"By the way, aren't you going to say go out? Where are you going? ”

Seeing Jiang Qingling muttering like this, Yang Yanwen only thought she was very cute, and at this moment, Yang Yanwen smiled at her diverted gaze, "Where do I want to go out, it's just an excuse to let Li Xing'er leave quickly." ”

So that's it!

Jiang Qinglime met his gaze and smiled lightly.

Four bags of corn cobs with almost no corn kernels, the two of them broke them after lunch, borrowed the scales at Meng Guangshan's house and weighed them, and only twenty catties of corn kernels were harvested in one acre and six cents, that is to say, only enough seeds to be recovered.

However, these twenty catties of corn kernels are enough to eat for a while.

After piling up the corn stalks and stuffing the corn cobs behind the kitchen stove, Jiang Qingling took the time to borrow a hoe and turned over the open space in the yard, planning to wait two days to plant cabbage and radishes.

After the autumn harvest, the weather is still a little hot, but when it is hot, it is only in the middle of the morning to half of the afternoon, and it will be cooler in the evening.

The wind blows the poplar leaves together, and there are many insects in the autumn night, and it is noisy at night.

Nowadays, there is nothing to do, and the children in the village also like to run out to play in the evening, although this year's autumn harvest is greatly unsatisfactory, but the village is still relatively happy.

After another two days, Yang Yanfu came to him and said that he wanted to give them the one acre and six points of land to plow first, but the day after he finished speaking, the sky changed and it rained heavily.

Located in the Central Plains, the eighth month of the lunar calendar is the rainiest season of the year, and the rain will be endless. The rain was not light, it had been falling for three days, and there were signs of stopping.

The green weeds in the pit were washed ashore, and the stagnant water had spread to the pit and continued to rise. In the morning, Yang Yanwu braved the rain to bring them a basket of crucian carp and loaches.

These fish flow from a pit on high ground to a pit on low ground, and when a pit is dug between the two pits to connect them, fish will scurry along the pit.

Yang Yanwu's fishing matter, the Yang family didn't know, it had rained in the past few days, and he was not taken seriously at home, so even if he didn't show up, no one would look for him.

Jiang Qinglime left him to eat, stewed the fish in a pot at noon, and after the stew, he sent a bowl to Meng Guangshan next door.

After living next door for ten days, Jiang Qingling heard that Meng Guangshan's wife died in childbirth, and he lived alone with two children.

There is a saying that a child without a mother is like a grass.

Meng Guangshan is a rough person again, Jiang Qingling looks at the two children pitiful, and they are all neighbors, but he will take more care of them on weekdays.

"The river is almost full of rain now, and I've heard that the rain here isn't the heaviest. Behold, if it rains for another day or two, the house will begin to flood. ”

Sending the fish soup over, Meng Guangshan chatted with Jiang Qinglime about the current situation.

It was originally an ordinary two sentences, but Jiang Qingling put it in her heart, poured the fish soup, and she went back with the bowl.

When she got back into the house, she picked up a shovel and put another layer of dirt on the doorway.

"Xianggong, I want to go back to Sanjiang later, I can't rest assured of the third uncle and three aunts."

Jiang Qi and Xie lived by the river.

It is estimated that the water has already come up by now.

What if it rains heavily elsewhere, what if there is a sudden flood from above?