Farmhouse Green Plum

Chapter 132 Clearing Up

The Song family talked until their mouths were dry, but they still couldn't persuade Aunt Liu. She still wanted to go to the mountain to cut wheat in the rain.

Finally, there was no other choice, so Li said, "Second brother, go and get the village chief."

Uncle Song put on a straw raincoat and a bamboo hat and went to the village chief's house in the rain.

About half an hour later, the village chief was carried to the Song family by his son Zhou Shanchang. Li asked Song Ying and the other two to move chairs and pour water while she pulled Aunt Liu: "Hurry up, the village chief is here. Tell the village if you have anything to say."

Aunt Liu raised her head and saw the old village chief being carried by his son. She cried even more sadly. They were both raising sons, so why was there such a big difference?

The old village chief was put down by his son. Seeing Aunt Liu San still sitting on the ground, he could not help but frown: "Liu Daju, get up quickly. You are already a grandmother, how can you still sit on the ground!"

"Village chief, I can't live anymore!" Aunt Liu pounded the ground, grieving.

The village chief frowned even more tightly. He took off his straw raincoat and hat and handed them to Zhou Shanchang, then sat down on the armchair that Song Ying had brought.

"If you have something to say, just talk about it. It's no use sitting on the ground. Get up quickly!"

The village chief was very authoritative in Xinghua Village. When he spoke for the second time, Aunt Liu San didn't dare to sit there any longer. She quickly got up and kept crying: "What should I do? Most of the wheat is still in the field..."

Before she could finish, the village chief interrupted: "Okay, no need to say more, I know the situation of your family."

As he spoke, he looked at Li and Uncle Song and said, "I've thought about this all along the way. This matter cannot be done by relying on his family alone. When the rain is lighter, each family will send a laborer to help the Wang family harvest wheat."

Li frowned but did not object. They were all from the same village and everyone would encounter difficulties sometimes, so any help would be helpful.

The village chief said to Zhou Shanchang, "Go to Wang's house and ask Wang Defa to call his son back. If he fails to call his son back, the two masters won't have to return to Xinghua Village!"

Song Ying sighed and secretly sighed at the village chief's domineering attitude!

Aunt Liu's eyes were filled with tears. "Village chief, we are lucky to have you. We chose you to be the village chief. You are fair and kind. We are so lucky to have you..."

"Alright, alright," the old village chief interrupted again with disdain, "If I help your family, I'm a good village chief; if I say a few words about you two, I'm biased."

The old village chief looked as if he didn't know what kind of people you two were.

Aunt Liu San argued awkwardly, "How dare I say that to you, old man?"

The old village chief shook his head helplessly: "Go back quickly. You are already old, and you are still crying. Only your Aunt Li's family is kind and doesn't think your crying is unlucky."

As soon as these words were spoken, Aunt Liu couldn't help but think of the time when her family married Ma Chun'er and she disliked the eldest girl from the Song family for being unlucky, and she felt even more embarrassed for a moment.

After thanking again, Aunt Liu and Zhou Shanchang went to Wang's house together, while the village chief waited for Zhou Shanchang to come back at Song's house.

He sighed and said, "There is no peace in the Wang family day by day."

"Liu Daju's life is not easy either. She has to deal with a man like this who doesn't know what is important and what is not. He acts entirely based on his temper. When his mother was still alive, she could still control him a little, but now he is becoming more and more outrageous." Li was also very emotional.

"You are such a kind-hearted old woman that you didn't bother with her. If it were someone else, they wouldn't have called her today..."

The village chief was talking about the Wang family with Mrs. Li and Uncle Song. When Zhou Shanchang came back, he and Uncle Song first sent the village chief home, and then went to each family to inform them of the village chief's arrangements and asked each family to arrange their staff.

Three days later, it finally rained a little, and a strong man from the village went to help the Wang family harvest wheat.

With strength in numbers, all the remaining wheat of the Wang family was harvested in one afternoon.

Perhaps the villagers' unity moved God, and the drizzle continued for another day before the sky finally cleared up.

After getting up, Song Ying saw the bright red morning glow in the east and was very excited. "Grandma! Grandma! The sky is clear!"

"I saw."

As she spoke, Li came out dressed and looked at the morning glow in the sky. The joy on her face was tinged with a hint of worry, and she murmured, "Morning glow doesn't go out, but evening glow travels a thousand miles."

Song Ying also thought of this proverb and became worried. She glanced at the still wet yard and asked, "Are we still drying the wheat today?"

Li sighed, "If we don't dry them anymore, the ones that have been exposed to the sun for three days will also get moldy."

The wheat that was rained on that day, as well as those that were harvested last, showed signs of mold two days ago.

Li had the wheat husks pounded and cooked. In the past few days, Song Ying had a full meal every time. If nothing unexpected happened, he would be able to continue to be full for a while.

"Second brother! Hurry up and carry the table to the yard with your wife."

Li called out to Uncle Song and Yang's bedroom, and then said to Song Ying, "Go and move all the chairs and stools out of the house. You can use the dustpan to dry some of them. Also, use the sieve. Find a piece of cloth to cover it and you can use it to dry some of them."

Song Ying nodded and walked towards the main room, shouting, "Song Tian! Song Yuan! Hurry up and dry the wheat!"

She carried two chairs, one in each hand, and went out. Seeing that Song Tian and Song Yuan had not gotten up yet, she ran to their window, opened it, and shouted, "You two lazy pigs, get up! The sun is shining on your butts!"

Song Tian, who was lying on the outside, closed his eyes, frowned, turned over, and went back to sleep.

"Song Tian! Song Tian—get up—"

Song Ying persisted and shouted again and again, vowing not to stop until he pulled them both up!

"What are you yelling about? A few chairs can be moved in two or three times. Your little brother has to go to school tomorrow and can't sleep in. Let him sleep a little longer today."

Song Ying curled her lips and thought: It's as if she slept in because she didn't have to go to school. She obviously gets up earlier than Song Tian and Song Yuan every day.

"There is strength in numbers. I will move all the chairs and stools in a short while, but we still have to dry the wheat. If they come together to help, we can dry the wheat longer before it rains."

As he spoke, he saw that the sun had just come out and the sunlight shone on his body, but there was no warmth at all. When the wind blew, he felt cold instead. He said, "It would be good to let the wind blow more."

Li was silent for a moment, then thought it made sense, so she took the initiative to go in and call Song Tian and Song Yuan to wake up.

Song Ying went back to the main room to continue moving chairs and stools. Four long benches, two by two, supported a dustpan, and the other two dustpans were supported by two chairs each. The smaller sieve was easy to handle, and could be placed firmly on any stool or wooden stake.

The problem was that the Song family only had four winnowing baskets and a sieve, so they couldn't dry much, and they only had one largest cattail basket.

All these tools combined can only dry less wheat than a mat.

Song Ying looked at the gradually fading morning glow in the sky again and prayed silently that it would not rain.