Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability

And An Jiuyue went to the bamboo forest again.

There are so many people under the tree, how can there be so many bowls in her family, so she can only go to the bamboo forest to chop some bamboo and make do with the bamboo tube to drink.

"Jiuyue, I'm sorry to trouble you."

Aunt Ju took the bamboo tube and thanked An Jiuyue.

If it weren't for this girl, they would still be in the water, how could they be on fire and eating hot white rice porridge.

"Aunt Ju is very polite."

An Jiuyue smiled at her, turned her head, put the remaining white porridge in the pot into a large earthen pot, and then took a bunch of bamboo tubes, ready to go out.

"Jiuyue, where are you going?" Li Zheng asked when she saw that she was going out so late.

In fact, he didn't need to ask, he knew where she was going. They were drinking hot porridge here, but there were no people in the cave. Maybe they didn't even have fire sticks on them, and they didn't even have to bake.

"Uncle Lizheng, you are resting here. I will go to deliver porridge to the patriarch and them, and by the way, carry firewood and let them dry their clothes."

An Jiuyue turned around, said something to him, and went out alone.

"Hey."

Li Zheng looked at An Jiuyue's retreating back, and sighed again.

"What a good child, how can those people in the village dislike her."

He shook his head.

"Those people in the village are just idle, they are not doing well themselves, they wish that everyone else was not doing well like them, you don't care what they do, look, Jiuyue has two children, isn't it? Have a good time."

Aunt Ju heard what he said and said something.

"that is."

Immediately, someone echoed Aunt Ju's words.

"Uncle Li Zheng, let's discuss it. After the flood recedes, we can build a bigger tree house on the mountain. What do you think?" the man asked.

He has always been diligent and quick-witted. He felt that it was not a solution for his village to be flooded so often.

"Build a tree house?"

Li Zheng raised his eyebrows, but his eyes lit up.

"I think this can happen. After the flood recedes, I will discuss this with the patriarch. It is not necessary to build a tree house. It is possible to build a few grass houses on the mountain."

In their village, not to mention that there is a flood every year, but every three or five years, a flood occurs every three or five years.

If you can build a few thatched huts on the mountain, and when the rain is heavy, you can organize the people in the village to stay in the thatched huts, and then go down when it doesn't rain, then it will be successful.

"I think the bamboo raft in Jiuyue is also a good thing. The bamboo has to be chopped everywhere. Each of us makes a bamboo raft and keeps it in the yard. If there is a big flood, we will take people and food. Get on the bamboo raft, and even if it floats away, it is still on the raft."

Aunt Ju also said something.

And the bamboo raft can stand up when not in use, and it doesn't touch the ground.

Bamboo is old, even if the bamboo on the bamboo raft is cracked, it can be used for fire, and then make a new one, even if it takes a little trouble, so what?

In short, it can't be like this again, it's terrible.

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On this side, a group of people began to talk about their ideas, thinking about how to prevent the flood, while on the other side, the group of people in the cave were almost frozen.