Changping Village.

"Boom!"

"Kacha!"

"Crash la la la..."

During lunch, the sky suddenly turned black with dark clouds and strong winds.

The beautiful day suddenly turned into night in a short period of time.

The rumble of thunder rumbled overhead, like the wheels of an ancient chariot rolling over it over and over again.

The green lightning is like a dense snake, entangled in the thick black clouds, swallowing the scarlet core, as if the angry god is about to send punishment to the world.

It was like a big hole had been opened in the sky, and the rain was pouring down from the head.

The rubble fell on the roof, making a loud banging sound. It fell into the yard, and rainwater immediately flowed across the bluestone floor.

The chickens and ducks that were still playing outside and looking for food were so frightened that they hid in the nearest corner or under a tree. The hen spread her wings to protect her chicks.

The rooster's comb was drooped, and it squatted there with its wings hanging down. It tilted its head and looked around with its small eyes dripping, looking like a drowned rat.

In the hall, Wang Cuilian was so frightened that she quickly got up and closed the windows and doors.

Blacksmith Luo was also busy looking for candles.

Yang Ruoqing put down her chopsticks, stood up and came to a place near the door, looking at the thunderstorm outside and feeling secretly worried.

In such bad weather, I don’t know whether Tang Yazi is in the camp or still outdoors at the moment?

If he is in the mountains, I hope he can be smart and find a cave to hide first. The rain... is really too heavy.

I also hope that he will not pass by some sloping mountains in such weather to prevent the danger of mudslides caused by heavy rains...

When Wang Cuilian closed the door and window, she caught a glimpse of the chickens and ducks in the yard outside. She couldn't bear it and subconsciously opened the door to drive the chickens and ducks back to the cages in the backyard.

Yang Ruoqing quickly stopped her.

"Mom, it's best not to go out when there's thunder and lightning, it's dangerous."

Wang Cuilian said anxiously: "I'm afraid those twenty or so chickens will be washed away by the rain. It's okay. I'll go and come back."

Yang Ruoqing stepped forward and took Wang Cuilian's hand: "Auntie, the hens are guarding them, and they are all hiding under the corner, so they can't rush away."

To put it bluntly, even if he was really washed away, there would be nothing he could do.

There are flashes of lightning, thunder, and heavy rain outside. What if you go out to catch chickens and ducks and get struck by lightning?

The rain was so fierce and the bluestone was slippery. What should I do if I fell over while running too fast in a panic?

The lesser of two evils, in this case it is better to take care of your own safety first.

Wang Cuilian looked at the chickens and ducks in the yard. Those were all her hard work. Things had changed so quickly before. She was too busy collecting clothes and shoes to catch the chickens.

Besides, the chickens and ducks were previously allowed to roam freely and look for food in the grass. Even if they wanted to, it would be difficult to chase them away.

Unexpectedly, these beasts were very smart. When it rained, they ran out from all corners, gathered together, and hid in corners and under big trees under the leadership of the big rooster.

It's just that one was so wet in the rain that it couldn't open its eyes, and it made me feel distressed just to look at it.

No matter how distressed Wang Cuilian was, Yang Ruoqing refused to let her go out.

Blacksmith Luo lit the lamp, and the room became bright again. The light temporarily dispelled everyone's fear of this terrible natural force.

"Listen to Qing'er and don't go out. Daping was struck to death by lightning back then!"

Blacksmith Luo came directly over and pulled Wang Cuilian back.

Although Wang Cuilian no longer insisted on going out, she still muttered worriedly, "It was the middle of the summer in Daping, and the thunder and lightning back then could hurt people. It's not like this time, when it's almost the beginning of winter."

Blacksmith Luo stared: "Women's opinion! That thunder and lightning can hurt people no matter what time it is."

"Think about it, how could the fire on the stove not hurt anyone?"

Wang Cuilian was immediately asked.

Yang Ruoqing closed the door of the hall tightly and returned to the dining table, "Aunt, uncle is right. Let's continue eating. The rain comes quickly and will go away quickly. Maybe after dinner, the rain will stop.

Stopped."

Lunch was very sumptuous.

Wang Cuilian killed a chicken, chopped it into large pieces, stir-fried it in a wok using the same procedure as braised chicken, then added ginger and soy sauce to color it.

Then put it together with the soaked mushrooms in a ceramic pot, add water to cover the chicken pieces, add an appropriate amount of salt, then put it on the clay stove and simmer it for half an hour.

Dude, because it is chicken, it is tender and cannot be simmered for too long. If it is too long, the meat will easily fall apart.

After less than half an hour, the soup remained in a shallow layer at the bottom of the earthenware pot, and it was so viscous that it could become stringy.

The chicken nuggets at this time are not to mention how fragrant they are. The meat is soft but not loose. Pick up a piece and look at it with chopsticks. You will see the trembling chicken leg meat and the chicken skin hanging on it. It is covered with soup and is crystal clear.

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Take one bite, oh my god, it's so delicious that your tongue will swallow it.

For a foodie like Yang Ruoqing, she would never touch chicken stew, old hen soup, or chicken skin from ground pot chicken.

As for the chicken simmered in a clay pot in front of her, not to mention the chicken skin, the chicken bones were even crispy. She could eat it with her eyes closed and still have endless aftertaste.

However, that was the meal before the heavy rain. When I closed the doors and windows again, lit the candles, and ate again with the sound of thunderstorm outside, my appetite was reduced by most.

Why?

Because I have something on my mind.

What is that thing?

Of course it’s still Luo Fengtang.

With such bad weather, I wish my family were all around me, staying in the same room, not going anywhere, and feeling at ease.

Otherwise, the ancients would not have written that kind of poem: Why should we cut the candles from the western window together and talk about the rainy night in Bashan?

“I don’t know if Tangyazi is taking shelter from the rain right now.”

Yang Ruoqing absentmindedly took a few mouthfuls of food, turned her eyes, and found that the uncle and aunt in front of her were also preoccupied and distracted.

The aunt is probably still wondering whether her chickens and ducks will be washed away by the rain, while the uncle's brows are furrowed like a rope that cannot be untied. What is the reason for this?

"Uncle, don't worry about Mao Pond. Last time Tang Yazi led people to heighten and strengthen the surrounding ponds and dams,"

Yang Ruoqing comforted Blacksmith Luo very considerately, "This rain shouldn't last long, and the water in Mao Pond will not rise."

There was a flood in June, and all the fish and shrimp in the pond disappeared, causing heavy losses.

If this happened again in the second half of the year, a tough guy like my uncle, who was born in the iron industry, would probably shed tears.

Blacksmith Luo nodded and gave Yang Ruoqing a bitter smile, "Well, I'm not worried. Eat, eat!"

He picked up the bowl, lowered his head and started to pull.

Yang Ruoqing was wondering, her comfort didn't seem to go far enough?

Isn't the uncle worried about the fish pond?

If not, then why is he worried?

After eating two portions of lunch in a long time, the second half was really tasteless, and the three of them were worried about it.
Chapter completed!