Farmhouse Green Plum

Chapter 128 Drying Wheat

After several months of hard work, the Song family's wheat was finally harvested, leaving only a smaller vegetable patch.

Ever since he used the excuse of watching the wheat to drive away the birds successfully once, Song Tian would use this excuse to ask to go home whenever he didn't want to work.

When there was only the last bit of vegetable patch left, he stopped going there even in the morning. Every day he took the cows to the mountain, tied them up in a place with plenty of grass, and then went home.

You just need to move the cows to a new place every once in a while.

That afternoon, after sending Song Yuan to school, Song Ying went to the vegetable melon seed field to harvest wheat with Li and others.

If nothing unexpected happens, today will be the last afternoon for harvesting wheat. Starting from tomorrow, we can resume collecting firewood in the afternoon, but we need to go back early in the evening to collect the wheat that has been dried in the sun.

Therefore, Song Ying was full of energy, and even the scorching sun above his head didn't seem so hot.

As she was cutting, a drop of water fell on the back of her hand holding the sickle, bringing a slight coolness that soon dissipated the steaming heat.

Song Ying was stunned for a moment. Why did the sweat turn cold?

She raised her hand and wiped the sweat from her forehead with the sleeve of her left arm. Another drop of water fell on the base of her hand, the base of her left hand.

That’s not right. The left hand is raised higher than the head. Where does the sweat come from?

Song Ying's heart skipped a beat and he quickly raised his head.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

Huge raindrops hit her face, each one heavier than the last.

"Oh no, it's raining!" She exclaimed, jumped up and shouted, "Grandma, it's raining!"

The three Li family members who were working hard stood up when they heard the sound. The sun was high above their heads, but the raindrops were getting more and more frequent, hitting their bodies and it hurt so much that they suddenly panicked.

"Rain in the daytime!" Li cried out in surprise, "Quick! Go back and harvest the wheat!"

Song Ying threw down his sickle, picked up a bundle of harvested wheat, put it in his backpack, and ran away.

Yang threw away her sickle and ran away without planning to carry a basket of wheat back with her.

Li was so anxious that she stretched out her hand to hug the harvested wheat. But just as she stretched out her hand, she remembered that this was the small end, and those at home were the big end.

She turned around and tried to run home, but she was old and her legs were not very flexible, and she almost fell after taking just two steps.

Uncle Song supported her in time and comforted her, “Don’t worry, mother, it should be enough for Yang and Yingwa to go back.

Besides, Tianwa is watching. He just needs to pull up the mat in time to cover the wheat. It doesn’t matter if it gets wet. He can just dry it later.”

Li's anxiety finally subsided a little, and she instructed Uncle Song: "Hurry up and pack these, don't drop too many ears of wheat."

"Okay, Mom, you go to the tree over there to take shelter from the rain. I'll come here."

Li knew that at her age, it was not the time to show off, so she nodded and slowly walked towards the tree at the edge of the field.

On the other side, Song Ying and Yang ran wildly all the way, but they could not outrun the heavy rain. Before they reached the foot of the mountain, the bean-sized raindrops had already formed a curtain and were pouring down.

The rain in the daytime comes and goes quickly.

The aunt and niece returned to the village, but the rain stopped before they reached home. The scorching sun burned mercilessly on their bodies, making their clothes wet and steaming, which was very uncomfortable.

"What a horrible weather!" Yang cursed and decided to go home first.

When I pushed open the gate, I saw that the yard was empty. The wheat on the mat was messed up by the heavy rain, and a lot of it had been washed to the ground at the edges, making it a mess.

Yang's eyes went dark, her anger reached its peak, she almost gnashed her teeth and shouted: "My God!"

No one answered.

"This short-lived kid, what sin did I commit in my previous life to deserve such a disaster!" Yang was so angry that her whole body was shaking.

This time, Song Ying did not comfort her. No matter how angry she was now, she would forget everything after one night.

She went into the house, got a broom and dustpan, and asked, "Second Aunt, should we gather the wheat first, or continue to spread it out to dry?"

Yang didn't answer and continued to scold Song Tian.

Song Ying had no choice but to squat down and sweep the wheat on the ground into the scoop. After sweeping it all up, he took the winnowing basket and spread it out to dry.

After drying, sift it with a sieve to remove most of the dirt. Finally, wash it with water and it will be almost clean.

Hearing Yang's scolding, Zhou, the mother of her neighbor Luo Erzhu, advised: "Sister Yang, don't be angry. The rain came so fast that your Tianwa wouldn't be much better even if he was at home.

You see, I was at home today, and when I heard the sound of rain I rushed out, but I only had time to pull up the mat and gather the wheat."

Luo Erzhu's family did not have much land, and all the wheat was harvested two days ago. Zhou stayed at home with her two sons to look after the wheat.

"That's better than my house, which was washed away in a mess." Yang became more and more angry. "Besides, the mat can block a lot of rain."

This is true. Zhou discovered it in time and simply pulled the four corners of the mat. She quickly gathered the wheat and covered it with the mat. Not only was her wheat not washed away, it was also only slightly wet.

Of course, if the rain doesn’t stop in time, then it won’t make any difference how wet you get.

"It's the same in every child's home. Look at my Erzhu. He said he would watch from the yard, but I went into the house to get some needlework and he disappeared."

Song Tian, Luo Erzhu and Tian Hu have the best relationship. There is no doubt that Luo Erzhu ran away with Song Tian.

They had done these things many times before, but in the middle of the work, they would just disappear without a trace.

After scolding for a while, Yang's anger subsided a little, and she said to Song Ying, "No need to collect them, let them dry in the sun."

Song Ying also preferred this option. If the wet wheat was harvested, it would really get moldy if there was no sunshine tomorrow.

She went into the house and took two rakes, handed one to Yang and used the other for herself, and began to push the wheat that was in a mess back into a thin layer.

The weather has been changing rapidly recently, so Yang didn't dare to go gambling again, so she asked Song Ying to watch at home. If it rained again, she would take it back immediately.

Song Ying agreed.

At the end of the Wei hour, a huge dark cloud floated in the sky, blocking the scorching sun.

Song Ying felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy. He immediately took out a basket, a dustpan and a broom and put the wheat into the basket.

Fortunately, her wheat was dried thinly, and after being exposed to the sun for half an hour, it was no longer so wet, and no water would drip down if you grabbed a handful.

She was just about to drag the basket into the house when the sun became bright again. She looked up and found that the dark clouds had dissipated without her noticing.

Song Ying: “…”

This is really horrible weather!

She looked at the six full baskets of wheat and didn't know what to do.

Spread it out again to dry in the sun, just in case it rains again, after all, there was such a big dark cloud just now.

Don't dry it in the sun. The sun is very strong now. If you miss this wave of sunshine, what if the wheat gets moldy?