Chapter 94 Chapter 94 Chapter Ninety-four...

Chapter 94

The village chief opened his mouth but said nothing as he took the telegram from Weisheng. He then reminded Weisheng to be careful while working, not to hurt himself, and to come back when he was tired. Seeing that Weisheng had listened obediently, he put his hands behind his back and left.

Seeing the village chief leave, Pang Sihai walked over and asked in a low voice, "Are you okay?"

Weisheng shook his head, "It's okay."

Seeing this, Pang Sihai said nothing more. He reached out and patted Weisheng on the head twice, then went away.

When the time was almost up, the production team leader began to call the roll and then took everyone to the public fields.

Weisheng was walking with a godmother named Hu, and they kept telling her not to catch a cold these days, and to tell them if she had a stomachache during her period.

Fearing that Weisheng wouldn't take it seriously, he even used an alarmist tone to tell Weisheng, "This is no small matter."

Weisheng himself studied both Chinese and Western medicine, so he wasn't uncomfortable with such intimate topics. Knowing they were worried about developing uterine cold from falling into the water, he decided to use the physiological conditions of menstruation to determine if the woman was okay.

Weisheng nodded obediently, and while walking hand in hand with her, he quietly took the pulse of Aunt Hu.

Well, she has a lot of ailments, but now they are just minor ones. But when she gets older, each of these minor ailments will be enough to cause her a lot of trouble.

Well, let alone her, Zhang Zhang’s health is not much better than others.

Zhang Zhang was born prematurely. Even though the villagers took great care of her, she still had developmental problems. Even if Zhang Zhang hadn't gone insane, she wouldn't have lived to see fifty.

After retracting his finger, Weisheng told Aunt Hu about some folk remedies he had heard when he was studying in the town high school.

Xing'an Village is very close to Songbei Town, only a little over half an hour's bike ride away. Zhang Zhang was attending school in town at the time, and the red sleeves movement was at its peak. So, she was picked up and dropped off by the older men in the village every day until graduation.

At this moment, Zhao Shumei mentioned a few simple folk remedies for Hu Ganma's physical condition, and her youngest son came over from behind on a bicycle.

Xia Zhenghao shouted to Weisheng with the youthful vigor and boldness that only a young man could muster: "Sister, I'll carry you!"

Seeing that it was him, Weisheng couldn't help but smile and asked him, "Where's our mother?"

Xia Zhenghao pointed behind him and said, "Chatting with Aunt Wu."

When Aunt Hu heard this, she turned back to look for Zhao Shumei and the others. Seeing this, Weisheng sat on the back of the bicycle and let Xia Zhenghao lead her through the crowd.

"Ring, ring, ring~"

The crisp sound of car bells rang from the back to the front. Xia Zhenghao also rushed out of the crowd with Weisheng, chasing the fast-moving tractor in front.

Even though Weisheng still has no interest in the countryside at this time, he is still moved by the kindness shown to him and the simplicity, purity, and enthusiasm...

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In the end, the village chief still followed his heart and went to other villages, and still said the same words given by Weisheng.

The village heads of other villages all thought that the village head of Xing'an Village was crazy.

You started the autumn harvest early just for a telegram of unknown origin?

Anyway, it's up to you whether you believe it or not, and it's up to me whether I tell it or not. I feel relieved when I tell it, and I can't care about anything else.

Some who listened to the advice organized their people to start harvesting the next day, while others who refused to listen planned to wait until after the next three days to arrange the autumn harvest.

During the day, the villagers rushed to harvest the rice in the public fields. After dinner in the evening, someone called a lot of villagers to go and harvest the rice in their own private plots.

Weisheng went to work in the public fields during the day, and went to help his godmother harvest the private plots at night, but most of the time, she stayed at home to pick the vegetables in the vegetable garden.

When the hail hits, everything will rot in the ground.

All that can be dried in the sun is dried, all that can be pickled is pickled, and some are moved by Weisheng to wooden troughs as big as horse troughs, intending to keep them in the shed first, and then consider whether to move them back to the vegetable garden depending on the situation.

As time passed, the village chief and the villagers who knew Weisheng's words spent every day and night waiting for hail, both looking forward to it and worrying about whether they should calm down the frightened children if it really came, and if there was no hail.

They worked day and night for three days. On the fourth day, when everyone was loading the last truck of rice onto the tractor's bed, the sky suddenly turned from clear to dark, and it got dark so quickly that it was visible to the naked eye.

Seeing this, Weisheng quickly found the bamboo basket he had brought from "home" this morning.

First, they took out a large piece of plastic sheeting from the bamboo basket. While calling Pang Sihai and Xia Zhenghao, the three of them quickly used a knife to cut off a piece of plastic sheeting and covered the truck bed with it, trying to prevent the rice inside from getting damaged.

Afterwards, Weisheng took Xia Zhenghao to the edge of the field. They first used a hemp rope to fix a clothesline between two trees, then put the plastic sheet on top. Finally, they tied the four corners of the plastic sheet with hemp rope and pulled it outwards...

Weisheng had just set up his simple tent when hailstones as big as soybeans began to fall.

Weisheng did not invite the villagers to come in to hide from the hail, but continued to take Xia Zhenghao to build another one next to the tree using the remaining plastic sheeting and hemp rope.

At this time, the hail was becoming more and more dense and larger, and the villagers who reacted quickly had already started to hide from the hail.

Some people ran over to hide in Weisheng's simple tent, some climbed directly into the tractor's bed, and some hid under the car. Although they were not hit by the hail, the rain that fell with the hail quickly spread under the car.

Because of the shape and height of Weisheng's two simple tents, almost everyone had to squat inside.

Weisheng had tied the four corners of the plastic sheet tightly before, so even if he encountered hailstones as big as fists, he was not worried that the plastic sheet would not be able to bear the weight and the people inside would still be hit through the layer of plastic sheet.

Another thing is that Weisheng deliberately chose an extremely tall and lush tree to build a simple tent, with the idea of ​​taking advantage of the tree's momentum.

The hail first falls on the branches and leaves, and then falls on the plastic sheet. In this way, the impact force is reduced and the people in the tent are relatively safe.

Of course, this can also protect the plastic sheet to some extent and prevent it from being leaked by hail.

The village chief stayed in the village today to lead people to dry the rice. When he found that the weather had changed, he began to organize people to store it in the warehouse.

Two-thirds of them were collected, and the remaining one-third had not been collected in time, but fortunately they were all covered with plastic sheets.

The village chief finally let go of the worry he had been holding, and began to worry about whether the people in the fields were hit by the hail.

If hailstones that big hit your head... the village chief became more and more worried and kept pacing back and forth at the warehouse door. Then the village chief began to blame himself a little.

Why are you so focused on harvesting?

There is plenty of wood in the village, so why didn't he ask people to build two sheds in the fields?

The hail came and went quickly, but the heavy rain that came with the hail continued for another half an hour before it reluctantly stopped.

In the entire hour, there were no casualties among the people in Xing'an Village.

Oh, yes.

Several young men were squatting in the tent and were not playing nice. They pushed each other and pulled each other, until they all fell out of the tent. One was hit on the head by hail, another on the face, and another on the back and legs...

Then these people were hit by hailstones on the front foot, and then beaten by their own fathers and mothers on the back foot.

The roots of his thighs were twisted into purple knots, the injury was so severe!

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It can be said that the villagers have almost nothing to worry about. The only rice that has not been stored in the warehouse may be damp due to water accumulation under the plastic sheeting. There is almost no other loss.

Compared with Xing'an Village, although some villagers in other villages that followed suit to harvest were injured by hail, no one died from the hail.

All the harvested grain was saved, but the grain in the fields that was not harvested in time was almost lost by half.

The village that completely disbelieved the village chief's well-intentioned advice also suffered no casualties, but it is not known whether 30% of the rice harvest this autumn can be preserved.

Weisheng deftly set up the plastic sheeting and took out a few short and long wooden planks from the bamboo basket. He pieced together three pieces, two short and one long, to form a small stool, which he then distributed one by one to her godmothers and the aunts who usually took care of her.

As for others, there are none.

Afterwards, a group of village aunties, who were specially cared for by Weisheng, sat on their little stools and chatted about all sorts of things. Sometimes they talked about the weather, sometimes about food, sometimes about this year's prices, cloth coupons, wool, pig fat...

The others either continued to squat or sat on the ground without caring about anything, chatting about everything.

Zhang Zhang has few sisters who are married in this village, but at this moment they all pulled Weisheng over to chat about family matters.

It took only about an hour for the natural disaster to be completely over.

The production team leader led everyone back to the village. Weisheng packed up the things he had brought and put them back into the bamboo basket. He thought the dirt road was too muddy, so he smiled and took a stab at the tractor.

After returning to the village, Weisheng said that she had not slept well in the past few days, so she went home first with the bamboo basket on her back. Ye Qianqian, who had not spoken to Weisheng for three or four days, was about to catch up with him when Pang Sihai stopped her.

Ye Qianqian stopped and looked at Pang Sihai with an innocent expression, "Brother Sihai, you called me?"

Pang Sihai's gaze was icy, and his voice was cold as well. He didn't respond to Ye Qianqian's words at all, but instead looked at her with a warning: "Stay away from her!"

"Huh? Brother Sihai, what do you mean?" Ye Qianqian felt that the way Pang Sihai looked at her was as if he was looking at something dirty, and the words he said were full of disgust.

Pang Sihai ignored Ye Qianqian's question, snorted and laughed and walked away.

Ye Qianqian: “…”

Shao Xiuran walked over from the side and asked Ye Qianqian in a low voice, "What did he say to you?"

Seeing that it was Shao Xiuran, Ye Qianqian looked aggrieved and then asked Shao Xiuran in a low voice, "Do you believe that there is nothing between Zhang Zhang and Pang Sihai?"

Her own brother doesn't treat Zhang Zhang as well as Pang Sihai treats her.

Shao Xiuran and Ye Qianqian both thought that the plan to get Zhang Zhang ashore was feasible.

Both of their families came from bad backgrounds. If their families had not spent a lot of money to send them to the countryside as educated youth, they might have been sent down to the countryside by now.

Shao Xiuran's nanny was originally his father's concubine, so he never thought there was anything wrong with a man having three wives and four concubines. And Ye Qianqian was herself the daughter of a concubine.

So neither of them felt that Shao Xiuran marrying Zhang Zhang, or even having children with her, was a betrayal of their love.

Seeing that the duck that was in their mouth was about to fly away, it would be strange if the two of them were willing to let it go.

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On the other side, after Weisheng returned home, he first hung the used plastic sheet in the yard, and then went back to the space to take a shower.

After coming out of the space, Weisheng used the firewood in the yard to cook himself a bowl of clear noodle soup. He did not go into the house to eat, but took it to the shed opposite and ate it bit by bit.

As soon as they finished eating, Xia Zhenghao gave Weisheng four vegetarian buns steamed by Zhao Shumei.

Aunt Hu had fried minced meat and sour beans at home and had someone send a small bowl of it to Weisheng.

That night, as soon as it got dark, Weisheng went to the homes of her godmothers, carrying a bamboo basket on her back.

While taking a fat rabbit out of the basket and handing it to the godmother, he explained the origin of these rabbits: "I don't know when they got into the vegetable garden. When we found them, they were all killed by hail."

He originally wanted to send the rabbit back quietly under the cover of night, but when he arrived at Pang Sihai's house, he was worried and walked with Weisheng for a while until he sent him home. Only then did Pang Sihai leave.

Just by turning around, Pang Sihai saw Ye Qianqian and Shao Xiuran walking towards Weisheng's house together.

Pang Sihai: ...Why are you so worrying?