Chapter-53: disaster in exile, the cold storm is here
The problem is, when you arrive at the border, you have to take care of the local officials and arrange a good place for you to stay. It costs money to buy a home. If you calculate it this way, there is a shortfall of several hundred coins of silver.
Making money is urgent. Mary was doing needlework, occasionally looking up at her daughter, and then at her husband and son, feeling extremely at peace. She asked Wendy that is writing something. "What are you writing?"
Wendy Lark was about to say something when a cry of surprise came from outside, "It's going to rain." Just as he finished speaking, a strong wind blew and the trees on the roadside were blown all over the place.
The storm is coming. The greatest tribulation on the road to exile, the storm is coming!
Mary quickly pulled open the curtain, "Jerry, take off your raincoat quickly."
Wendy Lark's list of supplies included five sets of raincoats, which were tied to the roof of the carriage as they were not needed for the time being. Jerry Lark stood up quickly and took out a few straw raincoats.
Straw raincoat, bamboo hat and wooden clogs are three essential items for rainy days. Bamboo hats are not just famous in country c. there are other countries that can make them as long as they have bamboo.
Also the palm leaf umbrella and coconut leaf mats are also very famous in all the regions with this kind of trees available. There are always alternatives and fortunately Wendy got the ones she wanted early preparing for these stormy days.
The father and his two sons had just dressed and put a layer of oilcloth on the mule when the sky darkened. A flash of lightning struck and in an instant rain started with big drops as big as beans began to fall.
Wilson Lark hurriedly held the mule to prevent it from getting scared and running around. He and his two sons protected the carriage, "Wife, you and daughter sit quietly in the carriage, nothing will happen."
The rain was getting heavier, like a rain curtain hanging in the sky. The cold wind and raindrops rushed straight to the face, making people shiver.
There was a layer of tarpaulin on the roof of the mule cart, and the windows and curtains were reinforced with another layer of tarpaulin, so no matter how fierce the wind and rain were, nothing could get into the carriage.
The car was as warm as spring. The small red clay stove was purring as ginger tea was brewing. Wendy Lark and her daughter huddled in the warm quilt, feeling very comfortable. Wendy Lark leaned over the car window and looked outside.
Looking at her father and brother standing in the wind and rain to guard her, her heart was filled with warmth. Although the long road of exile is extremely difficult, it is great to have family members supporting each other.
They had made all the necessary preparations early on, so everything was in good order and under control. But others were not so lucky, and the team was in chaos. In the storm, everyone was running around like flies.
Most people didn't prepare rain gear, and there were no cars to take shelter from the rain. This was a barren wilderness with no village or shop in sight. For a moment, screams and cries were heard everywhere.
The officers were prepared and put on straw raincoats to maintain order. They formed a circle with carriages and ordered everyone to stay inside and not run around. If you dare to escape, you will be killed without mercy.
The exiled prisoners were whipped several times, and the pain made them sober up. They could only squat on the ground with their heads in their hands, letting the heavy rain pour down on them.
Soon they became soaked like drowned rats, shivering from the cold rain. The Lark family's main branch was also caught off guard by the sudden heavy rain. Only ten sets of raincoats were prepared, which was not enough for everyone in the family.
The only thing to be thankful for was that Old lady Lark had previously complained that the donkey cart was open-topped and the autumn sun was very strong, so she asked her descendants to use four bamboo poles to prop up a piece of oilcloth to make a canopy.
Zaman Lark was the head of the family. He immediately distributed raincoats to the men in the family and also gave one to the old lady.
The women holding young children were arranged to take shelter under the canopy, while the men sat in a circle outside holding a few bamboo poles to provide protection.
But, those mistresses were miserable, they got nothing, their positions were limited, and they could only stand helplessly in the rain. People were standing close to each other, and Old lady Lark was surrounded in the middle, but she still felt cold.
There was a chill in her bones that made her feel uncomfortable. The wind and rain were so strong that everyone's faces were wet. They couldn't open their eyes and were shivering from the cold. They could only huddle together for warmth.
For a moment, the rain formed a line, and it felt like there was a hole in the sky. In the violent storm, the bamboo poles were toppling over and over, and the straw was swaying, which was really terrifying.
The old lady clutched her collar tightly, looked up at the tent, and frowned, "Son, the rain is too heavy, the tent seems to be unable to hold up." Zaman lark's eyes were full of worry and annoyance.
He didn't expect the storm to come so suddenly and be so severe. If I had known this would happen, I would have tried my best to get a carriage. Who would have thought that what he envied most now were those who owned horse-drawn and mule-drawn carriages.
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