The villagers are looking forward to sunny days, which will give them a few days to harvest the rice safely before drying it and putting it in the cellar. The harvest would have been affected, and everyone was unwilling to harvest a few days in advance.
But the weather didn't go as planned, and when it came it started to drizzle again.
The village chief sat under the eaves, looking at the sky and sighing bitterly. In just half a month, he felt like his back was bowing down.
The village chief's wife was worried about her family's wasted hoarding of food in the past two days. She got angry and had several big blisters in her mouth. But now it started to rain again, and she became even more angry and her face turned black.
For a moment, I didn't know whether to hope for disaster or hope for no disaster.
She sat against the wall, lowered her head, picked out the rotten vegetable leaves from the basket, and fed them to the rabbits and chickens.
Suddenly I heard my man say, "Let's harvest the food from the fields today."
She was startled, raised her head, and broke the vegetable pole in her hand. She whispered, "But, if it rains, mold will grow! Besides, how will you dry it after harvesting it?"
The village chief's eyes were full of worry and his voice was helpless, "How long do you think this rain will continue to rain?"
Who can know this? The heavy rain may stop in two or three days, but the light rain may not last for half a month.
He added, "Do you know if there will be another heavy rain in two days?"
The village chief's wife was speechless and looked pale. If this is the case, then there is really no harvest. If the harvest is lost for half a year, the grain crops cannot be compensated.
If you harvest it now, you can at least leave some food to keep you hungry, so you can eat it before mold grows.
If someone eats food that is slightly moldy, should it be okay?
The village chief called out several households and announced that the third daughter-in-law would be cooking and boiling water at home with her children, while everyone else, including Pingya, would go to the fields to cut rice.
The faces of several families were not good-looking, and they were also worried about the problem of not having anywhere to dry the food, but the village chief was the head of the family, so they had no choice but to listen to him.
So, amidst the uproar in the whole village, the village chief and his family, wearing raincoats and sickles, went to cut rice in the rain.
"Village chief, why are your families so tough? What's the point of harvesting rice in the rain? Are you not afraid of bad luck?"
"Yeah, I'd say don't worry, let's check it out in two days!"
The village chief weighed the ears of rice in his hand, and then looked at the rice stalks. Many of the stalks were eaten out by insects. They can't control this kind of pest.
He said to the spectators with a sullen face, "We don't know how long this rain will last. There are many people in the family who talk too much. It's time to finish it off and have a good morning."
After saying that, he stopped answering and just focused on cutting. Their family planted a total of fifteen acres of rice and had no time to gossip.
The villagers who heard this thought it was a joke. They had never seen anyone harvesting rice in the rain!
But some villagers were muttering to themselves that the village chief's family were not the brainless people. When they looked up at the gray sky, they felt panicked.
The village chief's family worked efficiently, and the whole family went out to cut five acres of land in one day. On the third day, the rain continued, and some people were anxious. More people went to the fields to cut rice in the rain, and no one looked at the village chief's family anymore.
Only Jiang Dajin’s family had no movement.
Jiang Dagui was kicked hard by Jiang Nian, even harder than Eugene Hua's kick before. He didn't feel better after taking medicine, and now he has a cough.
Eugene spent three days lying in bed, begging Uncle Jiang to straighten his broken fingers. Now she was in the kitchen, boiling water with wet firewood, and was choking.
She came to the house and asked the drowsy man lying on the bed, "Other families have started harvesting rice. When will we harvest it?"
Jiang Dajin didn't even open his eyes. He crossed his legs and said, "Where can I dry it if I take it back? Isn't it a brain drain to take it back now? Is it going to rain and keep raining? If you want to cut it, you can cut it yourself."
Eugene Flower was just talking, how could he be willing to work in the fields on a rainy day. She hated Jiang Yue's couple so much that she beat her twice, causing her to suffer from back pain. She was in excruciating pain even if she did any work.
She didn't even think about the reason why she was busy serving men and children even though she was injured and hadn't recovered well.
After harvesting the rice, the village chief's family had to vacate a room. The old and young were separated into separate beds for men and women, and as much space as could be made available.
The vacant rooms vacated are used for drying food. I spread the rice on the ground and let it dry with the doors and windows open, but I had nowhere to go for a while.
Some people were shameless and had gossiped a lot about the village chief's family before. Now they said that they had few adults and saw that the rice was almost soaking and could not be harvested. Ask the village chief's sons to help.
After he finished speaking, he shed a few cat tears.
The village chief's wife smiled and said: "My man is the village chief, and he must help the villagers when they have something to do. But he is old and has been busy for a few days. His waist can't bear it anymore and he is still lying down. As for my few My son has been in the rain for several days and has caught a cold."
Jiang Shan coughed a few times in the room at the right time.
The man's face was ugly, his mouth moved a few words, but he turned around and left without saying anything.
The village chief's wife closed the courtyard door and sighed. If he dares to ask his woman to help him, she will scold him.
Mrs. Li came out of the house carrying a big basin and said, "Mom, the brown sugar water is ready. You can have a bowl too."
"Hey! Okay."
Jiang Shan saw the little tiger head licking his lips happily and kept saying that the brown sugar water was sweet, so he wanted to give him another sip.
Although the children did not go to the fields, they helped with housework at home.
Mrs. Li patted him gently, "Drink yours and don't get sick. The kids have it."
The village chief's wife also licked her lips after drinking. The brown sugar sent by Jiang Yue was much more fragrant and sweet than the brown sugar in the town. It was really good.
She looked towards the foot of the back mountain. It was raining and it was impossible to hunt. What were the couple doing?
People in the village were harvesting in the rain, but Jiang Yue and Jiang Nian braved the rain to go to the next few villages to collect things, and the harvest was in full swing.
