Yu Yue smiled and shook her head, her eyes full of love.

She gently took out a handkerchief from her pocket and carefully wiped away the large beads of sweat on Xie Yan's forehead, saying softly, "It's alright, I'm used to this heat."

Xie Yan held her hand, looked intently into Yu Yuehui's eyes, and said seriously, "That won't do, wife. You're not the same as before; you're carrying our child."

"If you accidentally get heatstroke or catch a cold, it will be troublesome."

"As you know, many medications are not suitable for pregnant women, and you'll be the one who suffers the most."

Yu Yue quickly and obediently replied, "I know, I was very careful the whole way. Look, I avoided the cool places to walk here, and there's not a single bead of sweat on my forehead."

"Try the mung bean water I brought you. I specially chilled it in the well."

Xie Yan took the kettle, poured the water into the lid, and took a small sip.

Instantly, a cool sensation spread down his throat, and he looked at Yu Yuehui with delight: "Wife, it's still ice-cold! You even added sugar, it's so sweet!"

The sunlight shone on the two of them, creating a warm and beautiful scene that temporarily dispelled the fatigue brought on by the busy farming season.

Looking at Xie Yan's sun-reddened cheeks, Yu Yuehui's eyes were full of heartache and concern. A slight smile played on her lips as she softly asked, "How is it? Is it good?"

Xie Yan nodded eagerly, a satisfied expression on his face. "It's delicious! Have you had some?"

"I've already had some at home. You should drink more to cool down."

"Don't let me be fine while you get heatstroke," Yu Yuehui said gently, her gaze never leaving Xie Yan.

Xie Yan finished a lid of mung bean water in one gulp, and still wanting more, he handed the lid back to her, saying, "Wife, pour me some more."

Yu Yuehui smiled as she took the lid, then poured Xie Yan a full lidful, instructing, "Drink slowly, there's plenty more."

Xie Yan picked up the lid, looked at Yu Yuehui, and brought it to her lips again, "Would you like some too?"

Yu Yuehui shook her head gently, her eyes filled with a hint of helplessness. "No, I've already had some at home."

"And, have you forgotten? I can't drink too much iced food."

Upon hearing this, Xie Yan couldn't help but burst into laughter, a sly look on his face. "I haven't forgotten. I was just testing you to see if you had."

Yu Yuehui couldn't help but chuckle, gently poking Xie Yan's forehead and scolding, "Childish!"

After Xie Yan finished his drink, taking advantage of the moment when Yu Yuehui was blocking him, Xie Yan secretly switched the water jug ​​with the one in his spatial storage.

In this way, he will be able to continue drinking the cool mung bean soup later.

Just as Xie Yan was secretly pleased with himself, a sharp scream suddenly came from next door.

The sudden sound startled Xie Yan, causing his hand to tremble violently. His heart skipped a beat, and he looked in the direction from which the sound came, fearing that his actions had been discovered.

In that instant of looking up, his mind raced, already figuring out how to get away with it.

However, when he looked in that direction, he found that no one was looking at him; they were all looking in one direction.

He turned his head in surprise and met Yu Yuehui's gaze. Both of them looked bewildered and shaken, as if asking each other, "What happened?"

Just then, the voices of other people came from the other side.

Xie Yan listened carefully and realized that the newly arrived educated youth had fainted.

He quickly stopped Yu Yuehui, who was itching to go and check, and walked over himself.

Upon closer inspection, Xie Yan was both amused and exasperated.

He couldn't help but recall the scenes often described in novels of fully armed soldiers harvesting wheat, never expecting that he would actually encounter such a scene in real life.

Look at this weather! The sun is blazing, and the temperature is probably over forty degrees Celsius, yet people still dare to wrap themselves up completely.

Doesn't she know that in such high temperatures, even slightly exposed skin can get sunburned?

Do you really think that the female educated youth who arrived early and the girls in the village didn't care about beauty?

Who doesn't want to look clean and white? But aren't we all wearing loose shirts and trousers, and a straw hat?

This way, you can get adequate shade from the sun without feeling too uncomfortable.

It's no wonder that someone like this educated youth, who wrapped himself up so tightly, would suffer from heatstroke and faint.

As for those grown men wearing vests, they've been exposed to the sun for decades, and their skin has become quite thick and tough, so they're unlikely to get sunburned at this temperature.

Soon, several enthusiastic villagers gathered around and removed the cloth covering the educated youth's face.

A pale face appeared, covered in sweat, its hair soaked and clinging to its face as if it had just been caught in a rain.

After these restraints were removed, a sturdy old woman squatted down without saying a word, picked up the young woman on her back, and hurriedly carried her to Zhao Dezhi's house, which was the village's temporary medical point.

Seeing that everyone had already been seen off, the squad leader walked over quickly with a serious expression, shouting at the top of his lungs, "What are you doing? What are you all doing?"

"Hurry up and harvest the wheat! Have you finished today's task?"

"You're all wasting your time here!"

That shout was like a command.

The crowd that had been gathered together suddenly scattered like startled birds, returning to their respective positions and continuing to work.

The sounds of wheat harvesting echoed through the fields once again, as if the little incident had never happened.

This year's situation is quite optimistic; the team has acquired a tractor, which has been a great help.

Wherever tractors can pass, there's no longer a need to carry wheat by hand with great difficulty.

However, the village is surrounded by mountains, and many mountain roads are rugged and narrow, making it impossible for vehicles to travel. The wheat harvested in those areas still has to be carried back by manpower, bundle by bundle.

Summer weather is like a child's face, changing in an instant and unpredictable.

In previous years, everyone had suffered enough from the unpredictable weather.

Previously, there was no other way but to wait until all the wheat had been harvested before daring to start transporting it back. But this year, with tractors, the situation is completely different.

In places accessible by road, the wheat harvested each morning can be transported back to the threshing ground by tractors in trip after trip by afternoon.

Watching the wheat on the threshing floor pile up like small mountains over time, the villagers felt a sense of security and became more at ease.

Every day when Xie Yan finished work, his legs felt like they were filled with lead, and he could only drag his heavy steps forward slowly.