The pork butcher is smoother than a pig butcher!

Chapter 26 Summer weather, changing in an instant.

In the first half of the night, the women, who had foreseen their fate, tossed and turned in bed.

In the middle of the night, as soon as I closed my eyes, a strange wind blew.

A fierce wind blew the campfire erratically, accompanied by a burst of lightning and thunder.

"Click. Click."

"crash"

The downpour came suddenly.

Everyone quickly got up from the ground, trying to find a hidden place to hide.

The men were restricted in their movements by wooden shackles and iron chains.

The women hurriedly took clothes out of their bundles and put them on the children.

Young children are very susceptible to illness after getting caught in the rain. Where can we find medical care and medicine for them nowadays?

Those who were slower had barely taken their clothes out of their bundles when the downpour began.

"Ouch!" people exclaimed one after another.

After someone touched the thing that had hit him.

He shouted, "It's not raining, it's hailing!"

As he shouted, hailstones the size of soybeans began to fall in dense volleys.

Gan Minglan inwardly cried out in alarm.

This wild hill is overgrown with weeds, and there is nowhere to hide.

Running around in the dark increases the risk of injury.

However, even if you stay in place, you might still get hit by hail.

She almost considered taking Fatty with her to hide in the space.

Thinking about space, she suddenly remembered that she still had a handmade bamboo-ribbed silk umbrella.

The silk used for the umbrellas is made from black silk produced by colorful silkworms.

After the apocalypse, she had plenty of free time every day besides completing her missions.

I learned the West Lake intangible cultural heritage crafts that were shown in the video.

Since she didn't know how to embroider, she made a plain one.

From processing the umbrella ribs to mounting, applying glue, and assembling the pole, he personally handled every step of the more than a dozen processes meticulously.

It wasn't until more than a dozen were ruined that the project was finally completed.

This umbrella was used to filter silkworm excrement inside the space and to protect against ultraviolet rays outside the space.

It's perfect for blocking hail now!
The only downside is that the umbrella is too small.

Fatty, still half asleep, was pulled into his mother's arms.

Listen to the "thump-thump" sound from the silk umbrella above your head.

Still half asleep, I asked, "Mom, are bad people throwing rotten eggs at our nest again?"

The child was traumatized by the impact that day.

His mother looked at the hailstones, which had gradually grown from the size of soybeans to the size of ping-pong balls and were still slowly getting bigger.

He replied, "It's not rotten eggs, it's just that God is raining ice hockey on us."

"What is an ice hockey puck? I've never seen one before."

He was curious, but he was so sleepy that he couldn't keep his eyes open. He mumbled a few words and fell asleep again.

The small silk umbrella sheltered him from the wind and rain, creating a haven for him.

And because she was nestled in her mother's arms, she slept especially soundly.

The four mules weren't as lucky as the little calf.

Yu Yu cried out as it was pelted by hailstones the size of eggs.

After the officials unloaded the carriages, they tied the reins that were on their heads to the base of a clump of potwood, securing them firmly.

Even with all their might, the mules couldn't break free.

The officials were in a panic, frantically searching for anything nearby to cover themselves.

Some people crawled into the mule cart's cargo compartment.

Some even hid under the carriage.

Many more people fled like headless flies.

In any case, not a single official cared about the current situation of the 358 exiled prisoners.

And they're too busy taking care of themselves!

Gradually, the hailstones changed from ping-pong balls to eggs, and then from eggs to goose eggs.

The force of the impact on the body increased.

"bang"

"bang"

With a "bang," Gan Minglan's hand, which was holding the silk umbrella, went numb from the shock.

The three hailstones that just hit us overhead, the biggest one was about the size of a bowl!
If it hits you on the head, it'll leave a scar the size of a bowl.

She only regretted not having a water or fire elemental ability.

Wood-based abilities are useless against such extreme weather.

Fortunately, the hail came and went quickly.

It only took about fifteen minutes.

The campfire had all been extinguished.

In the pitch-black night, the wails of men, women, and children echoed continuously.

Some people had their heads smashed.

Some even begged others to save their children.

Upon hearing that the little one was in mortal danger, Gan Minglan stood up.

As soon as I stepped out with my right foot, I stepped on something cold and slippery.

After scouting ahead, they discovered that the entire grassy area was filled with spherical hailstones, piled up in a thick layer.

Don't dare to move, don't dare to move at all.

If you lift your leg out, you'll fall flat on your back.

If she fails to save them, she and Fatty will probably be half-dead from the fall.

She quickly shouted to the crowd:
"Watch out for the ice pucks on the ground. If you can stay still, it's best to leave them where they are."

"Don't be afraid if your wound is bleeding. Wrap the hailstones in your clothes and press them on the wound. The bleeding will stop in a while."

She was afraid that these people wouldn't be killed by the hail, but would kill themselves by their own actions.

Her adoptive mother-in-law and the man who had his "heart" replaced are also in there.

Many people listened to her words, and the chaotic crowd began to save themselves.

Just for a moment.

Both arms that were holding the fat boy were frozen stiff.

How could a summer shirt withstand such a sudden drop in temperature?

Fatty instinctively hugged his mother tighter, drawing warmth from her body.

Gan Minglan had no choice but to take out a long winter coat from her space and wrap it around him.

It felt like an eternity had passed before we finally reached Yin Zheng (the first month of the lunar calendar).

Taking advantage of the darkness before dawn, Gan Minglan went into the space and got busy again.

I used my special ability to extract approximately 500ml of mulberry leaf essence.

They also roasted silkworm pupae and steamed buns and mantou.

I also took a hot shower.

The space has four seasons, and naturally there is wind and rain.

A water tank was built on the roof of the treehouse, and it is always full.

This rainwater tastes even better than the mineral water from before the apocalypse.

Gan Minglan planned to boil a large bucket of water, let it cool, and keep it on hand.

Having just suffered from hail damage and then a sudden drop in temperature, it is a time when heat energy is scarce.

"Ding!" Her silkworm pupae were ripe, filling the room with fragrance.

Ever since she entered the space, Atu has been circling around her feet.

If I didn't know this guy was a vegetarian, I would have thought he wanted to eat silkworm pupae.

"Squeak, tell me, you weren't keeping stray pets outside, were you?"

"What wild pet? That's impossible!"

"Hmph, don't try to fool me. The smell on you is the proof. It's exactly the same as the first few times."

"Impossible. Didn't you see me last time you came out? Your master was in a terrible state. First, I was locked up in a cell, and now I'm still a prisoner."

Atu's little short tail is all puffed up again:

"If you let me out, I will make you submit completely. I can't possibly be mistaken about this smell."

Gan Minglan sniffed the jacket and skirt that she had worn for three days; it only had a faint smell of sweat on it.

Oh, and there's also the fat guy's drool on her shoulder.

Suddenly realized:

"So the wild pet you were talking about is him! He's not wild, he's my biological son, and he's four years old this year."

"Ah! Ah! Ah! My own flesh and blood? Could it be that I, the Great King, am a wild child?"

"Yeah, didn't I pick you up? I gave you a bite to eat, and you've been clinging to me ever since."

A-Tu: "."

(End of this chapter)