The brother-in-law and sister-in-law were harvesting wheat in the rain, and before noon, the whole village knew about it.

Li Lide was furious and shouted, "Nonsense! Tell him to stop right now! Is the matter of grain something he can just decide based on his wife's whims?!"

Li Shiqing's father was puffing on his pipe, looking down at the rain-soaked sky and saying, "This rain definitely won't stop tomorrow, and even if it does, it's impossible for it to clear up in just a couple of days."

Grandpa Li is eighty-three years old this year. Apart from being a little hard of hearing, he is still very clear-headed.

He farmed all his life and had a very accurate grasp of the seasons.

"Grandpa, what should we do?" Li Shiqing's son, Li Shuxian, asked.

"What can we do? The wheat that wasn't harvested is doomed!"

“If we take it back now, is there any hope? If it is, I’ll take my brothers and work with Brother Dahai!” Li Shuxian stood up, and his three younger brothers also looked at their father and grandfather.

Old Master Li shook his head: "The weather is bad. Wheat that has been rained on will sprout even if harvested. You should save your energy."

"Why!"

Li Shiqing sighed repeatedly.

We should have put in more effort and harvested more wheat back then!

Li Shiqing was displeased and cursed, "That kid Li Lide has been stingy since he was a kid! When we played in the mud together as children, he wouldn't even pee, saying he wanted to save it for composting at home. If he had brought back a few more sickles this time, he probably would have finished harvesting by now!"

When Shen Heng returned home at noon, his hair was still wet, even though he was wearing a raincoat and a hat.

The raincoat was not breathable, and Chen Heng was drenched in sweat, his chest and back completely soaked.

He rolled up his trousers and washed his feet in the yard. His cloth shoes weren't waterproof, and the skin on his feet was all chapped from being soaked.

"Heng-ge, did you go to harvest the wheat?"

Bai Jiaojiao stared blankly at the wheat ears stuck to her raincoat, tears welling up in her eyes.