Half an hour later, everyone who was working in the field had evacuated and returned to their homes.
Large raindrops poured down with the gale, pattering against the roof like a dense machine gun barrage.
The brigade leader sat in the main room, looking at the weather with worry.
"How strong do you think the wind will be this time? It won't be like last year, will it?" Captain Chen Guihua asked him.
"Hopefully, the wind will weaken by the time it reaches our side," the captain said expectantly.
“Every year, typhoons hit right around the time of our harvest. Does God not want us to farm?” Chen Guihua said angrily.
"Watch your words, or someone will find something to use against you," the captain said with displeasure.
"Can't I even vent my frustrations at home? Heaven is blind!" Chen Guihua said angrily.
"Alright, alright, set out the food. It's time to eat," the captain said helplessly.
The rain was getting heavier and the wind was getting stronger, its sound sharp and piercing.
After lunch, the people at the educated youth settlement all went to bed and slept, paying no attention to the raging storm outside.
They slept until the afternoon, and when they woke up, the wind and rain outside still showed no signs of stopping.
Ma Chunling sat up, rubbing her eyes and muttering, "If this rain keeps going on like this, I don't know if the crops will survive."
Zheng Yuanyuan sighed and said, "Let's leave it to fate. We can't control that."
"Brother Chen Gang, with this heavy rain, are you still going to cook?"
The two lay on the bed, and He Hua, lying on top of Chen Gang, spoke.
"If you don't want to cook, then don't cook. It's too heavy to cook anyway."
"Should we...?" He Hua kept drawing circles on Chen Gang's chest with her fingers.
"What do you want to do?" Chen Gang asked, grabbing He Hua's hand.
He glanced at He Hua and said impatiently, "Aren't you tired of the autumn harvest these past few days? You still have the mind to think about that stuff."
"I'm exhausted. I had to harvest and thresh the grains, and my arms are killing me. Since you're so free, could you massage my arms for me?" Chen Gang said, then closed his eyes and went back to sleep.
He Hua kept muttering to herself, reluctantly rubbing Chen Gang's hand.
This kind of weather would be perfect for doing *that* kind of thing, but it's a shame this weakling won't come.
Seeing how weak Chen Gang was, she suddenly felt a craving for the strong men in the village.
I wonder what it tastes like when the strong men in the village do that kind of thing?
As she thought about it, He Hua shyly covered her face.
"Hey, why did you stop? Keep massaging! I was almost asleep when you stopped again," Chen Gang said angrily.
"Okay, I'll rub you until you fall asleep," He Hua said softly.
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