It's really hard to just farm peacefully.

Chapter 272

Everyone worked hard for a long time and finally finished everything before noon.

The village road, which was originally a bit muddy, gradually became less damp.

Jiang Yinghu stepped into Jiang Yan's courtyard, put down the half-bucket of hot water in his hand, looked around, and then pointed at the roof and said:

"There are some cracks here, here, and there. Remember to ask Grandpa Daquan how to fix them later."

"Okay, I've got that." In the cellar, Jiang Yan carefully put away the half bag of grain she had just bought on credit.

On the day when the people from Dongshan Village returned, she was able to learn in advance about the relief plan of Rongcheng County Government which had not yet been made public because of her convenient identity.

Those who have no food stored at home can go to the west city gate to collect a cup of food every day. When the drought is over, they can also take the yellow book to the county government to get half a bag of food on credit. Whether it is for sowing or filling the stomach, one bag must be returned before the next spring.

The relief grain was provided by the county government, using the tax grain that had not been remitted to the prefectural and capital cities the previous year. The grain sold on credit was purchased from the villagers of Dongshan Village or from other sources.

Fujia Village was the name Jiang Yan gave herself. She vaguely guessed that Fu Girl's relative was the leader of the village, so she used this nickname.

This time, the people of Dongshan Village still did not tell her which mountain she was joining. The reason was that they were worried that if she returned to the mountain one day, Jiang Yan, who would never know the true appearance and address of the mountain village, could continue to live an ordinary life.

The group of guards we saw two days ago went back and forth to the Tiankeng Cave several times in the past two days in order to bring some food into the city.

Because the villagers of Dongshan Village belong to the mountain village, and they have sold their own livestock to the village since the drought, the leading guards gave the converted grain to Dongshan Village. Jiang Yan also took advantage of this and bought half a bag of grain on credit in advance without having to go to the county town to pick it up.

Speaking of which, Dongshan Village reported Jiang Yan's death to the village head at that time. I don't know whether the county government removed Jiang Yan's identity in time, and whether it still recognized the yellow book she held as a person who came back from the dead.

Anyway, no verification was required this time.

But people like Aunt Yu and Zhou Huan, who were from Hezhou Village, couldn't enjoy this convenience. They could only plan to wait for two days until the situation became clearer, then go back to Hezhou Village to check on the situation and look for the Huang Ji that they hadn't taken away in time. They just didn't know if it had been completely burned in the fire.

When Jiang Yan climbed out of the cellar, she saw Jiang Ying squatting with her back to her, her hands moving, fiddling with something.

Jiang Yan walked closer curiously and asked, "Did you raise this chicken before? It doesn't even flap its wings when you touch it like this."

"I raised it with Jiang He and the others," Jiang Ying said, shaking her head regretfully. "It doesn't have the strength to move. It won't live for more than a few days."

Jiang Yan's eyes widened. "How could this happen?! It looked like it was going to die soon before, mainly because it had no water or food to eat. But after it rained yesterday, it drank some water and ate some wheat husks, and it's almost healed. It was even alive and kicking when the thunder started."

Jiang Ying had never encountered such a "complicated" situation. When raising chickens, it was not uncommon for one or two to disappear suddenly for unknown reasons, except for those that were obviously sick or taken away by eagles or weasels. Especially since she had never seen Jiang Yan's way of raising chickens.

Jiang Ying spread the wings again, looking at the chicken's not-so-protruding neck and belly. She guessed unsurely, "Maybe you fed it too much, and it's almost dying of starvation?"

Jiang Yan pointed at her shrunken stomach and said, "I don't even have enough to eat."

Jiang Ying speculated again: "It's too hot outside and it's covered in fur. Is it getting too hot?"

That made sense, but Jiang Yan didn't know. Besides the heat, she also thought that maybe he had been frightened and ran away in the early morning, and hit his head on her leg, causing a brain hemorrhage?

We dare not eat chickens that died of illness, but since this is suspected to be caused by sunburn or cerebral hemorrhage and happened before death, it should not be very toxic.

Jiang Yan looked hesitant. "What do you think? Before it dies, how about we kill it and let everyone have a bowl of chicken soup?"