I don’t know how to get it back, and I’m not afraid of hitting my own people.
Ji Lang also thought of those big rocks and laughed, "Indeed, those rocks are so big, it will probably take you a long time to break them open."
"You've been running around outside all day and now you're still working when you come back. You must be very tired today. Hurry up and take a shower and go to bed." Ji Lang also got up, fetched some water and washed his hands with Xiaoman.
Since he was not covered with a thick quilt, he was not cold, but it took a while to warm up. Ji Lang got into Qing Jiu's bed without any hesitation. This person had a high body temperature and was like a furnace all the time. At first he thought that this person had a fever, but later he realized that his body temperature was just a little higher than his.
He sighed contentedly, it was warm enough for him to have a good sleep.