Lu Xiaomian started out with a nightmare, dreaming of extreme cold, severe drought, and floods coming one after another every night.
Others forget about their dreams, but she started making a list after her dreams.
Go up the mountain. Repair the house. Stock up on food. Build walls. Dig a cellar.
Husband Zhang Yujin did not ask, "Are you thinking too much?" He took one look at her expression, rolled up his sleeves, and turned over the old house left by his grandfather from the rafters to the foundation.
The courtyard wall was heightened, the roof was replaced with tiles, the kitchen was expanded into a curing room, terraces were opened behind the house, and cellars were dug underground.
The swallow did not come back this year. The stream is three inches shallower than in previous years. The leaves of chestnut trees in the mountains begin to curl even before autumn begins.
Zhang Yujin saw these details in his eyes, remembered them in his heart, and then continued to strengthen the chicken coop silently.
The natural disaster finally came.
People at the bottom of the mountain began to grab food, and they brought out freshly steamed grain cakes.
People at the foot of the mountain are fleeing, and Lu Xiaomian is sleeping in the pickled snow.
Heavy snow has sealed the mountain, and the fire in the small courtyard is still burning.
Despite the scorching heat and drought, the mushrooms and bean sprouts in the cellar are as fresh and tender as ever.
Floods flooded the town, and their single house was on a high platform, with no water entering.
This is a silent natural disaster, and a couple who just want to live a good life.
The apocalypse is the background, and three meals a day is the real thing.
