novelraw Chapter 19 It's Raining
Chapter 19 It's Raining
Chapter 19 It's Raining
"It's raining, it's raining, everyone, get up."
"It's raining, it's raining, get up!"
Song Shangshang yelled at the top of her voice, who knew she woke up in the middle of the night and secretly fed the three of their family. She had just finished feeding and was about to go to bed!The sky began to rain.
Fortunately, the system reminded her that she woke up early, otherwise the four of them would have been drenched in the rain in their sleep.
The people in the team were awakened by her cry, and wanted to scold who interrupted their dreams, but when they woke up, they found that it was raining, so they hurriedly put on the coir raincoats and hats they had exchanged with the officials a few days ago.
Those who didn't have coir raincoats and bamboo hats also ran to stand under the trees to shelter from the rain.
"Huaizhi, little sister, you all hide in the basket.
Song Changshang swiftly wrapped the quilts around the two of them, picked them up and put them into the basket, and covered the basket with coir raincoats, and ran to stand with Shangshu's family after doing this.
She didn't dare to stand under the tree, she would be killed if the lightning struck her.
"It's raining as soon as it's said!" Mr. Shangshu said, looking up at the sky.
During the day, there were no signs at all.
Fortunately, they all bought straw raincoats and bamboo hats before, and the group of them will not be afraid of being drenched in the rain after wearing straw raincoats and bamboo hats.
"It's still Daddy Yingming, who changed with the officers and soldiers a long time ago." The eldest son Song Jingyao said looking at the trembling clansmen under the tree who were drenched in the rain.
After Song Jingyao finished speaking, the rest of the people followed suit, and Mr. Shang Shu was a little embarrassed when everyone said a word.
The old man blushed, touched his nose and said, "Okay, okay, stop talking."
He only thought of changing it after seeing other girls changing their clothes.
These people have coir raincoats and bamboo hats, but those who are drenched by the rain will feel uncomfortable.
Standing under a tree leaking rain!
At this time.
A tall, square-faced man with a black mole on his brow looked at the people more than ten meters away, and said with a bit of yin and yang, "Look, everyone over there has a coir raincoat and a bamboo hat. They are also members of the clan, why don't we have one?"
"That's right! We were also exiled because of their family's troubles, so we will suffer this crime here!" After the black mole man finished speaking, someone immediately echoed.
The man with the mole suggested, "How about we go and tell them to give us half of the coir raincoat and bamboo hat?"
"Who's going?"
"Why don't we all go together, so many of us say it together, even if they don't dare not give it to us!"
"Okay, let's go." With a wave of hands, more than people walked towards the direction where Shangshu's family was standing.
Seeing more than twenty people walking towards them, Mrs. Liu asked the old man beside her, "Why are you here, old man?"
Song Zhao frowned, "I don't know."
Song Jingyao: "It should be to take shelter from the rain together."
Lan Suyun gave her silly husband-in-law a blank look, "I don't look like it, I seem to be looking for trouble."
Don't you hide under the tree to avoid the rain, and run to stand with them?
They didn't have coir raincoats and bamboo hats, so wouldn't the rain get worse?
"Uncle Song, you see that you have so many coir raincoats and bamboo hats, give us a few, they are all from the tribe." The man with black mole took the lead.
"That's right! We don't want more, just half of it."
Song Zhao, the old man of Shangshu, hadn't spoken yet, but his eldest son, Song Jingyao, said first, "Here you are? What are you thinking! We are all traded with official posts, so go and exchange with official posts too!"
Give them, don't ask for more, just half of it?How dare you say this out loud?
They spent more than 500 taels of silver to exchange these coir raincoats and bamboo hats with officials!
The man with the mole didn't speak, his face was darker now.
If they have money, why ask them?I went to change with the official early.
The man with the black mole ignored Song Jingyao, but looked at Song Zhao, the old man of the Shangshu, and continued, "Uncle Song, you are all from the tribe, give us half! We don't feel well even if we are drenched in the rain!"
(End of this chapter)