Chapter 33 My mom won't let me play with idiots.
The others looked embarrassed and didn't dare to directly criticize Yin Wenying, so they gave an awkward laugh: "Who can predict God's temper? How can it be sunny just because He says so?"
Yin Wenying squinted and looked up at the sky, feeling resentful: "I think the weather will be clear tomorrow. By then, Xiaoyin, you won't be able to use your things. Won't the boss think you're wasting resources?"
Yin Wenying didn't understand anything about weather forecasting, but she dared to say it.
Her experiences from childhood to adulthood have instilled in her this innate confidence.
The others scratched their heads: "The sky is still gloomy, it probably won't clear up tomorrow, right? Look, the ants are busy moving house..."
Yin Wenying retorted, "That's not necessarily true. Didn't you say that no one can predict the weather? Xiaoyin, how about we make a bet? If the weather is sunny tomorrow, five jin, no, ten jin of flour? We're just joking around, do you dare?"
Her gaze held a hint of provocation.
Yin Xiaoyin chuckled softly, her gaze falling on Yin Wenying. Her cousin might not be good at reading the weather, but she certainly had some confidence. After all, she was a lucky heroine, and from a certain metaphysical perspective, she possessed the ability to make her wishes come true.
Ji Yueyan seemed to have thought of this as well, and tugged at Yin Xiaoyin's sleeve worriedly.
Before Yin Xiaoyin could speak, Yin Wenying lowered her eyes and looked aggrieved: "Xiaoyin, it's not about those few pounds of noodles. It's just that you've always been indifferent to me. I just want to get closer to you."
This left the other educated youth unsure whether they should get involved, since it was someone else's sister's business.
Yin Xiaoyin reached out her hand, and Ji Yueyan, who was in a daze, paused for a moment before handing over the steamed buns that were placed to the side.
The steamed buns were clearly different from what everyone else was eating.
"Cousin, look at this cornbread..."
Everyone's gaze unconsciously fell on the steamed bun in Yin Xiaoyin's hand, even Yin Wenying's. But after a long while, Yin Xiaoyin remained silent, and no one understood what she meant.
Yin Wenying: "What do my words have to do with cornbread?"
Yin Xiaoyin suddenly laughed again: "So, what does my food have to do with your guesses about the weather?"
She then stood up, raising her head slightly with an air of arrogance: "Cousin, I'm not allowed to get involved in gambling at home. It's not a good thing. I'm sorry."
Yin Wenying: "..."
I'll never believe you!
What's with that look on your face that says, "My mom won't let me play with idiots!"
Yin Xiaoyin turned and left, only to hear Yin Wenying shouting behind her: "You just don't dare, you're afraid that if the weather clears up tomorrow, your things will be useless."
Fear? Yin Xiaoyin wasn't afraid at all.
What, does she have to rush to agree to be provoked by others? Wouldn't it be better to do something else with that time?
Even though she knew there was a trap ahead, she wouldn't jump in.
Whatever!
After the autumn harvest, it's unclear whether other villages are busy or not, but Hongye Village completed its tasks on time and returned to its normal life.
Besides regular work, villagers can also go back to rest for a while at noon.
When Yin Xiaoyin arrived at the edge of the field, the village chief, as always, was arranging work and had regained his imposing demeanor. Upon seeing Yin Xiaoyin, he asked, "What do you want to do today?"
The girl's eyes widened: "Aren't you going to make any arrangements?"
The village chief couldn't help but laugh at her: "I overheard what you said to the leader yesterday. You have some ideas. I'm counting on you to come up with something good again."
He added happily, "Yesterday, Xiao Zhao secretly tipped me off that our village has done a great service this time. He said that when we apply for another tractor, he'll help us talk."
This is what makes the village chief happiest, because these days, only advanced villages are eligible to apply.
Yin Xiaoyin was overjoyed and lowered her voice, saying, "When the tractor arrives, let me touch it and study it."
If anyone else had made such a request, the village chief would have immediately rejected it. What, don't you know your own worth? That tractor is so precious, you think you can just touch it?
But who can blame her when it's Xiaoyin?
The village chief said he now has a very strong bias towards Yin Xiaoyin.
Meanwhile, a commotion broke out over there. The village chief had just finished talking to Yin Xiaoyin and walked over when he heard the villagers excitedly saying, "Yingzi, the educated youth, said the weather will be sunny tomorrow. My pile of stuff at home has been so moldy lately, I must take it out to air it tomorrow."
"Oh, Yingzi said it, so it must be accurate. Last time the weather was so nice, I was even planning to go up the mountain. Luckily, Yingzi reminded me that it was going to snow, otherwise, half of my body would have been buried in the snow."
When Yin Wenying saw the village chief and Yin Xiaoyin approaching, she knew she wouldn't do good deeds quietly.
When the villagers saw the village chief approaching, they exclaimed happily, "Village chief, the weather is going to be nice tomorrow!"
Upon hearing this, the village chief looked up at the sky and muttered to himself, somewhat puzzled, "But the sky looks like it'll be cloudy for a few more days, don't you think?"
Hearing this, the other experienced farmers scratched their heads: "Looking at the clouds and the sky, it doesn't look like it'll clear up, but Yingzi said it might be true..."
The village chief thought to himself that it was strange; could it be that his years of experience had made him mistaken?
When the topic of grain dryers came up yesterday, the leaders at the grain depot echoed this sentiment, saying that the weather in their area was unlikely to clear up anytime soon, which was why they were placing such importance on grain dryers.
He glanced at Yin Xiaoyin subconsciously, only to see her smiling and saying, "If we could predict the weather perfectly one day, that would be a wonderful thing."
The village chief nodded in agreement.
"Yin Wenying, how did you come to this conclusion? Can you tell us?"
In the past, the village chief wouldn't have asked. He thought it was probably just a guess. But with Yin Xiaoyin's methodical way of handling things, he felt that this group of educated youths were all very cultured. This educated youth, Yin Wenying, might have her own unique insights into the weather, and he wanted to learn a trick or two from her.
Yin Wenying's expression changed. She had no basis whatsoever; she was merely relying on some special reasons.
After struggling for a long time, his face turned pale, but he still couldn't come up with a reason.
The village chief's initially enthusiastic expression turned indifferent, and he stopped dwelling on the matter: "Let's get back to work in the fields first."
Yin Wenying gritted her teeth secretly. If Yin Xiaoyin hadn't been there, what would have happened if she had just made up some excuse? After all, these people hadn't even read a book, so fooling them would have been a piece of cake.
But Yin Xiaoyin was standing right next to the village chief. She always went against him. If he said something wrong and she pointed it out, wouldn't he be embarrassed?
In short, once the weather clears up tomorrow, everyone will naturally believe her.
After composing herself, Yin Wenying prepared to get to work, but noticed that Yin Xiaoyin was nowhere to be seen. Curious, she asked the accountant, "Isn't Xiaoyin coming to work today?"
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