The village chief of Xiaohulu Village was at a loss after receiving the news. The people from Dahulu Village took the news and left without saying anything else.
The head of Xiaohulu Village quickly called together several old men in the village for a meeting.
It is said that an old person in the family is like a treasure. They are knowledgeable and always have different opinions.
Moreover, since it concerns food, he himself does not dare to make a decision easily.
Several elderly people also had different opinions. Some felt that the people in Dahulu Village were worrying too much, and this year it was clearly a blessing from God.
It would be a pity to harvest the grain now. How much grain will be lost? It makes me sad just thinking about it.
There are also people who have the same idea as Dahulu Village, thinking that it is safer to store the grain in advance. After all, the weather this year is too weird.
Both sides insisted on their own opinions and argued fiercely.
"How about we start harvesting tomorrow and wait and see while harvesting?" The village chief came up with a compromise.
The others had no better idea and had to agree.
So, the people in Xiaohulu Village also began to sharpen their sickles, preparing to cut the rice tomorrow.
The villagers of Dahulu are very efficient. Everyone has a clear division of labor and takes advantage of the scorching sun to dry, thresh, bag and store the rice.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they knew that every last grain of food had been stored in the warehouse.
But looking at the bright sunny sky, everyone's heart began to ache again.
Others had just started harvesting a few days ago, and the heavy rice was so enviable. Their village's output this year was going to be at the bottom.
The people in Xiaohulu Village were also feeling lucky that they had not acted quickly in the past few days and the losses were not so serious.
However, accidents always happen unexpectedly.
Just as everyone was sleeping soundly, a flash of lightning streaked across the sky, as if to tear the sky apart.
Thunder followed, as if to blow up everything between heaven and earth.
Before anyone could react, heavy rain began to pour down.
The sky seemed to be torn into countless holes, and the rain poured out like wild horses.
The raindrops hitting my body made my exposed skin feel a dull pain.
Everyone then realized that the grain in the threshing ground had not yet been collected.
Everyone tried to rescue him, but the water was too high.
The rain washed the ground, and a lot of rice was carried away by the water.
The rice that had not yet been harvested was thrown directly into the ground.
So people had to be arranged to harvest the crops in the fields.
It was pitch dark and raining heavily, and the rice had to be picked up from the ground and cut bit by bit.
Everyone's sweat and rain were mixed together, and it was hard to tell whether it was rain, sweat, or tears on their faces.
I only know that if we rescue more now, we will have more life-saving food in the future.
The night is short yet long.
After dawn, a group of people from Dahulu Village came and helped Xiaohulu rescue food without saying a word.
The more you can harvest, the better. If you keep soaking it in water, it will sprout soon.
It took three days of harvesting before everyone finally collected all the grain from the fields.
Every household has grain hanging inside and outside their houses, for fear that the grain will get moldy and sprout if piled together.
Despite this, two-thirds of the grain sprouted.
Everyone was filled with joy and sorrow as they looked at the house full of grain. No matter what, at least they had collected it.
The heavy rain lasted for five whole days, and it seemed to stop when all the water in the sky was drained away.
Looking at the sunny weather, many people burst into tears.
Those villages that were quick to harvest and dry the grain suffered almost no harvest, and less than 30% of the grain was saved as it was washed away by the rain.
On the contrary, the grain in the fields can still be rescued. Even if it sprouts, it is still grain.
Dahulu Village suffered the least losses this time because they harvested the grain so many days in advance.
The grain had already been stored before the heavy rain came, only some production was lost.
No one knows about it except Xiaohulu Village.
Xiaohulu Village was a little better off than the others. Some of the crops were harvested and stored at the beginning, and later on, with the help of Dahulu, a lot of them were rescued.
People in both villages knew it tacitly. Since the losses this year were so severe, they wanted to see what the higher-ups had to say first.
Xiaojia Village is a well-known advanced village. Their village has plenty of sunshine and its annual output is slightly better than that of other villages.
Moreover, the crops in their village will mature some time earlier than those in other villages.
This time is the same. They have harvested and threshed the grain and are just waiting to dry it for another day or two before putting it into storage.
Who knew that after a heavy rain, everything would be gone.
The team leader of Xiaojia Village, a man in his fifties, cried bitterly in front of the commune leaders.
What's the point of saving face? Can you eat it?
Everyone has run out of food a long time ago and is counting on the new grain to save their lives. Now how can the whole village survive?
Although the other villages were not as miserable, they were not having an easy time either.
The commune had no choice. Rules were rules, and the grain that was due had to be paid.
However, the situation this year is special, so just pay as much as you can.
Just owe the rest for now and pay it back slowly later.
How much can we pay? No one can even afford less, let alone more.
It was the Xiao family who took the lead. Not only did their village have no grain to pay, but they also had to ask the commune for relief grain.
There are hundreds of lives in the village. We can’t just watch them disappear in vain.
The commune leader also wanted to help, but he was powerless and could only report it up the chain of command.
After two years of suffering, the organization was also severely damaged.
In the end, everyone was in debt and there was no relief food.
However, out of humanitarianism, the commune still asked other villages to donate some food to the Xiao family.
What is food at this time? It is life. No one is willing to do that.
But since the leader is taking the lead, they have no choice but to obey. What if they make the leader angry and ask everyone to hand over the food they have?
I had to reluctantly move out some food.
It's a drop in the bucket for the Xiao family, but it's better than nothing.
Although Song Jinxiu didn't understand it so clearly, there were two soldiers in her family.
I have heard some rumors and know that this year's disaster is not over yet.
Especially in Yang City, several villages under it also had no harvest.
After hearing the news, Song Jinxiu prepared a lot of things and sent them back.
After thinking about it, I sent a copy to Aunt Yang as well.
Since I arrived in Daxing Village, I have been taken care of by Aunt Yang. Although my adoptive father paid me, Aunt Yang is really caring.
I haven't contacted her for a long time, and I don't know what's going on with Aunt Yang now.
However, Song Jinxiu had not yet figured out how to tell her about her life experience, so she just sent the things anonymously and did not write a letter to inform her.
A few days after the items were sent out, Song Jinxiu received a letter from the village.
Tell Song Jinxiu that the village is doing well and the impact is not significant.
It turned out that they sent a letter to Song Jinxiu after the matter was resolved because they were afraid that she would worry after hearing the news.
However, the letter was delivered slowly, and Song Jinxiu only received it now.
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