The dark clouds were covered with thunder and lightning, and the rumbling thunder seemed to explode in people's ears.

In an instant, heavy rainstorms hit the ground, and the sudden rain slapped the mud and dust.

The rain was surging, and the wet mist covered the entire mountain village.

A few women's heads were poked out next to the village committee's pig pen, and shouted loudly: "Osmanthus, Dayingzi, Cui'er... It's raining, collecting her clothes."

The sound of rain, the sound of wind, the sound of people... the noise of the quiet countryside suddenly started.

In the east of the village, a low mud house in the back corner garden, a girl of fifteen or sixteen years old opened the yellow jingle strips covering the crypt and came out.

The girl was in a mess, and she hugged her bulging flowery jacket with her hands. A few dead grass stumbled on her chaotic head staggered.

A mountain wind blew towards him, the rain tilted, and most of the clothes were wet. The cold wind blew into the lapels of people's clothes. Jian Ning couldn't help but shivered and quickly avoided under the eaves.

The narrow and dilapidated eaves were useless under heavy rain. Jian Ning glanced at the surrounding environment and raised his foot along the wall to touch the front door.

Push your elbow and step in.

The light inside was dim, and she seemed to be accustomed to darkness. She covered the door tightly and followed her memory. She steadily touched the stove, held the package in her hand in her arms, picked up the firewood, and set up a triangle in the stove hole, then skillfully rolled up a ball of fuzzy grass, pricking the matches.

The grass balls ignited, and a wisp of flames surged in the air. The balls fell into the stove hole, and the fire licked up, and the firewood quickly burned.

The fire is reflected, and the dark house is warm and light is paved.

I have developed a habit of living in a snowy world for a long time. No matter where I am, any conditions allow me to burn the fire first to absorb the temperature and keep warm.

The dry firewood was burning, and the indoor temperature gradually rose. With a sense of security, Jian Ning breathed a sigh of relief. Only then did he have time to spread his flowering jacket and count the sweet potatoes he hugged back carefully, there were eleven of them.

It's not small, so I specially picked the largest one.

Food is as important as fire.

As soon as he landed, he opened his eyes and saw half of the cellar dry food. Jian Ning really thought he was dreaming.

I was confused for a while.

What dream is so beautiful, the ant has fallen into the honeypot.

The first reaction is that he is in a dream or not, and he will talk about it after eating.

So, Jian Ning chewed five or six sweet potatoes with mud, and after burping it, he felt a pain in the back of his head after tweaking his mouth.

Raise your hand and touch it.

Touched the blood on my fingertips.

The dream is too real!

Then, a bunch of memories that did not belong to her rushed into her mind.

It's not a dream!

The body hit the stone tomb of the earth crypt and left.

Crack she is here.

From the cold and frost ice age to the age of distinct seasons - 1974, he was reborn in the body of a village girl with the same name and surname as her.

Faced with the barren situation of the family being barren, I ordered my personal choice to wail and be disgusted.

But Jane Ning doesn't, for her, she seems to have had a great luck.

The soak of happiness.

Try to survive in the harsh environment of snow and wind, only winter all year round, and you have been struggling to survive for more than ten years in a harsh environment of minus 50 or 60 degrees below the daily life. You can deeply understand that the thatched houses and rural areas are... they are not comparable at all.

Now that he has half a cellar of grain, Jian Ning is not stingy and happily picks out three chubby sweet potatoes to be buried under the wood ash.

You can enjoy the fragrant roasted sweet potatoes later.

Poor children are suddenly rich!

He pulled open the sweet potato and tore the skin. The golden sweet potato meat inside was soft, glutinous and sweet. He was extremely satisfied with biting the taste buds. Jian Ning squatted in front of the stove, his cheeks bulged and his shoes were happily rubbing against the ground.

Filling his stomach, Jane Ning yawned sleepily.

I feel sleepy when I am full and warm, and I am ready to lean in the pile of firewood to snatch a nap and nourish my spirit.

The heat in the stove is swaying and warm.

I just raised my feet and inspected the entire house one by one. Both bedrooms were cold wooden beds without kangs. There was no kang or fire wall in the countryside. I burned charcoal basins to keep warm in winter.

With the charcoal fire remaining warm, Jian Ning happily hugged the sweet potato and fell asleep comfortably, and even started to snore.

I don't know how long it took, but footsteps suddenly sounded outside the door. Jian Ning woke up alertly, immediately sat upright, holding a thick wooden stick in his hand and listening with his ears.

After a moment, the wooden door buckled: "Ning Yatou, your breasts asked you to go to the main room to discuss something."

Jian Ning tiptoed to the door and peeked out through the crack of the door.

The downpour stops, and the drizzle is densely woven.

The woman at the door was wearing a straw rattan woven hat. Jian Ning was careful to identify it, and it was the original owner Sanniang.

After a long time no one answered, the third wife of the Jian family stretched her feet, put the threshold and scraped the wet mud on the soles of her shoes, muttering and complaining: "Damn girl, she will enjoy her happiness. I am afraid that Qingtian and Baitian are not sleeping at home."

With a gusting voice, he increased his strength and slapped the door a few times: "Ning Yat-tou, open the door! I know you are at home and you are sleeping to death."

"Sanniang." The stick was placed on the corner of the door, and Jian Ning pulled out the door and opened the door.

When the door opened, Liu Guilan glanced at the person, looking at her scattered face, and she had obviously just woken up. She curled her lips and said, "Ning Yat-tung is so lucky. She has no elders above and no children below. She is alone and widowed. Life is leisurely, unlike when we don't have to stop on rainy days. Put the soles of our shoes and put on straw mats. Look at my hands..."

"Is there something wrong?" Jian Ning's eyes were slightly dark, and she looked impatient. She talked about things when she had something to do, but she kept talking nonsense for a long time.

"You're looking for your breasts, hurry up." Liu Guilan interrupted herself and twisted her body and muttered again: "I really treat myself as a Buddha. I want three people to ask for four people."

Jian Ning turned a blind eye to the yard and slowly walked slowly to the main courtyard with her little hands.

The three mud-brown houses under her name now are left over from the old house. The new yard is built next to the old mud-brown house. There is a bamboo fence wall between the two yards, with yellow mud covered on it, and a door hole is dug in the middle for the two families to enter and exit.

In the countryside, the elderly are not separated, so why do they say they are two families? This is because the father with this body was arguing with others last spring and accidentally injured someone and was sent to the farm for labor reform.

My father was in labor reform, but my mother couldn't keep it. She didn't have long to have a second marriage.

The eldest sister and the second sister got married, and there were only two girls left in the second house. They didn’t use up all the food. The other couples had complaints, and they were always upset. It was not a big deal to be uneasy in their family. They were just a joke. The whole family thought about it for a long time, and the old lady of the Jian family decided to separate the second house.

Old Mrs. Jian gave birth to five sons and one daughter.

Jian Ning's father Jian Zhenjun is ranked second. He is big and thick-looking, has a stubborn personality, is stupid and unpleasant. He has married a wife and has four girls in succession. In the early years, Jian Zhenjun did something that seems to be a rebellious thing to the old lady, and his family status is a little worrying.

The two sisters got married two years ago, but fortunately they got married early. Otherwise, just like her mother-in-law, she had a labor reform father and a bad guy to give him a foundation, and could only lose her hands and not get married, or to remarry a crooked man.

I want to hire someone to give up my thoughts as soon as possible.

Nowadays, it is more important to family elements!

This is also one of the important reasons why several houses insist on throwing out the second house.

I am afraid of ruining my family's marriage.

The eldest sister, the second sister got married, the second mother got married, and the second wife was only Jian Ning and her third sister left.

When the family was separated, they got a bunch of old clay pots, plus two bags of coarse grains, and they lost a penny and couldn't afford the coarse salt. Her third sister gritted her teeth and after the autumn harvest, she went to Guanling County to build a dam and hydropower station with the strong laborers in the village.
Chapter completed!