The team leader stood on the edge of the field, gazing at the sky.
After briefly clearing up, the sky became gloomy again, and the uneasy feeling in his heart became stronger.
He turned to look at the busy villagers behind him. Their faces were full of fatigue, but they did not complain.
"Then it's settled. We'll move as much as we can tonight."
Under the command of the team leader, the villagers took quick action.
Some of them carried food on shoulder poles, some pushed food on carts, and some carried food in backpacks, transporting it all the way to the back mountain.
Amidst the busy crowd, the team leader rode his bicycle towards the commune.
After arriving at the commune, he knocked on Director Zhang's office door, feeling a little nervous.
"Come in."
The captain took a deep breath and walked in.
Director Zhang was a thin middle-aged man wearing glasses. When he saw the team leader coming, he asked with a smile.
"Old Dong, why are you here?"
"Director Zhang, I'm here to tell you something."
Director Zhang slowly put down the pen in his hand, gently took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes slightly tiredly, and then looked at the team leader seriously.
"Boss, what's the matter that requires you to come here in person?"
The captain hesitated for a moment, took a deep breath, and said, "Director, look at the weather! It was suffocatingly hot a few days ago, and now it's suddenly become gloomy. I'm afraid it's going to rain heavily. Our newly harvested crops are still drying in the fields. If it really rains heavily, everything will be ruined."
Director Zhang frowned and looked at the team leader. "Old Dong, you and I are both farmers. Don't we know how unpredictable the weather is? You said it would rain heavily, but how could it possibly rain heavily? Just look at what you said and see if you believe it or not."
After hearing this, the team leader's first reaction was that he didn't believe it. Wasn't it those young educated youth who said that he was a little scared, so he ran over to instigate Director Zhang in a fit of rage?
Director Zhang frowned when he saw that he was silent. "Old Dong, you are not exhausted from the rush to harvest these days, are you?"
The captain thought that since he was already here, he might as well give a reminder. There was no harm in doing so, so he continued with a stiff upper lip.
"Director, I've been thinking the same thing. The wheat is almost harvested. If a rainstorm causes heavy losses, wouldn't all the hard work of the villagers over the past six months be in vain?"
Director Zhang frowned after hearing what the captain said. He also understood the captain's concerns.
But he was in a difficult situation. He was just a small director and no one would believe him if he talked nonsense without any real evidence.
"But you told me this without any evidence, there's nothing I can do!"
"Director, I understand. Can you please remind each brigade leader of this? It's up to you whether you believe it or not."
Director Zhang pondered for a moment after hearing this. "That's easy. Just tell them it might rain, so be sure to store the food."
The captain was delighted when he heard this and quickly thanked him, "Thank you, Director! I feel much more at ease with your words."
Regardless of whether it rains or not, this sentence has been brought up, and whether to take precautions or not is not something he should consider.
"By the way, Director, those people in the cowshed of each brigade..." The brigade leader paused, seeming to find it difficult to speak.
But Director Zhang immediately understood what he meant and his expression became even more serious.
"This is a bit difficult. They are bad elements. If we help them, we will suffer too." Director Zhang said in a low voice, his tone full of worry and helplessness.
At this point, Director Zhang changed the subject and said, "Old Dong, you're not going to do anything stupid, are you?"
The captain shook his head like a rattle and hurriedly denied it.
"No, absolutely not, Director. I was thinking that if there was a heavy rain and the cowshed was leaking, if something unexpected happened, our brigade's reputation would be ruined."
Director Zhang pondered for a moment before slowly speaking, "I understand your concerns, but these days, those people in the cowshed... whoever gets involved with them will be in trouble." His tone was filled with bitterness and helplessness.
The captain also knew that he had spoken out of turn, so he stood there and said nothing more.
Director Zhang sighed and said, "I'll talk to the higher-ups about this. If they don't agree, there's nothing I can do." His voice was filled with fatigue and helplessness.
The captain breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this. "Thank you, Director." There was a hint of gratitude and respect in his voice.
Director Zhang waved his hand and said, "No need to thank me. I know you are doing this for the good of the villagers. But don't feel burdened. No one will blame you if it doesn't rain heavily." There was a hint of relief in his tone.
The captain nodded and turned back to the village. It was almost eight o'clock, and the dark clouds in the sky were getting denser and denser, as if a rainstorm would fall at any moment.
Seeing this, the captain felt that his decision seemed to be correct.
He glanced at the busy villagers, picked up the loudspeaker and shouted, "Each family should send one person home to cook. Let's work harder today, and then we'll take a good rest after this period of time." His voice echoed in the night sky, full of strength and hope.
After hearing the captain's words, some aunts went home to cook.
On Su Mianmian's side, Yun Shu went home to prepare dinner.
Soon, each family delivered food, and the aroma of the food began to spread throughout the village, whetting people's appetites.
Seeing this, everyone began to eat voraciously, as if they wanted to swallow all their fatigue and hunger in one gulp.
Before they finished their meal, everyone felt the raindrops on their faces.
The captain's expression changed. He glanced at his two sons, Xiangnan and Xiangbei, and said, "Take a few people and get the plastic sheeting from the warehouse."
Soon, a group of people took plastic sheets and covered the newly cut wheat ears.
They were afraid that the wind would blow away the plastic sheet, so they took out sticks and stones and pressed it down.
After all the wheat was covered, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
The captain then instructed his son, "Xiao Nan, go to the cowshed and tell them to be alert at night and not to sleep too deeply. In case of heavy rain, take shelter in time."
Dong Xiangnan nodded and turned to head towards the cowshed.
"Okay, everyone go back and have a good rest."
Su Mianmian thought of the people in the Luwanwan Brigade who were washed away by the water in the novel, and turned to walk towards the brigade leader.
"Xiao Su, educated youth, what can I do for you?" the captain asked in confusion.
Su Mianmian took a deep breath and tried to make her tone sound calmer.
"Uncle Captain, I just want to ask, if the people in the bullpen encounter any accidents, will it have any impact on our team?"
After hearing what Su Mianmian said, the captain showed a relieved smile on his face.
He patted Su Mianmian's shoulder and said soothingly, "Oh, don't worry about this. I went to the commune today and found Director Zhang and told him about this. He knows how to handle it."
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