Through the troubled times and famine, I just want to farm peacefully

"Uncle Lin, why are you here?" Lin Shuo invited everyone to come in and sit down.

Uncle Lin is not only a good farmer, he also knows how to observe the weather.

Having lost the land he had cultivated for his entire life and having to travel all the way without a stable place to live, Uncle Lin looked very worried.

"A-Shuo, I'm afraid it's going to snow today."

"It's snowing?" Upon hearing this, Old Mrs. Zhao put down the clothes she was mending.

Zhang was also puzzled. "Uncle Lin, there is still half a month before the Little Snow Day. Did you see it wrong?"

Uncle Lin glanced at her and took a puff of his tobacco.

"The snow will begin to fall in seven days at the latest."

Lin Shuo was so scared that he jumped up from his chair, staring at Uncle Lin.

"Uncle Lin, are you sure?"

"When did I say I was wrong?" Uncle Lin asked instead of answering.

Lin Yinan immediately realized the seriousness of the problem. They had just settled down here and were not prepared for anything. If it suddenly snowed and the temperature dropped, who knows how many people would freeze to death.

"Grandpa Lin, have you told the village chief?"

Uncle Lin was filled with rage and snorted, "I just came out of his house. How could that bastard believe me?"

Now it was Lin Yinan's turn to be unable to sit still, and she stood up suddenly.

"Brother, let's go find the Yun family."

It is better to believe it than not to believe it. Even if you bet wrong, you will not lose anything.

"Will the Yun family believe me?"

Now it was Uncle Lin's turn to lose his composure. His hands trembled and the pipe in his hand almost fell to the ground.

Lin Yiheng supported him and went to the yard where the Yun family lived with Lin Shuo and Lin Yinan.

The house where the third young master Yun lived in their courtyard was rarely visited during the day except when someone came back to sleep at night.

The secret guard led four people into the main house and saw the two brothers of the Yun family and several secret guard leaders sitting at the table, apparently discussing something.

Lin Yiheng briefly explained the purpose of his visit.

Yun Ye quickly asked the four people to sit down, then turned to the secret guards beside him and said, "Send a few people to invite the clan leader, village chief, and several elders of Linjia Village."

Lin Yinan and his brother looked at each other. It seemed that there was someone in the Yun family who knew how to observe celestial phenomena.

Yun Mo pointed to a cheerful-looking young man sitting at the table and said, "His name is Yun Liu. He is good at observing the stars and predicting the weather, and the art of Qimen Dunjia. I wonder when this old man thinks the first snow will fall."

When had Uncle Lin, who was called old sir, ever been respected like this? He hurriedly stood up and bowed slightly to him, "I don't deserve it. I think the snow will fall in seven days at the latest."

Yun Liu had a round head and a round face, and a gentle temperament. He nodded his head and agreed with Uncle Lin's words. "Uncle is right. I have deduced several times that the first snow will fall on the fifth night."

Lin Yinan was shocked. People in ancient times did not have various advanced tools to help them, but they were so powerful just by deduction and calculation.

Uncle Lin felt relieved at last, as he found someone knowledgeable about the business to share his burden.

Soon, the patriarch, the village chief, and several elders hurried over.

When the village chief saw uncle and nephew Lin Shuo and Old Lin in the house, his heart tightened.

He knew that Old Lin was quite capable, so what he said couldn't be true.

The secret guards brought chairs and several people sat down. Yun Ye then briefly explained Yun Liu's predictions and deductions.

The village chief's hands, which were tucked under his sleeves, trembled when he heard this. Old Lin was right.

The clan leader got angry when he glanced at his quail-like face. No matter how big the family matter was, it was not as big as this matter. The village chief shrank his neck in fear and dared not say a word.

Lin Yinan saw all the little movements of the two people, and she looked at Yun Ye, the head of the Yun family.

"Second Master Yun, I wonder what your plans are next?"

Yun Ye nodded slightly to Yun Mo, who coughed twice and said, "Time is running out. We must prepare for clothing, food, shelter, and transportation as soon as possible to ensure that no one freezes to death."

"We are rushing to make winter clothes in large quantities. Adults and children in the village who can sew can come and help. After completing the assigned tasks, they will receive a winter coat as a reward, which can be exchanged for food."

"For food, we will arrange for people to go hunting in the mountains in the next two days. Villagers can go to the forests where there are no wild animals to dig up potatoes and wild vegetables and store as much food as they can."

“Strengthen the house and store enough firewood for heating and cooking.”

"Those who have livestock should build their barns as soon as possible to prevent their livestock from freezing to death. They also need to stock up on plenty of hay."

Yun Mo finished telling everyone what needed to be prepared in one breath. The village chief did not dare to be careless and took notes carefully in his small notebook.

Fearing that the people of Linjia Village did not take it seriously enough, Yunye added solemnly, "As you know, many places have been experiencing drought this year. As the saying goes, severe droughts are followed by extreme cold. Why didn't I lead everyone south, but instead took over this village, so that everyone could safely survive this extremely cold winter."

The clan leader stood up and bowed deeply to the Yunye brothers solemnly.

Upon seeing this, the village chief and other elders stood up and bowed in greeting.

When they came out of the Yun family, they saw the Yun family's secret guards pushing dozens of carts of food in from outside the village.

Everyone has a stronger sense of urgency.

After returning, the village chief personally took the gong and went to call people.

After hearing this, the villagers were filled with panic and did not dare to slack off. They all carried axes and kitchen knives and followed the Yun family's secret guards into the mountains to chop firewood.

As for the woods in front of the village, they were to hide the village from being easily discovered. The bandits have lived here for so many years and have never cut down the trees. They cannot cut down the trees unless they have no other choice.

Lin Yinan did not go to pick wild vegetables, but took Qianwu with everyone to chop firewood.

Including the horse of Liu Ji's brother and sister, there are a total of five horses and a cow in their yard. The livestock shed needs to be bigger, and they urgently need wood.

Everyone seemed to be tireless and went up the mountain before dawn every day and returned home after dark.

In order to take care of the families with many widows, widows and children in the village, the clan leader also organized a team of young and strong people to help them repair and reinforce their houses.

At midnight on the fifth day, the temperature suddenly dropped sharply and the first snow fell as expected.

The village chief, who had been waiting for half the night and dared not sleep, looked at the falling snow and murmured, "It's snowing! It's really snowing!"

The cold air blew in through the cracks in the window, and he shuddered. He came to his senses and hurriedly said to his eldest son, "Quick! Go and get my gong."

The village chief put on his cotton coat, struggled to climb down from the kang, and put on his shoes.

Lin Fu took the gong and knew what his father was going to do, so he hurriedly said, "Dad, you stay at home. I will go and inform the villagers."

"Go and light the torch, and we'll go together, quick!"

Lin Siyang had already gotten up and dressed, "Grandpa, I'll go with you."

"Siyang, go wake up your grandma and your mother and light up the kang."

"Oh, I'll go right away."

Lin Fu held a torch, and the father and son walked on the dark hillside. The cold wind was so strong that it seemed to blow into people's bones.

"Dang! Dang!" A deafening gong sounded, followed by a series of rapid knocks on the door.

"Get up! It's snowing!"

"Hurry up and heat the kang!"