Farming Space: The Lucky and Lovely Lady Come to Farm

Chapter 40 Death must be done at home

There were more and more people along the way, and it didn’t take long for everyone to arrive at the open space in front of the ancestral hall.

The village chief sat in front of the ancestral hall, frowning and smoking a cigarette.

Many people ran to ask, "Village chief, why did you call everyone here?"

The village chief lowered his head and said, "Go, go, I'll talk about it later when everyone is here."

Everyone was idle and bored, and started chatting. The most talked about thing was the drought this year. Several families in the village who were in poor conditions had long been out of food, and they could only survive by looking for wild vegetables in the back mountains.

 Everyone is sighing, this is not a good life.

Seeing that the open space was densely packed with people, the village chief shouted, "Are everyone here?"

 Everyone responded in a mixed manner: "We're here."

“Village chief, you always have something to say, and you have to go back to cook.”

The village chief puffed his pipe a few times and said, "Quiet, quiet!"

 “Next, what I want to say is very important, please don’t make any noise.”

The crowd quieted down, and the village chief climbed onto a stool and waved his hand, "Folks, this year's drought has reached this point, and life is difficult for everyone."

“What I want to tell everyone is that this drought is not something that will happen this year. I’m afraid there will be two more years!”

The crowd immediately went crazy, "Two more years? We won't be able to survive this year, and there will be another drought next year, and the whole family will starve to death."

“I’m afraid the village chief is not talking nonsense. I have lived for decades and have never seen a severe drought for three consecutive years.”

Someone shouted, "Village chief, you said there will be another two years of drought. How did you know?"

The village chief picked up the tobacco pole and knocked it hard a few times, "How do I know? My ancestors gave it to me in a dream!"

"believe it or not!"

Last night, Gu Laoer showed him the Book of Heaven. It clearly stated that there was a three-year drought in the five northern counties. He was also knowledgeable about the paper on which the Book of Heaven was written. He had never seen that kind of paper. It was strong and light in texture. It's dense and doesn't look like something from the British Dynasty.

 He ​​and Gu Zhang had agreed that this heavenly book should not be exposed. If the government knew about it, they would be arrested and put in prison immediately.

 It can only be said to be a dream entrusted by the ancestors.

 “Quiet, quiet, I haven’t finished speaking yet!” the village chief shouted at the top of his lungs.

“Yesterday, my distant nephew came over and told me the news that the drought is not limited to our county, but also affects the five surrounding counties!”

 “What, so many places were affected?”

"real or fake?"

Few people really know this news, mainly because transportation is underdeveloped in this era, let alone communication tools.

Those with some knowledge immediately thought in their minds that if the affected area is large, the food shortage will be huge. Even if food can be transported from the south, the price of food will probably rise!

Have to go and stock up on food quickly.

The village chief stood on a stool and shouted at the top of his lungs: "This is the situation. Our village is relatively wealthy, and most families can barely feed themselves. I heard that several families in the next village have already fled the famine."

“I called everyone here today to tell you that my family and Gu Lao’er’s family have agreed to leave and go to the south.”

“Everyone who wants to leave should go together and have someone to look after him on the way. Otherwise, if we run out of food, we will be so hungry that we won’t even have the strength to go on the road.”

After the village chief finished speaking, everyone could no longer hold back, and some shouted, "I won't leave. Our ancestors have been living here for generations. If people leave their hometown and are humble, there is no place for us to live outside!"

"That is, it is a good thing to escape from famine. My grandfather escaped from famine. Four of the eight members of his family died on the road."

The old man said stubbornly: "If I don't leave, I will die at home."

 (End of this chapter)