Everyone covered themselves tightly.
Xiaomi also saw how they caught the locusts. They used long cloth curtains, tied them to bamboo poles, and swooped down to catch large swathes of them.
After Jiang Hu rested for a while, he covered up the children, carried them into the kitchen, where Aunt Yang and the second wife were already cooking.
They had made do during the day, but for dinner, they needed to prepare something decent.
Fortunately, their kitchen and the adjacent woodshed had a small door connecting them, so they didn't have to worry about getting their grain and cured meat snatched by the locusts.
"These locusts are terrifying; the sorghum stalks in the field don't even have a single leaf left."
Last night, they only used scythes to cut off the sorghum heads and brought them home, leaving the stalks in the field, which now truly only had bare stalks left.
"The weather looks like it's about to rain. Once it rains, there should be much fewer locusts."
