In the middle of the night, Song Ruan suddenly woke up, her heart pounding.
"Boom--" the sound of thunder and rain came into my ears.
Song Ruan lifted the quilt, put on her coat, and pushed the small wooden window of the room to the side.
What caught my eye was the dark sky and the heavy rain, which fell on the leaves with a crackling sound.
Those who heard it felt their hearts sink.
At daybreak, notices were delivered door to door.
"Song Xiaomei, tell your family that it's raining now so they can't go to work. They should wait at home first, and then go to the wheat fields to harvest when the rain stops."
Li Shengli, the eldest son of the village chief, stood at the gate of the yard. After giving instructions to Song Ruan, he prepared to notify the next household.
"Brother Li, wait a minute." Song Ruan called him, "Brother Li, will this rain continue to fall?"
"It probably won't happen. It rained in previous years, but for safety reasons, we can only wait until the rain stops before rushing to harvest. If it rains for a day or two, the wheat will collapse, which will increase the difficulty of harvesting and reduce the profit. But there is nothing we can do about it."
"What if it keeps raining heavily?"
"That shouldn't be the case. Why are you asking that all of a sudden?"
Song Ruan shook her head: "I'm just a little worried. I always feel that the rain won't stop anytime soon."
"No, it won't happen. Don't worry too much, little girl. I'll go to the next house to notify you."
"Yeah, okay." Song Ruan nodded and said nothing more.
Song Ruan had no memory of this rain in her dream, and she didn't know how many days it would rain. However, after the natural disaster, people starved to death in the village, so she couldn't help but wonder in her heart, could it be that before the natural disaster, the villagers had insufficient food at home?
After a while, when the family woke up, they were subconsciously happy to hear that they didn't have to go to work. After all, they had been harvesting for several days in a row and were very tired.
But they waited until evening and it was dark, but the sky still didn't clear up. The rain kept falling.
After dinner, Yang Bin came to find her in the rain, and Song Ruan told him her guess.
She mentioned this to her family today, and they were relatively optimistic. They felt that autumn rain rarely fell continuously.
Yang Bin leaned against the door of Song Ruan's room and listened to her tell about the natural disaster in her dream and her own speculations.
He pondered her words for a moment before saying, "I think your guess makes sense."
Song Ruan's eyes lit up: "Really? You also think my guess makes sense, right? They are all so optimistic that I am doubting myself."
Seeing her aggrieved and cute look, Yang Bin couldn't help but be infected by the good mood.
He touched her head and smiled silently: "Don't be angry, if it rains again tomorrow, I will go to the village chief to discuss countermeasures. And during this period of time, I will also find a way to store food, so don't worry."
Yang Bin glanced at Song's father who had been walking back and forth here several times. He smiled helplessly and said, "You can also tell your family about the food storage. I'll go back first, otherwise my uncle might kick me out."
Hearing what he meant, Song Ruan smiled and said, "Well, you should go back soon."
At night, the rain that had been falling all day seemed to have eased a little.
But the next day, there were lightning and thunder again, and there was no sign of the rain stopping.
Now the village chief was panicked, and even the villagers who could have rested started to panic.
After all, food is everyone's lifeline.
On the third day of continuous rain, they could no longer wait and the village chief immediately issued a notice.
"All the villagers, young and old, went into the wheat fields in the rain, only to cut or shear the wheat ears, and then took them back, placing the wet wheat ears on the heated kang to dry them. Each person was assigned one acre of land."
After all, if the rain continues, the wheat will be soaked and moldy, so we can only grab as much as we can.
Song Ruan's family was accompanied by his father and three brothers, each carrying a basket.
Because women are weak, the men of the Song family refused to let Song Ruan and Song's mother go no matter what.
Therefore, they could only cook ginger soup at home and then take it to the fields so that they could drink a cup to warm themselves up during the harvest.
"Mom, you hold the ginger water and wait for Dad and my brothers. I will take these two pots to Yang Bin." Song Ruan handed several pots to Song's mother.
Song's mother took it and told her, "Okay, go ahead. Remember to drink some yourself. The autumn rain is very cold. Don't catch a cold. A girl can't catch a cold."
"Okay mom, I got it."
The road was slippery due to the rain, and the muddy path in the field was not easy to walk on. Song Ruan walked carefully, carrying two pots of ginger water.
"Oh, you walk so gracefully. If you don't know me, you might think you are a lady from the city."
A mocking voice came from the front. Song Ruan looked up and saw that it was Old Lady Zhao.
She stood on the path holding an umbrella. In the wheat field, Chen Hongying was bending over and cutting wheat ears.
"Eh, why her? Where's Zhao Jianguo?"
Song Ruan was very curious, but regretted it after asking, as expected.
Old Mrs. Zhao raised her chin and said proudly, "Why are you asking me about Jianguo? Are you still unwilling to give up on him? Don't even think about it."
Song Ruan: “…”
"I think too much. I just found it strange that it was Chen Hongying who was working, not Zhao Jianguo."
"What's so strange about this? My Jianguo is a man who studies with a pen. How can he do this kind of farm work every day? Naturally, she should do it."
"Yes, yes, you are right." I can't afford to offend you.
In her dream, Song Ruan had already witnessed the old lady's strange values.
If you try to argue with her about right and wrong, she will only drag you down to the same IQ level as you and cause you to rub against each other.
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