Jiang Hexi had a rare good night's sleep.
Even in her dreams, she had a smile on her face, thinking that the thousand acres of wheat fields had finally been saved.
Unexpectedly, I was startled awake at five in the morning by the sound of a sudden downpour.
The strong winds shook the entire wooden building with devastating force, while torrential rain lashed against the structure with tremendous power, threatening to smash through the doors and windows.
She put on slippers, threw on a trench coat, and nervously opened the door, only to see Chai Fei and Yu Xiangwan standing in the corridor.
"Xi-mei, I was just about to knock on the door to call you when you came out."
Yu Xiangwan took her hand and walked outside together. "We can't avoid this typhoon, let's go downstairs first."
Jiang Hexi followed her to the first floor in a daze.
The living room was full of people; the four guests and the production crew were all gathered together.
Director Chen, holding the microphone, solemnly announced some bad news:
"As you can probably hear, the wind and rain are raging outside. The current situation is very serious."
"Unfortunately, the riverbank collapsed and floodwaters rushed in. The village committee has already started resettlement and relocation measures. After dawn, the village chief will arrange boats to come and transfer us to a safe area upstream."
Seeing that everyone around him had solemn faces, Director Chen lowered his voice and said in a rare gentle tone:
"I never expected that filming a farming reality show would coincide with such a massive rainstorm, the worst in a century in northern China."
"But that's the charm of documentary-style variety shows. No matter what we encounter, we will record everything that happens truthfully."
"All staff, please continue filming and live streaming, provided that safety is ensured. You can go back and pack your bags now."
No one mentioned the current state of the thousands of acres of wheat fields; the boundless expanse of wheat was deliberately ignored.
Jiang Hexi sat on the sofa and at one point covered her face with her hands.
She didn't know how things had turned out this way.
Even though the drains had been cleared, the weather forecast still lied to her. The torrential rain caused by the typhoon not only didn't lessen, but it intensified and swept everything away.
She was unwilling and unable to accept the fact that the wheat had been flooded.
A cool sensation came from the back of my hand.
Jiang Hexi looked up and saw Yu Xiangwan handing her a phone. "It's Auntie calling. Answer it."
In fact, Yu Xiangwan saw that she was in a bad state and was worried that something had happened to her, so she took the liberty of calling Ms. Zhou in the early hours of the morning.
Jiang Hexi took the phone and said, "Mom—"
Hearing her voice, Ms. Zhou felt relieved. "Axi, Mom heard about what happened to you over there. Don't be too sad. Don't overthink things. Take good care of yourself."
"I'm doing fine here, Mom, don't worry."
"Safety first. Just move with everyone else. I'll have your brother pick you up once the floodwaters recede."
Ms. Zhou dared not mention anything related to wheat and carefully tried to comfort her.
The two chatted for half an hour, and Ms. Zhou only dared to end the call after seeing that her mood had improved slightly.
Jiang Hexi put down her phone and looked up to see that it was already daylight outside.
The trees were broken and bent by the strong wind, and the rain fell in torrents, turning the distant wheat fields into a vast expanse of water.
She stared blankly, trying to make out which patch of wheat was theirs, but the rain blocked her view, and she couldn't see anything clearly.
"Xi-mei, have some porridge."
Yan Jie served her congee and side dishes, but she shook her head and refused.
Jiang Hexi stood up from the sofa, rubbing her sore legs and feet, and said:
"I'll go upstairs to wash up and pack my luggage before coming down to eat."
"Okay, I'll save breakfast for you."
Yan Jie watched her walk upstairs step by step, without crying or making a fuss. It was precisely because of this that he couldn't help but worry about her.
When transferring safely by boat, each person may only carry one piece of luggage.
After packing everything, Jiang Hexi took her suitcase and went downstairs.
Before the boat to pick her up arrived, she sat quietly at the long table and ate her breakfast.
Viewers in the live stream couldn't help but sigh in dismay upon seeing this.
[A thousand acres of wheat were all flooded. Even if the five chaebol leaders couldn't accept it, it breaks my heart to see it like this. It's such a waste.]
God, are you really going to be this cruel? Look what you've done to them!
[I'm sobbing, my beloved Yan Wang, how could God do this to you?]
What I can't accept is that they tried so hard, so why did it end up like this...?
Alas, in the face of natural disasters, humanity is truly as insignificant as an ant.
As the rain subsided, the boat sent by the village chief to pick up people stopped under the small banyan tree.
The three people were on a small boat during the transfer, along with a villager rowing the boat.
Chu Yang, Yan Jie, and Jiang Hexi formed one group; Chai Fei, Yu Xiangwan, and Shen Yingyu formed another group; Zhou Gongqi, Director Chen, and the assistant director formed a third group; and three other filming crew members formed a fourth group.
Jiang Hexi put on a raincoat and rain boots and went out, stepping through the deep and shallow puddles, carrying her suitcase onto the boat.
Chu Yang and Yan Jie then boarded the ship as well.
The villagers used poles at the bow to push the small boat out, while Yan Jie rowed at the stern, helping to move the boat out little by little.
Chu Yang and Jiang Hexi both lowered their heads, using the brim of their raincoats to shield themselves from the falling rain. Their mood was as low as the leaden sky above them.
Four small boats moved slowly forward in the turbulent flood.
Someone exclaimed in surprise first, and everyone looked up.
Thousands of acres of wheat fields were submerged by the flood. The vast expanse of water stretched as far as the eye could see, and the fallen wheat was being pushed and rolled underwater by the waves.
The scene was extremely shocking.
All the greenery that hadn't had a chance to bloom was swallowed up by the flood.
A suppressed sob erupted from the ship, and everyone looked towards Jiang Hexi.
She clung tightly to the gunwale, clenching her teeth, yet still let out a storm of sobs.
The sound was so mournful that it soared into the sky, even the sound of the falling rain was suppressed.
As Chu Yang watched the torrent of tears streaming down her face, he could no longer hold back. Tears welled up in his eyes, and he burst into tears, becoming a sobbing mess.
Yan Jie rowed with one hand to control the speed of the boat and prevent it from being swept away by the current. With his other hand, he held up an umbrella over Jiang Hexi's head, just enough to cover her face so that no one could see her crying.
[Waaaaaah, my dear Xi-mei, waaaaaah!]
【┭┮﹏┭┮, what did the five chaebol members do wrong that God is treating them like this!】
[Xi Mei, please don't cry, please don't cry. Seeing you cry so hard breaks my heart.]
I have never felt so concretely how difficult farming is.
Farming reality shows have been elevated to a higher level; their significance extends far beyond mere entertainment.
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