"Let's go pick up pebbles. The sooner we pick them up, the easier it will be. The rainy season is coming soon, and once the river rises and floods the riverbed, we won't be able to pick up pebbles anymore."
"There are thick dark clouds in the sky. If it rains, there won't even be a place to hide by the river. You should wait until tomorrow. It doesn't matter if you do the massage later. If it doesn't work, you can wait until autumn." Bai Ge objected, looking at the gloomy sky.
"It's just cloudy, it shouldn't rain, right?" Wu Weijin said, looking at the sky outside.
"There's a 70% chance it will rain. Brother, we're against it too." She originally wanted to go back to Hexi, but she didn't go back because she was afraid of the rain.
"The probability of rain has exceeded 2000. It's very likely to rain. Let's just stay home and stay safe." Wu Weiqian didn't want to get soaked. Although it was already January, the temperature was still very low. If his clothes got wet, he would probably catch a cold.
"Don't always think about going out and wandering. When the weather is bad, just stay at home and read a book."
Wu Weijin's proposal was killed with four votes against. Fortunately, they didn't object, as it started to rain around four o'clock in the afternoon. Wu Weijin kept praising his mother for her good vision, otherwise he would have been soaked to the skin.
Spring rain is as precious as oil. Qiao Mo stood on the balcony and watched for a long time, thinking that she finally didn't have to worry about watering the saplings.
The drizzle in spring is not like the heavy rain in summer that passes in a moment. Instead, it drizzles and falls, sometimes heavy and sometimes light, and does not stop until the evening. Because it is inconvenient to go out, everyone stays at home reading and studying. Qiao Mo also stays at Wu's house until dinner, and then he returns home with an umbrella.
After returning home, Qiao Mo had nothing else to do. After cleaning, she spent the afternoon at Wu's house either reading or listening to Bai Ge's lectures. She didn't want to read or study anymore, so she took out a thick wool carpet from the space and placed it on the bedroom floor. Then she sat cross-legged on it and began to practice "The Secret of Herbs and Trees".
Maybe it was because it had just rained, but Qiao Mo felt that the wood energy ions in the air that day were much richer than before. On a whim, she kept practicing the "Herbal Secret" until almost ten o'clock before she stopped and entered the space.
The rice in the fields had been harvested for several days, and the rice had been dried and stored. It was time to plant the next crop, so the first thing Qiao Mo did after entering the space was to drive the tractor to plow and harrow the paddy field, and then evenly spread the rice seeds that had been ploughed into the paddy field. This crop of rice was considered to be planted.
After planting the rice, I harvested all the ripe isatis roots in the herb garden, washed them and dried them on the flat land. Thinking that there were not many vegetables in the bungalow, I planted some snow peas, Chinese cabbage, amaranth and radish on the empty land.
After finishing all the chores in the space, it was already late, so she didn't do anything else. She went back to the cabin, washed up, and went to bed.
The next morning, there was still a drizzle of rain in the sky. It was not suitable to stay up until dark and exercise outdoors. Wu Weiqian and his brother would not come. In addition, he went to bed late last night, so Qiao Mo slept in for a rare time. He did not get up until after seven o'clock, jogged around the living room for half an hour, did two sets of boxing, and then washed up and had breakfast.
After breakfast, the rain still did not stop. Qiao Mo sat at the door and watched the rain, feeling the gentleness and lingering spring rain. Unfortunately, there were too many mundane things to do, and she did not dare to be too lazy. In the end, she could only sigh and go to the study to work - she wanted to translate the English novel that Bai Ge gave her as soon as possible.
She flipped through the book with her left hand and wrote quickly on the manuscript paper with her right hand. Time flew by as she immersed herself in her work, and two hours passed in the blink of an eye.
Qiao Mo raised her head, rubbed her stiff neck and sore wrists, stood up and walked around in the study, but sighed in her heart: she had the most advanced computer in her space bungalow, but because of the times she lived in, she couldn't use it, and had to use her hands to write. It was really miserable for her.
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