It's really hard to just farm peacefully.

Chapter 233

Jiang Yuan pondered for a long time, and finally suppressed his speculation for the time being.

He and Jiang He exchanged some words and left, both of them feeling a little depressed when they parted.

Without a thorough understanding of the situation, they couldn't rush to inform their elders. A "resurrection" from the dead was a cause for joy, but if it turned out to be a complete misunderstanding, the joy would only be wasted and would only bring back sad memories.

Several elders were already very old, and they were terrified after rushing to the village and became listless for many days. They could not bear the great joy and sorrow.

If Jiang Yan was still alive, according to the direction the Fang family had described, she would most likely be heading back to Dongshan Village. Jiang Yuan returned to the side hall and sat down, his mind racing with thoughts of who to contact to verify the news.

His father and uncles were out in the mountains for some business and no one knew when they would be back. He also didn't know when he would be allowed to leave the courtyard. Should He Xiaoshu Jiang Ju and the others... or ask someone else to go to Dongshan Village as soon as possible?

Heavy snow blocked the mountain, preventing the people from leaving. As for the others who remained at the foot of the mountain, Jiang Yuan clutched the note tightly in his hand and quickly gave up the idea. Those people were still furious after seeing bloodshed. For over two months now, we've heard reports of them occasionally doing something sinister. If we couldn't stop them in time...

Chunying, who was sitting diagonally beside Jiang Yuan's desk, finished checking several secret letters, stretched out her arms and relaxed her back, and saw Jiang Yuan with his head down in a daze.

Seeing that the paper was about to break under the ravages, she couldn't help but remind him: "What are you staring at? The note is about to be torn into pieces."

Jiang Yuan heard the voice and looked at Chunying intently. He had actually forgotten about her and didn't know what her relationship with Jiang Yan was.

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Jiang Yan had slipped countless times while going out to fetch water these past two days.

She was lazy a few days ago and didn't go out to sweep the snow. Due to lack of water, she melted the remaining snow in the yard. She never thought that she would pay the price for it so soon.

After slipping again, Jiang Yan climbed up carefully on the ice, rubbed her aching tailbone and straightened the buckets that had rolled to both sides, then looked into the bottom of the bucket through tears.

There was only a shallow layer of well water left in each bucket.

Looking at the fallen water flowing on the ice surface, which soon formed into thin ice, Jiang Yan sighed.

Layer upon layer of ice, the original thick ice was not easy to break, and now there was another layer, making it even thicker. Her stone hammer and wooden shovel were even more powerless.

Jiang Yan was reluctant to use the iron hoe and shovel. If there was a hole in it and she had to take it to a carpenter's shop to repair it, the cost would be too much for her to even think about since she had become a pauper.

Especially after covering the doors and windows with snow bricks, the room became darker during the day and the lamp oil was consumed particularly quickly.

In order to preserve the precarious inventory, Jiang Yan could only get up in the morning and peel off half of the snow bricks on the windowsill to let in light, and then put them back before nightfall.

Back to fetching water, using both hands to carry the bucket to increase the weight and maintain balance was clearly not an option. Jiang Yan moved his slightly numb and weak left arm, wondering if it had been injured when he had rested his elbow on the ground.

Fortunately, her left hand returned to normal after a while, but she didn't dare to use force with her left hand for the time being.

Jiang Yan only brought back half a bucket of water that day, and she was very unwilling, but she quickly thought of another solution.

She quickly wove a bamboo mat according to the size of the bottom of the bucket and put it on, then spent most of the day using a stone hammer to pound the uneven ice surface along the way to fetch water.

Looking at the freshly baked ice road in front of him, Jiang Yan thought, this should be okay.

Four-fifths of the way done.

Jiang Yan dragged the bucket all the way back to the courtyard wall. Because of the occasional bumps on the road, some of the water in the bucket would still spill out.

But Jiang Yan was very satisfied.

She looked at the gloomy and depressing sky above her head, guessing that it would snow heavily again, and decided to move all the water needed for the next few days back in one go.