Mind reading, taking the rental house through the whole village crying

Chapter 290 It’s raining heavily

"Oh, our Fubao also knows Leigong and Dianmu. It seems that Fubao was really a fairy in his previous life. I just don't know what our Fubao is responsible for in the sky? Is he weaving clouds and colorful clouds, or planting flowers and grass?"

Sun Pingmei's eyes lit up.

She made a bold guess.

I kept fantasizing about it in my mind, but unfortunately, my chubby little niece could not be associated with the incredibly beautiful fairy.

I don’t know if there are any restaurants in the fairy world. Maybe my niece is a cook in a restaurant.

The more I think about it, the more exaggerated it becomes.

Sun Pingmei's eyes were dull and her thoughts drifted away until she was pulled back by her mother-in-law's voice.

"Okay, why are you asking so many questions? Let Eryong come over and take away the bamboo tubes and bamboo sticks from the ox cart. Siyin, go and light the stove."

After assigning tasks to her sons, Zhang Jinlan took her granddaughter's hand and went in.

No matter whether my granddaughter was a fairy in her previous life.

He will be Zhang Jinlan’s little baby for the rest of his life.

As long as she is alive, she will always protect her granddaughter.

The grandparents and grandchildren looked at each other.

Jiang Fubao held his head high and smiled with his eyes curved.

Today, Jiang's snack shop was as busy as before. During the afternoon break, Zhang Jinlan went to the grain store to buy some food and had it delivered to her door.

Not much to buy.

It simply filled up a room in the backyard of the shop.

But Jiangjia Village is different.

Two days had already passed, and the half who had not rushed to harvest were almost laughing at and crying those who had harvested early.

As a result, these people dare not even leave their homes.

"Grandpa, what if it doesn't rain? Will you blame my sister?" Jiang Tongji lay on his grandfather's knees, his chubby face full of worry.

"No, Grandpa believed Fubao. If anyone is to blame for this, it's Grandpa, not Fubao. After all, she only had a dream that rain was bad for us, and Fenghuang happened to say the same thing.

So Grandpa will take this responsibility, and it has nothing to do with Fubao. When your sister comes back, you can’t say this. Fubao is smart, and she will think too much when she hears this, and she will be unhappy. "

Jiang Shoujia touched his grandson's head and spoke in a gentle tone.

"Well, I won't tell you. As long as Grandpa doesn't blame Fubao, it's fine. She likes to cry, and I don't want my sister to cry."

Jiang Tongji breathed a sigh of relief and felt relieved.

He jumped and skipped to play with his younger brothers and sisters.

If Jiang Fubao were here, she would find that Jiang Tongji is much more lively now than when she first came here.

There is truth in the saying that children from poor families have to grow up early.

The rain didn't come after all.

In the afternoon, the Jiang family's ox cart returned to the village.

Greeting the gazes of many people.

Everyone was laughing at them.

Zhang Jinlan pretended not to see it.

She hugged her granddaughter close and patted her back gently.

Jiang Fubao's originally anxious heart suddenly calmed down.

Yes, if it didn’t come down, then it didn’t come down.

It didn't delay anything. At worst, I could just buy more bamboo tubes later to compensate those villagers who listened to my grandfather.

It's not worth it to not eat well or sleep well for such a small thing.

Once she figured it out, she relaxed.

Tonight, grandma bought some meat. It was fresh pork that had been slaughtered this morning. She put it directly in a basin and hung it in the well.

This won't go bad.

Cut into thin slices, add chili peppers, and stir-fry the spicy pork belly.

Add loofah and egg soup, as well as the cold cucumber and stir-fried seasonal vegetables that are commonly eaten in summer.

Tonight's meal is ready.

The whole family huddled in the yard, holding their bowls and wolfing down the food.

Jiang Fubao was shaking his head while eating and his legs couldn't help swinging.

"Fubao, isn't it spicy?" The peppers today seemed particularly spicy. Even Qian Xile, who loved spicy food the most, gasped because of the spiciness.

"It's not spicy!" Jiang Fubao's face turned red.

In order to save face, she would rather die than say it was not spicy.

But in the next second, he picked up the bowl of soup and took a big gulp.

"Hey, didn't Fubao say it wasn't spicy? Why did you suddenly drink the soup?" Jiang Tongjin raised his eyebrows and teased.

"I, I'm thirsty! Thirsty!"

Jiang Fubao continued to be stubborn.

A real girl is not afraid of spicy food!

She just refused to admit it.

The adults all smiled and said nothing, and did not expose her.

Jiang Meng and Jiang Cheng, who were sitting at the table next to them, had already started eating their second bowl of food.

They hadn't enjoyed such good food in the past few decades.

This is refined rice, and some masters are reluctant to eat it for every meal.

But they can eat one bowl after another until they are full.

In addition, the Jiang family was always laughing and talking, so the two of them felt happy just listening to them and ate even more happily.

It stands to reason that feeding servants with refined rice and meat is indeed too luxurious, but although the Jiang family is stingy and selfish, Jiang Meng and Jiang Cheng have signed a death contract. Unless there are any accidents, they will not leave the Jiang family until they die. In this way, even if they are most of the Jiang family, it is okay for them to eat the same food.

What's more, Zhang Jinlan is quite satisfied with these two guys.

Although he eats a lot, he is also very hardworking and never complains.

The two of them no longer have any relatives in this world.

When dealing with these poor people, she gave them all the little kindness left in her heart.

The atmosphere in the yard is very warm.

But when he was halfway through eating, Jiang Fubao suddenly felt a chill on his head.

"Patta, patta——" accompanied by a sound like water dripping.

"Which stinky bird shit on my head——"

Jiang Fubao bared his teeth, raised his head and cursed, not even thinking about the rain.

However, the next second after she finished scolding, she felt a chill on her face.

"Oh no, it's raining. Hurry, move the table to the main room so the food doesn't get wet."

The rain seemed to understand what people say.

As Zhang Jinlan's voice fell.

The rain got much heavier.

When we arrived at the main hall.

Everyone's body was more or less damp.

They protected the food and continued eating without caring about their clothes.

The rain outside is getting heavier.

There is no sign of stopping.

Fortunately, they put the brown rice on the wooden racks and dug the ditches in the afternoon.

The yard was flooded, but the water was not deep and did not reach over the threshold. Instead, it flowed out through a hole in the corner.

"Fortunately, the rain is not too heavy. Once it stops, it won't delay the autumn harvest."

Jiang Siyin's mouth looked as if it had been blessed.

In just one second, there was a crackling sound outside.

Jiang Fubao no longer had any appetite.

Her round eyes were wide open.

Oh my god.

This is not raining, it's hail!

Who is so kind that it hails in the middle of summer?

And they were not small. The ice beads on the ground were as big as her eyes.

Even the roof was smashed with a loud bang.

Fortunately, a new house was built.

The roof is covered with straw for insulation.

It can block some of the gravity and prevent hail from hitting the tiles and breaking them.

But any bigger and it's useless.

Fortunately, God didn't want her to be killed by the roof.

The hail remained the same size as an eye and just kept falling.