But when I ran outside, I realized that the house at home had not collapsed. What was the name of the child's father? He looked next door and asked, "Hey, why is the house gone?"

It turned out that the Xiang family's house collapsed. Goudanniang suppressed her joy. It was such a cold day that the house collapsed. What a happy thing.

A gust of cold wind blew by, making Goudan Niang almost turn into a popsicle. She quickly pulled Goudan into the house, put on her cotton-padded clothes, and also helped Goudan get dressed up.

Goudan Daddy had already run to the wall and stood up. At a glance, he saw that the Xiang family's house was in ruins, and the Xiang family were all standing in the yard in a daze.

"Uncle, why did your house collapse? It's cold today, why don't you come to my house to warm yourself up?" Goudan Daddy said.

"Thank you for the invitation, but no, Ji Xiang, please take Xiangchu to the homes of the village chief and the village chief to tell us that our house has collapsed and we need to go live here in Ping'an in the county first." Mr. Xiang said.

Jixiang took Xiangchu and ran out. Mr. Xiang handed Fubao to Fugui's wife and asked her to take a few young children to the cowshed to escape the cold. The others took farm tools and went to look for anything else that could be pulled.

come out.

Grandma Xiang found a few candles from the firewood shed and lit them. According to their memory, they first pulled out a few quilts, while the sister-in-law specialized in the kitchen. She knew that there were not only pots but dozens of kilograms of whole grains in the kitchen.

Fortunately, all the fine grain and meat in my mother's house were given to my younger brother and sister-in-law's family. Otherwise, such a heavy roof fell down and the rice vat was smashed.

Fugui put the quilt he pulled out into the oxcart, first helped Grandma Xiang up, then handed the Fu Bao to Grandma Xiang, then hugged Xiangqian and Xiangjiao into the oxcart, and quickly closed the door.

The village chief and village chief also rushed over. The villagers' houses collapsed. If anyone was injured, they would have to report it. Fortunately, everyone in the old man's family was fine.

"Uncle, it's too cold today. We can't stay outside. Why don't you go to my house first and squeeze in. When spring comes, we can build the house again," the village chief said.

"That's right, why don't you go to the village chief's house first and squeeze in, we don't have a few months anyway." The head of the village also said with a smile.

The village chief secretly rolled his eyes, your house is so big, why don't you go to your house and squeeze in? It's really shameless as you get older.

"Thank you, village chief. I want to take my family to the county. Ping An should have a place to live in the county. Let's go and squeeze in. When spring starts, I will come back to discuss the house with you." Mr. Xiang said.

The village chief saw that he couldn't keep Mr. Xiang, so he didn't try to persuade him. There were more than a dozen people in the family, and it really couldn't be squeezed in. What about the food rations for so many people?

"By the way, Uncle Hanlin, it's getting late now. Come back during the day tomorrow and see if you can dig out anything. You must know that a pot is paid for with money. I will let people watch." The village chief said.

Mr. Xiang nodded repeatedly, knowing in his heart that Fu Bao had put away all the valuable things, but breaking up a family was worth millions, and even a stitch and a thread were hard-earned.

After hearing this, the chief's eyes flashed, he turned to look at his son, and then pretended to say goodbye to Mr. Xiang and the others, "Let's go quickly so that I can work more conveniently."

The oxcart was quite large, and the elder sister-in-law and the wealthy wife and several children also got on it, but the old man sat in front, wanting to give up his seat to Xiangchu.

"Dad, you sit in the back. I've seen it. The bullock cart is big and can hold two or three people. You and Xiangchu get on it quickly. Jixiang and I will sit in the front."

Fugui helped the old man get into the cart, while Jixiang put the things he pulled out into the basket and fixed them firmly to the roof of the cart with hemp ropes.

The old man nodded, waved to the village chief and others, and got on the bullock cart. The chief looked at the strong bison and the wide bullock cart, and his eyes showed envy again.

"The Hanlin family's little bison grows up really fast. They are less than a year old. They are quite strong. You can see how easy it is to pull such a big bullock cart."

"You can ask your son to go to the mountains to catch one, and then Jixiang will make you an ox cart for free." The village chief said with a smile.

Li Chang: "..." Can I still speak properly?

"It's such a cold day, let's go back." The village chief waved his sleeves and walked towards his yard. The village chief looked at the collapsed ruins and then at the village chief who left, and it was hard to make a choice for a moment.

Stay, it's too cold, leave. I guess the guy in charge will come and look through things secretly. He glanced at Goudan Daddy and couldn't help but smile.

"Goudan's family, you live next door to Uncle Hanlin. Please be alert at night and report any trouble. I believe the Hanlin family will definitely thank you."

"Village chief, this..."

Goudan Daddy was a little hesitant. Everyone knows that there are good things hidden under the ruins. If it were for other things, he would definitely be obliged to do it, but with the look in his face just now, it was obvious that he wanted to strike first.

Seeing the Goudan family's hesitation, the village chief looked a little unhappy. He didn't know how much advantage their family had taken from Uncle Hanlin's family, and he was unwilling to help even with this small favor.

"Dad, let's go back, I have something to tell you." Xiangyang, the village chief's eldest son, said.

The village chief nodded, glared at Goudan Daddy, turned around and followed his son home.

"Jixiang told me to leave the ruins alone. What do you mean?" the village chief asked involuntarily when he heard his son tell him to leave the ruins alone.

"How do I know, Jixiang just said this and nothing else." Xiangyang also felt strange.

"Okay, just leave it alone and go to sleep." The village chief was heartbroken and went back to his house to sleep. But he ran out again after a while. He thought of something.

"Xiangyang, light two oily seeds and follow me for a walk, look at the other households in the village, and remind them to clear the snow, otherwise there will be no place to go if it collapses."

Xiangyang sighed, put on a thick cotton hat and gloves, and followed his village elder out of the house. But the village elder thought too late. In just a short time, the roofs of eight or nine households in the village collapsed.

Already.

They were not as lucky as Mr. Xiang. There was a Fu Bao at home that would warn them. The wooden boards on the roof were filled with heavy snowflakes and hit them hard, injuring a large part of them.

The head of the village originally planned to let his son go to the ruins of Xianghanlin's house at night to have fun, but now that these things have happened, all his ideas have come to nothing.

I could only count the number of injured people with the village chief, and finally discovered that there was actually an old lady from another family who was beaten to death on the kang.

It was freezing cold, so the housing of these people became the biggest problem, but no one had any extra room, so the village chief simply asked these people to move into the ancestral hall.
Chapter completed!