Don't talk about others, we also got this tractor's help thanks to Xiao Jian, didn't we?
Otherwise, think about it: in previous years, weren't people also rushing to harvest in the fields at this time?
A few years ago, during the autumn harvest, there was a heavy rain, and the whole village lay in the fields crying. Do you remember?
Liu Weimin frowned deeply as he looked out the window at the heavy rain.
"It's precisely because I remember everything that I'm worried."
Wang Guihua understood perfectly well that everyone in the surrounding villages was interconnected, with distant relatives, in-laws, and cousins. In the future, if anyone encountered difficulties, they would inevitably come to her for help.
They're all relatives; who among them could just stand by and watch their relative starve to death?
"Don't talk about that. Why don't you let people go and take a look at the greenhouse? With the situation like this year, no one's grain will survive. You're not taking good care of your greenhouse. I guess they're all counting on it to make money."
Liu Weimin slapped his forehead.
"Oh, right? I was thinking of forgetting something. I'll go now. When Jiefang comes back, I was thinking of having Jianshe call me."
"What are you doing? What can you possibly do in this pouring rain?"
Liu Weimin pulled the straw hat over his head and was about to go out.
"Well, I don't expect to do anything, I'm just thinking that if the weather clears up, I can hand over the grain early."
"At this rate, it's not much better than a famine year. I wouldn't even feel comfortable leaving this grain in my hands."
Upon hearing the term "famine year," Wang Guihua's expression immediately turned sour.
"Old man, is it that serious?"
If it's truly a famine year, then the burning, killing, looting, and plundering might even lead to cannibalism!
Looking at the torrential rain, Liu Weimin was also filled with worry.
"Yes, the past two years were famine years, the drought was so bad that there was nothing we could do, but this year is different. They had no harvest, but our village is doing so well. Isn't this just blatantly waiting for others to be jealous?"
Wang Guihua still couldn't quite believe it, and clung to a sliver of hope. They were all neighbors, and she didn't want to think the worst of them.
"But our village helped them make money this year, how could they be so heartless?"
Liu Weimin didn't say anything, and went out into the rain.
Liu Jianshe said quietly,
"Mom, what kind of world is this? You still believe in conscience?"
Have you forgotten those people who came to block the door demanding food that year?
"Have a conscience?"
Liu Weimin had never acted so decisively before.
On the afternoon of the day the heavy rain started, Liu Jiefang braved the rain and came back home.
It rained heavily and lightly for three days, and the sun finally peeked out from behind the clouds after three days.
Almost as soon as the sky cleared, Liu Weimin called the militia and organized the villagers to load the grain onto trucks. Tractors and oxcarts went together, followed by villagers carrying loads on shoulder poles. It was a grand procession that went directly to the commune's grain station.
The first thing they did upon returning was to distribute the grain.
Almost every year, the grain was distributed after the public grain was handed over. The villagers, who were not particularly oblivious, did not notice anything wrong. However, the elderly in the village have never been happy since then, and they have picked up their old pipes again.
When Jian Dan and the others came to distribute the grain, several elderly people and village officials, including Liu Weimin, were still there, reminiscing.
"In Liujiatun and Xiaowangzhuang, those villages are quick and efficient. The villagers have been working non-stop. As soon as the tractors arrived, they started loading them onto the trucks. They even arranged for people to unload them. There was no delay at all. They worked in large groups and got things done quickly. We can't manage the remaining nooks and crannies, but they must be secretly happy about this place."
That won't do. They have to carry everything back by themselves, slowly grinding it down with oxcarts. They still can't finish collecting it all.
Chengjiabaozi, Lijiazhuang, and two others who came with them arrived late. Secretary Lin had already left half a day ago when they arrived. So, even though it's first-come, first-served, they still have to be ranked later.
Everyone was rushing to get things done, and Qian, the educated youth, even went to find Jiefang. The two of them took turns driving, keeping the tractor running even when they stopped. They said the tractor was practically smoking, but that was how it went. It couldn't keep up with the heavy rain; they were truly at their wits' end.
It wasn't that Liu Weimin was gloating. Whenever a village was affected by disaster, it would affect his own village to some extent. He didn't want to watch the spectacle, but he couldn't help others and suffer in silence.
"Jiefang must be exhausted too."
Liu Jiefang, still sitting in the corner, remained his usual taciturn self.
"Um."
After waiting for a long time without hearing the next sentence, the group exchanged glances and sighed in silence.
Liu Weimin continued,
“I went to a meeting and saw them. They were all exhausted, like they had conjunctivitis. They said the corn stalks in the field were almost rotten, and there were still so many corn kernels on them that hadn’t been picked.”
I thought if we helped them out, they would be fine. But it turns out that apart from Liu Jiaxiang's village and Xiaowangzhuang, the other villages were completely unprepared and just waiting for our tractor to arrive.
So you're saying, everyone knows it's going to rain, but there's only a short timeframe, how do you divide it up? You can't just let any village have its own rain, can you?
"A few hours for one village, that's half a day. If we can't finish harvesting, how can you blame me?"
Master Liu exhaled a smoke ring.
“Sure, for those of us who are close, like the Liu family, let’s just consider it a matter of friendship.”
Those who don't know what's good for them are all arranged by Secretary Lin. The support has arrived, and if you don't make good use of it, who can you blame?
"Don't even mention them, our grain was rushed to completion, and it's only been drying for a few days! It's not even completely dry yet!"
Looking at the educated youth lining up to receive their grain rations, he lowered his head and thought for a moment.
"The educated youth didn't hold back this autumn harvest, did they? And don't forget the tractor's contribution too."
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