Black clouds cover the sky, day is like night, thunder rumbling in the sky, heavy rain will fall at any time.

The farmers in Shangcun had despair on their faces, but gritted their teeth and waved the sickle in their hands like crazy, cutting the wheat in front of them one by one.

The others were also solemn and sent back the cut wheat.

There was no trace of human speech in the large fields, and there was a rustling sound of blades passing through the wheat straw.

No one spoke, and he didn't even dare to take in or vent his breath, for fear that the slightest ventilating business would shock the rain in the sky.

The weak and white-haired old man knelt on the ground, kowtowing to the sky, begging the clouds to dissipate and the rain to let people finish the wheat.

The thunder is closer.

"It's over, it's over..." The old man's eyes were filled with tears. When he thought of paying taxes soon, he felt no more emotion than despair.

Suddenly, a group of people appeared in the distance, and their figures hurriedly ran over here.

The group of people ran to the ground with something strange in their hands and listened.

"We are from Changgu. Seeing that it will rain this day, I guess you haven't finished cutting it. I come here to help!" After the group of people got close, they hurriedly shouted: "Where is the most left?!"

The old man got up from the ground and stared at the group of people in front of him. There were many of them familiar with him, and the person who led the questioning was even more aware of them.

"Shitou, why did you come to Shangcun if you don't rush to grab the wheat?" the old man asked hurriedly.

"Our village has been cut and cleaned up. Seeing that it is going to rain, all the young and strong people in our village have come out to help in the neighboring village." Liu Shitou said: "I came to Shang Village, and Wang Laosi took people to Xia Village..."

Before Liu Shitou finished speaking, the old man looked shocked and asked, "The cutting was finished? When did you start cutting Changgu? The old man looked at it and saw that it was still slack. It was just right that he started cutting yesterday! You cut it before you waited for it?"

Liu Shitou shook his head, shook the scoop in his hand, and said, "We also started cutting the scoop in Changgu yesterday morning, but there were scoops made by Langjun Wei, which were cut quickly. And this morning, Wei Langjun realized that it was going to rain. We cut it in the morning and packed it up after noon - I won't say much to you, hurry up and help me, how much can I grab it!"

As he said that, Liu Shitou called people to get off the ground, opened the sweep and stood in front of the wheat. As soon as he sweeped over, the wheat cut off a large piece, and at the same time he also put it on the ground, turned around and shouted, "Please follow me alone and tie it up!"

As he said that, he continued to wave the swepts, one by one, one by one, one by one, and in the blink of an eye, the wheat field in front of him was cut clean.

After cutting, he didn't care about anything else, so he ran to the next wheat field again.

The same goes for others. After cutting one piece, it was another piece. It didn't bother to see whose wheat field it was. As long as it saw that it had not been cut, it jumped down, waved its swept, and gritted its teeth and cut it with all its strength.

The thunder was getting closer and closer, and the black clouds in Wuyangyang seemed to be floating over.

"Quick! Get faster!" Liu Shitou shouted loudly, completely ignoring that his left hand had been cut by the rope on the swept, and blood flowed out.

In the eyes of these farmers, these things in front of them are fate!

Without these things, your life will be gone.

In the whole world, except for the rumbling thunder, there are only rustling sounds of wheat cutting and sheathing. Strangely, against the backdrop of these two sounds, it makes people feel a kind of crazy silence.

"It's better here!" A voice suddenly came out: "Where else!"

"I'm doing well here too! What else is there!" Then another voice shouted.

With a thunderclap, the old man on the side of the ground felt his face wet, and his heart suddenly burst out, and his arms were drooping down: "It's over!"

The rain in late summer came fiercely, and almost in a moment, the world became dense like curtains.

"How many more!" Liu Shitou wiped his face, roaring loudly without distinguishing direction.

"It's almost!" A response that was also shouting came from nowhere.

People can always burst out with unprecedented power in desperate situations. These people rush to harvest wheat in the rain, and their speed is much faster than when they were harvesting wheat in their own fields in the past two days.

Liu Shitou smeared the rain on his face and immediately ran to search for the uncut wheat field.

I ran over one field after another, harvested one batch after another.

"It's over! It's over!" Suddenly, a shout appeared in the rain: "It's over!"

When Liu Shitou heard the sound, he felt a sudden burst of breath in his chest, and then he felt a piercing pain in his hands!

"Shitou! Liu Shitou!" An old shout came from behind.

Liu Shitou turned around, but saw the old man calling him while looking for him. When he got closer, he grabbed Liu Shitou and said, "Thanks to you! Thanks to you!"

Liu Shitou shook his head and asked, "Qi Aweng, how many have he robbed?"

This is his most concerned issue at the moment.

"More than 80%! More than 80% have been snatched back!" The old man said excitedly: "Thanks to your help! Only 20% have been wet with rain!"

Liu Shitou breathed a long sigh of relief, his hands and legs became weak, and he couldn't stand it for a moment. He sat down on the mud, but he had no strength left.

"Hurry! Help the person back!" The old man quickly called for someone to help him, and several people hurriedly came up from behind to help Liu Shitou up.

"Don't panic. Qi Aweng, please gather people up and I have something to bring to you." Liu Shitou slowed down and said to the old man.

"Okay! OK! You guys take a break first!" The old man ordered: "Go and bring the water quickly! Give these benefactors a few sips first!"

Immediately, someone helped Liu Shitou and the others to rest, someone went to take the water, and someone went to call for someone, as if the heavy rain was no longer a problem.

After summoning all the laborers from various families in the village, the old man said, "Today, thanks to these young and strong people in Changgu, otherwise we wouldn't even be able to take back half of them! This is our great benefactor! Listen to everyone, Changgu can use our Shangcun in the future. Who in Shangcun dares not to remember the kindness or help? That is ungrateful, and God will chop him!"

"Everyone!" Liu Shitou shouted from behind: "We Langjun Wei from Changgu asked me to send a message to everyone, saying that if the weather is not sunny and the wheat cannot be dried, let everyone put the harvested wheat into a non-ventilated place, and then roll up some poplar branches with leaves into the wheat pile. It can extend the time for wheat to be stored and make it sprout or moldy slowly."

After saying that, he was afraid that everyone would not believe it, so he added: "Wei Langjun's words will not be fake. The guys who cut wheat in our hands were made by Wei Langjun. There was a big sun this morning, and Wei Langjun reminded us to take advantage of some of the time, it would rain today."

Everyone has seen the power of the swept-up wheat harvest. If it weren't for this thing, how could they have rushed to harvest so much wheat when the rain fell?

Everyone believed it now.

"Weilangjun Changgu..." The old man thought for a while and said, "That's not the one who deserves the county master to praise... The county government office that allows people to go to Changgu to learn from the ground without carrying water was made by Wei Langjun, but it was a person?"
Chapter completed!