"Old woman, whose land is that? Why is it confiscated?"
Zhou Juan was busy moving rice. When she heard her husband's words, she looked up and gasped.
"Oh my god, there is such a large piece of land."
"Hey, I'm asking who your family is."
The village chief really didn't expect that after the villagers had been working hard for a whole day and night, there were still people who could hold their temper and refused to cut at all.
Zhou Juan had already reacted by now and said casually, "Whose house could it be? The old house of the Yang family."
"The old house of the Gui family?"
"We have food, we have food. What's wrong? Didn't you notify the old house?"
I was working in the cellar, sweating profusely and without food, when I heard my father's words. I shouted, "Dad, I knocked on the door of our old house on purpose, and Uncle Gui said he knew."
"Grandpa, I saw Grandpa Gui going to the fields." Zebao ran home from outside and said.
When the village chief heard what his son and grandson were saying, he knew exactly what Gui Gui was thinking.
It’s simply because I think it’s too early to harvest the rice now, and I want to wait another ten days or half a month until the rice grows full.
If he could really wait until that time, he would also like to wait.
Zebao had never seen his grandfather look so ugly, with both sides of his eyebrows wrinkled together.
I didn't dare to talk to my grandfather anymore. I was walking towards home, but I turned around quietly.
The village chief naturally didn't notice his grandson's little trick. He sighed for a long time and said helplessly, "Forget it. I believe I have fulfilled my responsibilities to the village. If someone insists on not listening, what can I do?"
Zhou Juan and the village chief have been together for so many years that they know their old man very well.
Seeing the old man staring blankly at the unharvested rice fields, you could tell he was suppressing his pain in his heart.
He threw the rice in his arms to the ground, sat down next to the village chief, and whispered, "Old man, everyone has their own destiny. You have done what you should do. As long as you have a clear conscience, that's all."
"Perhaps Gui felt he was at a disadvantage by harvesting the rice and wanted to let it grow a few more days."
When Zhou Juan advised the village chief not to think too much and take all the responsibility on himself.
Ninety-nine percent of the households in the village brought home the rice harvested from their fields.
Looking at the overflowing cellar, many people slumped on the ground, unwilling to get up.
"Buzz buzz buzz..."
The sound came from far away.
"Buzz buzz buzz..."
"Buzz buzz buzz..."
"What's that sound?"
The village head and his wife were sitting on the doorstep, looking up into the distance. They saw a shocking natural scene, and they were both horrified.
"Hurry, hurry, come in."
"Where's Zebao?"
"Just went out."
"I'll go find him, you go inside first."
"Dad, you and mom go back to the house first, I'll go look for her."
As soon as he came out of the cellar, he heard his parents talking and ran out the door, shouting as he ran.
"Zebao, Zebao, where are you?"
"Dad, Dad, I'm here."
Not far away, Zebao was running home quickly with his little feet.
When Youliang saw his son, he ran over quickly, picked him up and ran away with his head down.
When he got home, he was pulled into the house by his mother.
"Zebao, where have you been playing?"
"Dad, I was playing by the river, and Sister Yue passed by and asked me to come over."
Mengyue's home.
Wan Niang was sleeping in bed when she heard the sound. She jumped up and said in confusion, "Wanniang, did you hear that? It's a buzzing sound."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
