Instead of being bored at home, it's better to visit other people's homes.
He Tiantian also experienced the joy of gossiping for the first time. Before, when she was poor, she was single-mindedly focused on making money and rarely paid attention to what was going on in the village.
Things are different now; she's financially comfortable. Maintaining good relationships with the women in the village is quite beneficial.
After the family finished dinner, He Tiantian lay down on the bed.
Because it's cool at night, we've already put quilts on the floor at home.
I wonder how her ten acres of dry land are doing. If it doesn't rain soon, her plan to plant wheat will probably fall through.
Wheat is usually sown in October; otherwise, the seeds will not germinate as the weather gets colder.
He Tiantian bought the wheat seeds from the mall a few months ago, and she wanted to try planting them for a year first.
If it fails, then I'll give up on the idea.
He Tiantian lay in bed, envisioning a grand blueprint for her entire family.
The night outside was pitch black, with no trace of stars or the moon.
He Tiantian didn't know what time it was, she just felt her eyelids getting heavier and heavier, and finally she fell into a deep sleep.
Meanwhile, the two big dogs, Wujin and Coconut, curled up and slept by He Tiantian's bed.
The wind blew harder and harder at night, and the trees in the village had long since become bare due to the drought.
The wind rustled through the tree trunks.
Changfeng Village was deathly silent; even the chirping of insects could not be heard in the autumn.
In the Zhao family home, Zhao Yan sat on the windowsill, reading by candlelight.
He lowered his voice, trying his best not to disturb his father who was sleeping in the next room.
Since returning home, Zhao Yan has studied even harder than when he was studying at the academy.
Because he knew that he was not far from taking the imperial examination.
As the deadline drew ever closer, he felt a growing sense of unease.
Unable to hide his anxiety, Zhao Yan could only try to find peace of mind by spending more time reading.
As Zhao Yan was reading, large raindrops suddenly pelted his book, soaking a few words on that page.
Zhao Yan was taken aback, and the reading abruptly stopped.
He quickly and carefully used his sleeve to wipe the water stains off the book, afraid of getting it dirty.
"Strange, where did this water come from?"
Zhao Yan closed the book and placed it on the table. He got up, opened the door, and went to check the situation in the yard.
As soon as the wooden door was opened, a gust of wind blew in.
Zhao Yan's slender body was blown back several steps by the wind.
Immediately afterwards, large raindrops began to pelt down outside, pounding against the earthen ground with dull thuds.
Zhao Yan quickly went to the windowsill and gathered all his books away.
He used to read by the window because he wanted to use the bright moonlight to save money on candles.
Zhao Yan excitedly finished packing his books and ran through the rain to his father's room to knock on the door.
"Dad, Dad...it's raining, it's raining!"
It finally rained! Their whole village is saved! That's wonderful!
Zhao worked in the mine all day and was so tired that he could sleep like a log at night.
In his dazed state, he heard Zhao Yan banging on the door. It sounded like Zhao Yan was shouting something, but Zhao couldn't make it out.
Zhao Neng dared not neglect anything concerning his son.
I jumped out of bed and opened the door without even bothering to put on my clothes.
"Dad, it's raining! It's raining! Look how heavy the rain is!" Even Zhao Yan, who was usually quite calm, was now so excited that his chest heaved.
Zhao Neng quickly ran into the yard, where the icy rain poured down on him, completely dispelling his drowsiness.
He knelt on the ground, kowtowing excitedly, "Heaven has eyes! Heaven has eyes! Yan'er, quick, quick, go and tell everyone in the village, go and call the village head!"
"Hey!" Zhao Yan responded and ran out the door.
People are so thirsty for rain. They haven't seen a drop of water for the past seven or eight months, and many have forgotten what rainwater tastes like.
The quiet Changfeng Village gradually became lively and bustling.
Every household, men and women, the elderly and children, excitedly ran out to get soaked in the rain.
They brought out everything in their homes that could hold water and placed it in their respective yards to collect water.
I was afraid it was just a dream at night.
Zhao, the village head, was the most excited. Late into the night, he went from house to house calling out, "It's raining! It's raining! Our Changfeng Village is saved!"
"Chief, am I dreaming? Is it really raining?"
"Haha, pinch yourself and see if you're dreaming."
The person actually pinched himself, "Ouch, that hurts."
He Tiantian was also pleasantly surprised by the noise from the village, as her bed was directly opposite the window of the house.
The rain outside was hitting the bamboo, making a pattering sound.
She excitedly got up, dressed, and went to the main room. Zhao Wanzi and Xiao Lü had also gotten up.
He Chun and He Shitou were also standing in the yard getting soaked in the rain.
He Chun covered his face and cried with emotion, and he threw himself into He Chun's arms.
"Waaah... Father, it's raining, it's finally raining."
He Chun patted He Shitou on the back, and even though he was so old, he couldn't hold back his tears.
"There's hope! Our Peach Blossom Village is saved too!" And his family's ten acres of land are finally saved as well.
Although Zhao Wanzi and Zhao Xiaolü were very excited and got a little wet in the rain, they didn't stand in the yard like He Shitou and refuse to come in.
Inside the room, Xu Qingyun's legs were immobile.
He was very excited when he heard it was raining. He stuck half his body out of the bed and peered out expectantly.
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