The whole family crosses the desert

Chapter 47. What is the danger of heartbeat and crisis

Chapter 47. What is the danger of heartbeat and crisis

    The most distressing thing about the rainy season is that yesterday it was a clear sky, but today it was covered with dark clouds and it started to rain heavily.

    When Jiang Zhaoci came back from the outside with an umbrella, she thought that the weather was really unpredictable. She put away the umbrella and stared at the bamboo shed at the entrance of the cave, listening to the sound of the rain hitting it.

    Originally, it was good to go to the snow mountain to dig peanuts today, but because of the rain, it was postponed until later.

    She looked at the foggy piece in the distance, turned around and entered the cave. Jiang Dad was polishing the wheels of the cart. He designed it according to the style of the old rural cart. The bottom of the cart was a wooden board, which was attached to the handrail. There are two baffles.

    Jiang Ma wove the fishing net in her hand, and used a wooden shuttle to pass through the net

    . In the middle, he helped Uncle Bai to make the materials for the beams, the pillars were polished, the beams and the general structure were done, and the outline of the whole house could be seen.

    "When the beams are fully installed, you have to start laying bricks. It is raining in the mountains. If you want this house not to get wet, when laying the floor, Lao Jiang, don't forget to leave a brick at that time, and you can also put some carbon at that time for Dehumidification." Uncle Jiang was knocking on the stone mill, when he heard the words, he lowered his head and answered Uncle     Bai

    , "Don't worry, even if you are a fool who forgot, I will not forget it."

There, the subordinates worked extremely fast, and the house had to be built within a month or two as soon as possible, otherwise when it rained in the mountains, the house would have to wait until the Year of the Monkey.

    Time passed little by little, more and more wood piled up next to Uncle Bai, and the rain outside became less and less, and the sky was also shrouded in darkness.

    In the room at night, the oil lamp was lit and placed on the table.

    Yang Qingzhi was lying on the bed with his hands behind his head, staring at the top of the bed in a daze.

    Ever since his heart beat fast that day, he has been in this state every night before going to bed, and the scene at that time will always appear in his mind.

    Obviously, this situation never happened again, and it was normal to even get along with her, but why do you always think of this scene?

    Yang Qingzhi didn't understand, and he didn't want to find out why. There were still several months of filial piety, and even if he didn't like his parents, he couldn't do anything during this period.

    He sighed deeply, listened to the sound of rain beating on the eaves, closed his eyes, tossed and turned for a long time, and finally put on his shoes and sat on the chair.

    He took out a pen and paper, held a brush in his sharply articulated hand, and swiped his strokes on the unfolded paper, "The mind should not be born from the color, the mind should not be born from the sound, the smell, the taste, the touch, the law, and the heart should not be born... ..."

    After copying the contents of the Buddhist scriptures, Yang Qingzhi's heart slowly calmed down, and his distracting thoughts gradually disappeared. When the whole piece of paper was filled with vigorous and powerful fonts, he raised his head, and the sky light from the window came in and shone on the paper.