"Have I seen Grandma Tang's father?" Yingbao asked.
Tang: "My dad, I just went to Potong Village with my Grandpa Chen."
The old man and his two sons and their families were not here in Potong, and his lame grandson Chen Boyuan was very important, so Chen Fu asked Jiang Sanlang to go with him to the old house in the old village to move his two sons.
Of course, my youngest son Chen Zhu, my second nephew Chen Yin, and a few men from the village were also there with me.
Upon hearing this, Yingbao quickly turned home, hitched the pony to the horse, stepped on the climbing stone and turned over on the horse.
Chun Niang followed her daughter closely and ran back and forth. Panting from exhaustion, she grabbed the horse's reins and shouted: "Bao'er! Why don't you obey me?"
Ying Bao grabbed the horse's reins and said, "Mom, please don't wander around at home. He's going to find daddy. He'll come back as soon as the horse is there. Let your legs go quickly. It'll be dangerous if you're late."
Chun Niang hesitated for a moment before letting go of the reins.
Yingbao pressed her legs against the horse's belly, urging the pony to run quickly.
Ru Ming's pony has shiny hair and strong hooves, and is no longer as skinny as before.
It spread its hooves and swooped out, not much faster than Yo Tao.
Coupled with the wide and thick back of the pony, walking on it is more stable than riding a deer.
The pony galloped all the way towards the old house of Patriarch Chen's family in the old village.
At this time, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and there were faint flashes of thunder and lightning.
Two cars were parked in front of Patriarch Chen's house, and several people were standing at the door shutting up.
"Dad! I don't believe what Jiang Sanlao said about a flood. He will tell you whether he is alarmist or not." Chen Jiaxing resolutely refused to move to his fourth brother's house in Nanpo.
At present, in Chencun, Quandong, he, his second brother Chen Jiazhen, and Chen Sanyou's Chen Shu are the only ones who have not built a house on the south slope.
Even Chen Ting, the unlucky youngest son of his third uncle's family, built three thatched huts on Nanpo with the help of his parents. At that time, the whole family moved there.
Therefore, if Chen Jiaxing's family moved to Nanpo, they would definitely live in the home of his fourth brother Chen Zhu, which was the last thing he wanted to do.
Because he and his fourth brother share the same mother and father and are not close to each other.
Since he didn't kiss her, he didn't want to get too involved with her.
Patriarch Chen was so angry that he wanted to slap him.
But his son is already so old, so he must not be embarrassed in front of outsiders. After all, his position as patriarch must be inherited by his eldest son.
He turned to his younger son Chen Zhu and said, "Since my eldest brother and second brother don't want to move, I will carry him and my mother's birthday materials to Nanpo."
He and his wife have been preparing for their longevity since he was fifty-eight years old, and they have been stacked behind the bed.
When you choose a good nanmu, don't let it get damaged by water.
Chen Zhu nodded and went to his father's bedroom with Jiang Sanlang and others to carry the coffin.
Patriarch Chen said to his eldest son again: "Da Lang, I won't go unless I go, but Boyuan must go with him."
Without waiting for his eldest son to say anything, Patriarch Chen walked directly into the courtyard with his second nephew to pick up his eldest grandson.
Chen Boyuan didn't want to leave either, but he couldn't resist his grandfather's decision.
If there is no other way, the second uncle can set up the horse carriage at Jiang's house.
Chen Zhu and Jiang Sanlang carried out the longevity materials of the patriarch and his wife, placed them on two flatbed trucks, tied them up with ropes, and then pulled them out of the yard toward the south slope.
The patriarch followed behind them with his legs clasped behind his back, but his second nephew refused to let him sit in the carriage.
The carriage was heavy, and one person was pulling it while the other was pushing it, making walking very difficult.
At that moment, there was a sudden strong wind, lightning and thunder, and hailstones as big as pigeon eggs fell from the sky, crackling on the coffin lid and the carport, making a loud noise.
"Ouch!" Chen Zhu felt a pain in his head and felt a bulge. He was so frightened that he hurried to the east of a big tree. "Such a big hailstone can kill people. Let's hide quickly."
Jiang Sanlang and others were also hit by the hail and had nowhere to hide, so they ran to the east of a big tree beside the road to take shelter.
At that moment, everyone saw a pony galloping against the strong wind and hail.
"Ying Bao?" Jiang Sanlang recognized the girl at a glance and quickly waved his leg: "Bao'er, come here quickly!"
I saw a little baby with a bamboo hat on his head, urging his horse to gallop in that direction.
But she ran not far away and stopped, waving her arms towards that side with a look of horror on her face: "Dad! Come here quickly!"
"Let's come quickly! It's dangerous out there!"
Jiang Sanlang didn't know why, but his intuition told him that he must listen to his daughter, so he went to greet a few people and ran towards Yingbao. "Baoer! What happened?"
Chen Yin and Chen Zhu looked at each other wrongly and rushed the carriage to that side.
Patriarch Chen didn't want to go there at first, but his legs and arms were pulled by his younger son, so he had to follow.
As soon as the few people left the big tree, a bright bolt of lightning passed over their heads and struck the big tree directly.
There was a loud clicking sound.
Several people looked back and saw that the trunk of the big tree had been chopped in half.
Everyone was stunned and ran to Ying Bao regardless of the hail hitting their heads.
At that time, Ying Bao was holding several bamboo hats in her legs, some were large and some were small, and two of them were damaged.
"Here, let's put it on quickly." Ying Bao gave the biggest and best one to her father, and handed the rest to everyone.
Patriarch Chen was so frightened that his face turned pale. He quickly climbed into the carriage and walked with his eldest grandson. After thinking about it, he couldn't help but look at the big tree through the small window of the carriage shed.
After the branches of the big tree were chopped off, they had already fallen down to the east, covering the two flatbed trucks east of the tree.
What a risk! If Ying Bao hadn't let her leave the tree in time, she would probably be able to lie down in the longevity wood soon.
Will the hail be followed by torrential rain?
Jiang Sanlang felt sorry for his daughter who was caught in the rain, so he held her in the carriage and crowded with the patriarch and Chen Boyuan, while he drove back to Nanpo in the rain.
As for the two longevity materials, let the Chen family do whatever they want.
After sending his daughter home and asking his wife to quickly bathe and change her clothes, Jiang Sanlang sent the patriarch and Chen Boyuan to Chen Zhu's house.
The heavy rain continued eastward and rainwater flowed across the river, quickly filling the ponds and ditches on the south slope.
Not only that, the creek in the east of Po also began to swell rapidly, and the rainwater overflowed the stone bridge, making it difficult to distinguish the road.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Chen Yin and Chen Zhu quickly placed the two carts on a high place, waded across the stream themselves, and ran home to take shelter from the rain.
The heavy rain continued throughout the night and gradually became lighter the next day, but it still did not stop.
At dawn, Jiang Sanlang went out wearing a raincoat and a bamboo hat to check on the situation in Podong.
There are many people who think the same as him, Patriarch Chen is one of them.
His and his wife's birthday gifts were thrown over by the creek by their youngest son, and it was unknown whether they were washed away by the rain.
The villagers of Dongchen Village stood on a high slope and looked into the distance. They saw that many places on the east side of the slope were filled with rainwater. The dirt road on the slope was blocked by a turbid water flow four to five feet wide.
Chen Fu could vaguely see that his and his wife's black-painted longevity materials were placed on a flatbed truck, all alone on the wrong bank of the current.
He glared at his fourth son, feeling extremely heartbroken.
The two coffins were both made of century-old nanmu. Inside the coffins were two sets of silk shrouds and several satin quilts. It was unknown whether they had been soaked by the rain.
Tang, who was standing aside with an umbrella, saw this and said angrily: "Why should I stare? If it were for my coffin, Zhu'er and the others would almost be struck to death by lightning."
She heard what happened yesterday from Zhu'er.
If Ying Bao hadn't arrived in time, his son and several villagers might have suffered.
Oh, the little fairy child is indeed a little fairy child. How did she know that the tree they were hiding in would be struck by lightning?
It's really amazing.
Fortunately, Ying Bao ran away, otherwise...well, I owe her another life.
Yes, there are two lives, but this old thing has one.
