GBP Chapter 350 Grabbing
Chapter 350 Grabbing
"You just came to our village, and you don't know what kind of person your Aunt Qin is."
Miao Zhaodi told her some of what Qin Hehua had done before.
Zhao Xiaoxi pouted: "If that's the case, I won't help them even if they kneel down in front of me and beg for mercy."
"Stop talking, someone is coming." Ji Wenhe reminded them that the person running over behind them was Shen Lixia.
Several people came to Shen Zhong's field and placed the oil lamp behind them.
Soon, Zhou Xiaoyu and his family came over with sickles and they arrived at the field next to them.
Feng Xiayun said: "You came really early."
Miao Zhaodi turned her head and took a look: "Come here earlier and finish the harvest earlier. I want to have a good rest at home after the harvest at home this year."
Now that we have a new member, Zhao Xiaoxi, at home, she is capable and our life has become much easier than in previous years.
Zhou Xiaoyu took over the conversation: "Your family has one more person, so you can relax a little. God didn't choose the right time to rain, so we have to rush to harvest here in the middle of the night."
"When we arrived, we met the head of the village, who was going door to door to ask for help. Otherwise, we wouldn't be able to harvest all the rice on these ten acres. If it rained heavily, I would have fainted from crying if it happened to my family."
As soon as he finished speaking, a loud thunder sounded in the sky.
Ji Wenhe looked up and saw thunder and lightning: "I've heard from my family that the louder the thunder, the lighter the rain, or even no rain at all."
There is also a possibility that there will be heavy rain for two or three days.
"I heard from my grandma. She also said that the louder the thunder, the lighter the rain." Zhao Xiaoxi replied.
"Not necessarily." Feng Xiayun said, "One year when we were planting wheat, it rained heavily at night, just like the weather now. It rained for three days, and the fields were filled with water, and all the seeds were drowned."
Ji Wenhe felt raindrops falling on his face again. He looked up and a drop of rain fell on his eyelids: "It's raindrops."
Looking forward, those who are fast have already rushed to the front.
After the villagers finish their work at home, they all come over to help with the harvest.
Don't even think about going back to sleep tonight.
In the second half of the night, around three or four o'clock, the raindrops gradually became heavier.
There are still two acres of land that have not been harvested.
Shen Yuanshan's house could no longer accommodate the rice, so it had to be piled outside, covered with wheat straw and dried corn stalks.
Shen Liao stood on the ladder, and Ji Wenhe handed the rice to him, asking him to pile it as high as possible.
"Sister-in-law, give me the straw."
She nodded: "Okay."
There are several piles of rice on the side.
Shen Liang built one and got down from the ladder: "I think after we finish mowing two acres of land, we can make two more piles. There will be no more wheat straw and corn stalks left."
"What should we do then?" Zhao Xiaoxi asked.
They were afraid that the rice underneath would get wet, so they covered it with more wheat straw, and their wheat straw had been used up.
"If I had known it would rain today, I should have kept the straw."
Most of the fire was burned up, and other people's houses also used it.
Shen Liang saw Shen Qianfan and shouted, "Qianfan, go tell the head of the village that there is no more wheat straw. Ask him to think of a way."
"I understand, Brother Liang." He turned around and ran quickly to the field.
Ji Wenhe put his hands on his waist and became nervous unconsciously: "Hurry up, hurry up, I feel the raindrops are getting heavier, maybe it will turn into a downpour in the next moment."
Shen Liao came down from the ladder and clapped his hands: "Sister-in-law, when my family has money in the future, I will also build a house like yours."
"If we were faced with the current situation, we would not have no place to store the rice. I think the head of the village and Aunt Qin are almost dying of anxiety."
"How can we not be anxious? There is so much food." Sister Shen Wanqing pulled the rice over. "Auntie Qin cried anxiously. The raindrops were getting heavier and heavier, and there was still an acre of land that had not been harvested."
Several people went over and unloaded the rice.
Shen Qingdai came out from the back: "With so many people, we can harvest one acre of land quickly."
Ji Wenhe wiped the raindrops off his face and said, "There is no threshing ground in our village. The harvested grain can only be placed in front of our doorsteps or on empty homesteads."
"I think the village needs to discuss and choose a piece of land to build a threshing floor, or choose a piece of land to build a shed. If we encounter the situation today again, everyone can pile the rice in the shed and not worry about it getting wet in the rain."
Shen Liang shook his head: "There is not such a large piece of land, or we can choose the foot of the mountain, but that is not very good either."
"I think it's possible. We can build a rectangular shed, and then put a high wooden board on the ground. When it rains, the rainwater on the ground won't soak the rice."
"It's just a little troublesome. It depends on whether the head of the village agrees. As long as the head of the village is willing, other things can be solved."
Ji Wenhe thought about it and decided to build a shed at home in the future to avoid encountering such a situation again.
"That's right." Zhao Xiaoxi agreed, "The village head's grandson-in-law is a constable in town. It's just a matter of a word."
At this time, Shen Zhong ran over and said, "Shen Liang, is there any more wheat straw?"
"What do you think we should do without the head of the village?"
He sighed and said, "How about this, the rice in the back will be taken to my house and piled in the bedroom, and the rice in Shen Dadong's house will be piled in their house."
He didn't want to set foot in that house unless it was absolutely necessary.
When I thought of Shen Dadong sewing up Shen Hubiao’s head in the house, I couldn’t eat or sleep well.
"Shen Liang, Shen Liao, you guys pull the rice over here. The fields are almost harvested. I'll take the cart away, and you can use the wheelbarrow."
The two nodded.
After he left, Zhao Xiaoxi looked at the pile of rice that had just been unloaded and said, "What should we do now? If we pull all this over again, it will all be in vain."
Ji Wenhe patted her shoulder and said, "Let's go. Let's each carry a bunch and go together."
"Sister-in-law, do you dare to enter that room?" Shen Wanqing asked.
She shook her head: "I wouldn't dare to do it alone, there are so many of us."
"I don't dare to go in." Shen Moxin swallowed her saliva, "Sister, I'll just stand at the door. I don't want to go in."
"Okay, I don't dare to go in either, let Brother Liang and the others go in."
Zhao Xiaoxi had heard about Shen Hubiao's family, so she asked curiously, "Did you all see him sewing a human head?"
A few people returned.
"No."
Shen Wanqing said: "Brother Rongshan is very brave, he saw it at the door."
He stood at the door and watched, without a trace of fear on his face.
When they arrived at the door of Shen Dadong's house, Shen Liang and Shen Liao were still behind them.
Suddenly there was a loud thunder, and everyone was scared and hid behind Ji Wenhe.
It was the middle of the night and it was pitch black all around. I didn’t have an oil lamp and could only vaguely see the things around me.
Shen Moxin asked tremblingly: "Sister-in-law, aren't you afraid?"
"It was fine, but with you guys like this, I'm a little scared."
I have watched many horror movies and detective dramas in my previous life. I remembered a Hong Kong drama in which a head was soaked in a glass jar and suddenly the head opened its eyes.