Su Qianfan and Su Qianshan squatted on the ground and played with spinning tops, trying to see whose top could spin longer.
Su Che was planing wood.
Last time, Su Qing said that she wanted to build a study room for her child, and Su Che took it to heart.
I sneaked up the mountain and chopped the wood.
He started making it when he had some free time on a rainy day.
"Brother, don't make it like the desks in elementary school. Have you seen the blueprint I drew for you?" Su Qing was afraid that if there was any disturbance, all the desks in the house would be taken away.
"I saw it. It's just like a dining table, square, right?"
"It's not square anymore, it's rectangular. Four people can sit on each side."
"I get it. I'm not stupid. How could I make a mistake when you drew so clearly? It's just a table, and you used someone else's child's notebook to draw on it. Isn't this a waste? Remember to wipe it clean so the child can continue to use it."
Su Qing completely discovered that his brother was nagging towards his family, doting on his wife Wen Li, and being aloof towards outsiders.
Perhaps because they were blood relatives, Su Qing was not at all opposed to having such a brother, and even felt proud.
"Brother, you are so nice. You do whatever I tell you to do."
"If you know that I'm a good person, then you should take some practical action and teach Su Qianfan and the others to read properly. Your brother and your sister-in-law are blind and can't even recognize a single word. You have to be the one to teach the children."
Su Qing didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Brother, why do you trust me so much? What if I don't teach well?"
Wen Li joked, "Little sister, you are the most educated among us. If you can't teach well, your brother and I will be even less able to teach you."
In fact, Su Qing's original body only attended elementary school and dropped out before graduating.
But in the eyes of many people, he is already considered a cultured person.
As the saying goes, some are happy while others are sad.
Even on rainy days, the old couple, Mrs. He, still have to go to the fields to harvest rice.
When they saw it was raining early in the morning, they panicked.
But after knocking on the doors of his sons for a long time, no one opened the door.
He didn't have time to scold them, so he put on a raincoat and hurried out.
Even though the rain was falling on her body and hurting her skin, Old Mrs. He still waved the sickle desperately.
Whatever we can salvage counts, this is public property.
But the more anxious you are, the more likely you are to make mistakes.
In a moment of carelessness, the sickle cut a big gash on Old Lady He's arm.
Old Mr. He had no choice but to send his wife to the barefoot doctor first.
I met the village chief who came to get medicinal wine because of joint pain.
"Mr. He, what's wrong? What are you doing? You have such a big cut on your hand."
"Isn't this a rush to harvest grain? The more anxious you are, the more mistakes you make, and that's what's happened."
"Oh, harvesting crops. Ah~ harvesting crops. It's been so many days and you haven't finished harvesting yet." The village chief was frightened by the words "harvesting crops" and screamed like a groundhog.
"It's over, it's over, Mr. He, you really ruined our village." After saying that, the village chief hurriedly rushed into the heavy rain.
"Accountant Liao, hurry up and get someone to go to Old He's task field. They've confiscated all the land."
Food is the life of farmers. When they heard that the food was confiscated, they spontaneously took their tools and went to the fields.
Seeing that nearly three acres of land had not been harvested, the village chief almost gasped.
But there was no time to settle accounts with the He family, and rescuing food was the most important thing.
But the June rainstorms were so brutal and merciless that despite everyone's best efforts, the rice ears still fell one by one in the wind and rain.
Watching the grains fall to the ground and disappear into the soil, the village chief felt his heart bleeding.
A group of people came to the brigade carrying wet millet.
"Hurry, everyone, put the wet millet in this room and spread it out to air it out, otherwise it will get hot soon."
After finally drying the millet, the village chief's grandson came running over again.
They said there was a big hole in the roof of the barn, and half of the grain that everyone had dried was wet.
No one cared that their bodies were still wet and they rushed into the rain again.
When they arrived at the barn, they found that the situation was far more serious than they had imagined.
Although the opening is only the size of two fists, it does not affect the amount of water entering at all.
The rain poured into the barn.
A group of people were busy moving the grain that had not been damaged.
A few young men were looking for ladders and tiles to patch up the holes.
Although everyone tried hard to rescue the grain, one-third of the millet was still soaked in water.
Fortunately, God was kind and the sun soon came out.
"Village chief, what should we do with the millet? Should we still dry it in the sun?"
"Why don't you dry it? If you don't dry it, you can take the hair to the grain station to hand in the grain."
"The sun is out now, do you want to sunbathe?"
"Where to dry? Didn't you see the floor is wet? Once the floor is dry, take it out to dry immediately. Tomorrow, have a few people diligently turn the millet. We'll try to dry it within two days and send it to the grain station on the third day."
When everyone had finished these things and were ready to go back to change clothes, He Aiguo and his brothers slowly walked over.
The village chief looked at the people from Old He's family with fire in his eyes.
Even the arrogant old lady He lowered her head and dared not say a word.
He stammered, "Village Chief, is the grain in that field okay?"
"Okay, why not? It's all water. If you add some fire, it can be cooked into rice."
Old Mrs. He lowered her head even lower.
"Accountant Liao, calculate how much the loss is and directly use the He family's work points to offset it." I thought that since I said the work points were deducted, the He family would be anxious.
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