1983Fishing and Farming between Mountains and Seas

Chapter 62 Family Portrait in the Storm
Liang Ziqiang was carrying two bundles of firewood and running as fast as the wind.

The back mountain is indeed very close to the house. Although the wind is blowing along the way, the rain has not really fallen yet.

It was not until he ran back home and put the two bundles of firewood into the woodshed that the rain began to fall heavily.

He was not exposed to rain, but Liang's father, Liang Tiancheng and the other two were in the salt fields. They probably had to take a rain shower.

"Why haven't these three come back yet? Aqiang, why don't you take some umbrellas and go pick them up!"

The mother was collecting the clothes hanging outside. She ran over and shouted to Liang Ziqiang when she had collected half of them.

Liang Ziqiang hesitated for a moment, because he knew that holding an umbrella was basically useless in such strong winds and heavy rain.

The rain still came in, and the wind kept blowing the umbrella over. To be honest, the umbrella would become a burden, and it would be better to run in the rain empty-handed!

Besides, for my father, Liang Tiancheng and the other two, this little bit of rain wouldn’t cause any harm.

But since his mother had given the order, he did not object. He looked in several corners and finally found a gray old umbrella.

"Mom, where's the umbrella? Where did our umbrella go?!"

Liang's mother hurried over to look for the umbrella. Maybe because it hadn't rained heavily for a long time, she had forgotten where she had put the umbrella.

After much difficulty, they found two black umbrellas. At this time, the eldest sister-in-law Kuang Haixia also found a flower umbrella from her room and handed it to Liang Ziqiang.

Holding four umbrellas, Liang Ziqiang opened one of them and ran out of the house.

Before he ran out from under the eaves, he saw three figures breaking through the dense rain curtain, running along Luffy, and rushing under the eaves in a blink of an eye.

My father and his two brothers have already run back on their own.

The people were fine, but their hair, shirts, pants and shoes were all wet, and streams of water were flowing down their bodies like small streams.

Maybe because they released heat while running, their bodies were not only covered in water, but also emitting hot steam, making it foggy and misty, like three hermits.

Liang Ziqiang put the umbrella aside and looked at the three people who were hurrying back from the rain. For some reason, he wanted to laugh.

Maybe it’s because the three of them now have their own steam effect, which is really funny.

But it may also have nothing to do with this, and it’s simply because the three of them are all intact, standing under the eaves.

When Liang's mother saw the three people running back home in such a wet state, she immediately got angry:
"You are not three-year-old children anymore. Do you three have poor eyesight or what? When you saw the sky suddenly turn cloudy and the wind started to blow, you didn't run home immediately? Do you have to get soaked to the skin to feel comfortable?!"

Father Liang shook his legs, shaking out a large amount of water, and replied unhappily:

"You are a half-immortal, you can tell the future and predict the future? Why didn't I see you predict the wind and rain when I went out this morning? The rain came so suddenly, how could you run on the road without any time? You are not a bird, you can't fly here just like that!"

Liang's mother was still angry and said:

"The weather is so good this morning. Even if I can tell the future, can you believe me?"

Father Liang said unhappily:

"You keep talking nonsense. Why don't you go find some dry towels and let us wipe our heads and faces?"

Seeing that the old couple were about to quarrel, Liang Ziqiang quickly said:

"It's no use wiping with a towel, Dad, you guys should hurry into the house and change into dry clothes first!"

The three of them stood under the eaves until they had shaken off some of the water before they quickly ran back into the house.

However, as soon as I entered the house, Kuang Haixia's scream of collapse came again:

"Liang Tiancheng, are you a baby who just turned one month old? You made a big patch of my bed wet! Tell me, how can I sleep tonight?!"

Liang Ziqiang stretched his neck to take a look.

It turned out that after the eldest brother Liang Tiancheng entered the inner room, he didn't know what he was thinking. Maybe he had been running all the way and his brain hadn't recovered yet. He actually sat down on the bed and planned to change his clothes...

Now the bed was all wet, just like a child who had wet the bed.

Liang Ziqiang's forehead was full of black lines. Brother, please at least stand while changing.

Before I could get quiet for a second, I suddenly heard my brother Liang Zifeng's panicked cry from the room where I was sleeping:

"Why didn't you close the window? The rain came in and soaked the pillow!"

Liang Ziqiang quickly followed him in, and when he saw the situation, he felt a little guilty.

I knew it was going to storm today. Other things, such as trying to dissuade my father from working in the salt fields, would not have any effect, but closing the windows of my room in advance was something that I could do easily.

Maybe it was too detailed, and I didn't think about it at all. He picked up his pillow and handed it to Liang Zifeng with some regret:
"My head isn't wet, why don't you sleep on my pillow tonight?"

Unexpectedly, Liang Zifeng ignored the pillow in his hand, but hurriedly opened the wet pillow.

When he saw the review books hidden under his pillow were soaked by the rain, Liang Zifeng was completely desperate and cried out as if the sky had fallen:

"It's over, it's really over now, the books are ruined, and my ideals are ruined along with them!"

Liang Ziqiang was stunned for a moment. He really didn't expect that at this critical moment, he could come out with such literary words...

The next moment was truly tragic.

When Liang's father heard the shouting over here, he also ran in.

When he saw Liang Zifeng actually took out a few books from under his pillow, he found a bamboo stick and was about to beat him:

"How dare you hide the book under your pillow! Born in a fishing family, you should concentrate on learning how to fish from me! If you want to go to college so much, why don't you marry into a rich family and become their young master?!"

When Liang Zifeng saw that his plan was exposed, he dropped the book and ran out.

As soon as he ran, Liang's father chased him around the house with a bamboo stick in his hand, wanting to beat him.

Suddenly, a duck was kicked over; suddenly, a chicken was knocked away...

Quack, cluck...

The chickens and ducks, which had already been frightened by the sudden storm, were now screaming and making a lot of noise.

The only person in the family who remained calm in the face of adversity was Liang Lizhi.

From the time the wind and rain started to rise until now, she has been sitting on a chair in the house, holding the big bowl and eating the ground rice diligently.

This is truly what we call an unshakable entity!
The whole house was as chaotic as a whirlpool in the ocean, and she was like the magic needle that stabilized the huge whirlpool.

At this moment, he finally finished eating the last apple, put the bowl aside, clapped his hands and stood up.

Liang Zifeng, who was running, suddenly braked and stopped in front of Liang Lizhi, and said in panic:

"Oh no! What happened to Lizhi? Why is her mouth so black? Dad, stop beating her. Please take care of Lizhi. She's been poisoned!"

Liang's mother snatched the bamboo stick from Liang Defu's hand and tapped Liang Lizhi on the back:
"She's not poisoned! You damn girl, the whole family is busy like this, and you're just sitting here eating. I collected half of the clothes outside, and now they're all wet from the rain!"

Thus, Liang Zifeng's escape story instantly became Liang Lizhi's escape story. It was like a relay race...

Kuang Haixia came out from the inner room, glanced at the main room, and suddenly panicked and shouted:

"Where's Xiao Hai? Why can't I see Xiao Hai? Where did he go?!"

"I don't know. I just saw it under the eaves!" Liang Lizhi replied while running away.

"Xiao Hai! Xiao Hai!"

The whole family was in a panic. Not finding anyone inside, they ran out into the rain and shouted.

Then he turned around and saw Liang Xiaohai happily opening his arms in a small puddle beside the house, stepping on the water in the puddle and jumping happily...

This child hasn't seen rain for a long time, so he went to play in the water secretly.

Kuang Haixia was so angry that she also found a bamboo stick. Liang Xiaohai was dancing in the rain when he was hit by a beating...

For a moment, there were the sounds of adults scolding, children crying, chickens and ducks running around, the sound of wind and rain...

Intertwined into a chaotic mess.

Liang Ziqiang suddenly became absent-minded, listening carefully to all the noise around him and looking at a family that was more chaotic than a storm.

All the noise, all the chaos, filled his heart with incomparable peace at this moment.

This should be the most chaotic day since his rebirth, right? The house is in a mess.

But he wanted to say.

This was also the happiest and most beautiful day since his rebirth.

The family portrait in the storm is so beautiful...

Book friends, please note: After posting two chapters in a row in the middle of the night, I thought about it carefully and always felt that the content could be more compact. I got up early in the morning to do a lot of simplification and deletion, and merged the original chapters 61 and 62 into one chapter. This chapter has brand new content. Book friends who read it last night, please go back to this chapter to see the new content. The original "Chapter 62: The Wind and Clouds Change Color" has been overwritten with the new "Chapter 62: Family Portrait in the Storm". If it still shows the old content, please refresh it. The reason why the author's hand speed is slow is that after writing, he always has to read it over and over again, and then streamline, delete and revise it. There are many drafts that you don’t know about, and there are many waste drafts that he deleted. Subconsciously, I always want to bring out the best and better content to everyone. Thank you for your votes, book friends! Writing a book is not easy, thank you for your understanding and support, and seek motivation!
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