Everyone looked helplessly at the hailstones falling from the eaves to the ground with a clattering sound.
It felt like a blow to their hearts.
The crops in the fields are their lifeline, but they can't do anything about it now.
Li Dafu wiped his face hard. In the darkness and the downpour, no one saw the tears streaming down his red eyes.
"At least we managed to save the grain we harvested with the machines before. If things improve tomorrow, maybe we can..."
What else...?
Everyone present knew that even a simple downpour would likely soak the crops in the fields, let alone with the hailstorm that had struck, which kept people from leaving their roofs. How could the crops possibly survive?
Almost everyone stayed up that night.
Qingcheng.
Originally, Fan Xiaofan was humming a tune leisurely. After finishing the laundry, she wondered if she should get a washing machine, because washing clothes was both time-consuming and tiring.
While she was hanging out the laundry, she suddenly heard a loud rumble of thunder outside, and a sense of unease crept over her...
The village chief had told her before that this was the time of year when rain was the worst.
But that wasn't the worst of it. The banging noises outside gave her an even worse feeling. She opened the window, her eyes wide open.
It was hail.
Hailstones the size of fists landed on the walls and window frames, then bounced to the ground.
Fu Weidong was also startled, swallowed hard, and said, "How can there be such a big block of ice? It's not winter!"
In Fu Weidong's little mind, it rains in summer and snows in winter. It doesn't rain when the sun is out, and it doesn't snow when it's hot.
But everything before him now seemed to overturn all the knowledge he had acquired...
Fan Xiaofan was worried about the food supplies, but even more worried about the safety of the villagers. She knew that most of the houses in the village were now made of adobe, and many still had thatched roofs. She hoped that the hail might hurt someone.
The Ji family next door was also awakened by the noise outside. Mrs. Ji panicked and exclaimed, "It's the heavens being angry..."
Ji Sanfu hurriedly covered her mouth and said in a low voice, "Have you forgotten what you should and shouldn't say?"
Sister-in-law Ji hurriedly covered her mouth. If anyone heard what she was saying, she would be arrested and sent to destroy the Four Olds.
She swallowed hard, feeling flustered. She and Ji Sanfu were doing alright in the city, but her family was likely to suffer. They hadn't kept much of the grain they had harvested, and now with this natural disaster, they didn't know how to deal with the village's grain tax.
In Xiangyang Brigade, Li Dafu yelled at the people, preventing them from leaving the house. He then sent someone to carry an iron pot to the cowshed to fetch the cows and the people inside...
Otherwise, I'm afraid that if the hail comes down, neither people nor livestock will survive.
The hailstones fell, making a loud thud as they landed on the iron pot, bouncing to the side, each one bigger than a child's fist.
Someone couldn't help but say, "We don't need to care about those people being reformed in the cowshed..."
Li Dafu frowned. Those bad elements in the cowshed were, after all, human lives. He couldn't just stand by and watch them die. But in this era, there was no such rule. Everyone wanted to stay as far away from those bad elements as possible.
Even if he wanted to help those people, he couldn't get involved, so he widened his eyes and said, "What about that cow? That's our collective property, more valuable than you..."
After he said that, no one spoke up, and the strong young men went to help out at the cowshed.
Li Dafu urged the villagers to move to the houses on this side of the field, since they were brick and tile houses, which were more sturdy than the thatched houses that everyone lived in.
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