This typhoon, the most stable one is Qiao Jiayue and a few of them, the basement is dry, the temperature is suitable, there is plenty of food and spiritual food, and they are very happy.

Qiao's mother was even more inspired, wrote two stories, and noted that they were written for her daughter.

Qiao Jiayue read it and was surprised to find that these two stories are about a little girl who accidentally bumps into a magical world, where she reads and lives a story, with concise words and funny style, which makes people can't help but immerse themselves in it.

"Auntie, is this little girl me?" Qiao Jiayue asked suspiciously.

"I hope it's you. Qiao's mother touched Qiao Jiayue's head, hoping that she would be innocent and cute, enjoy pampering, and not get in touch with the complexities of adults too early.

However, the reality is too cruel, and she can only hope for the story, as if her daughter grew up in such a happy and happy world.

Qiao Jiayue's eyes were slightly wet, and she threw herself into Qiao's mother's arms, thanking God incomparably for allowing her to have a system, return to her childhood, and change her misfortune.

"Okay, it's time for A-Niang to go to work, and you guys don't stay in the basement anymore and go outside. Qiao's mother felt a little sour in her heart and patted her daughter's back.

She didn't regret following Father Qiao back here, they all knew very well that if they stayed in the north, the environment would only get worse.

As soon as Qiao's mother left, Qiao Hongzhi also ran away, and he didn't go out for more than two days in the house, he couldn't do anything, and he was like ants crawling, and it was very itchy.

Qiao Jiayue wiped her face, put all the notebooks written by Qiao's mother in the past few years into the package, called Qiao Hongyuan and Qiao Hongliang, and dragged them out.

As soon as they walked out of the gate, they were greeted by moist air mixed with the smell of dirt and fish, and then looked around, Qiao Jiayue and they were all confused, is this still a place they are familiar with?

The pines, fir trees and other trees in front of and behind the house were almost all broken at the waist, and some were even uprooted, and even if they survived, they were dying.

And the low bushes weren't much better, either covered in mud and sand, or washed away.

As for those fast-growing wild vegetables, they were even wilting and lying on the ground, and their roots, stems and leaves were broken a lot.

This is only the situation near their home, and when they walked around the village, they saw a devastated brigade, except for the ignorant little baby who was still happily playing in the water, and the adults were all worried about cleaning up the aftermath.

Qiao Jiayue ran to the seedling field to take a look, except that the water was a little deeper, it was not a big problem.

However, the banks of the stream collapsed in several places, blocking the stream, causing the water to rise and overflow into the paddy fields on both sides.

Hardly any of the rice in the field is still standing, and they are all lying on their stomachs in the muddy water, and there is basically no hope for the harvest of this early rice.

Qiao Hongliang pulled the sullen Qiao Jiayue to the side of the path, "The seedlings are fine, there is still a second season." ”

"You're right. Qiao Jiayue nodded, at least there was hope.

What she is worried about now is another thing, is Aunt Qiao's family okay?

She has already blessed her, and she has also reminded Lu Aijun that this is already the limit of what she can do, if she still can't prevent the tragedy from happening, then it can only be said that this is fate.

After a day's work, the cadres of the Takayama Brigade finally dealt with the damage to the house, the injuries of the members, and the loss of livestock.

In the evening, they did not rest, and held meetings with oil lamps, what would happen to the rice in the fields?

Because of the previous hailstorm, everyone is now cautious, and no one can figure out what instructions the public will give.

Chen Dongfang's eyes were full of dark circles, and the corners of his mouth were bubbling with worry, and he said by name: "Qiao Zhengyu, you can talk about it." ”

Seeing this, the others all gave Qiao's father a helpless look, and at the same time breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts, they didn't have to be the first bird.

Qiao's father didn't seem surprised that he was named, "My opinion, of course, is to harvest the rice in the field as soon as possible, replant what should be replanted, and plough the field that should be plowed." ”

Qiao Zhenghuo grinned and was about to laugh at Qiao's father for a few words, when he suddenly heard an answer that was different from what he imagined, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

When it was hailing before, who told him that he couldn't pick up ears of rice? Why did Qiao Zhengyu say different words before and after, it was really annoying.

Chen Dongfang rubbed his forehead, "What about the others?"

"My opinion is the same as that of Zhengyu. Qiao Yisheng said with a straight face, "The rice is lying on its stomach in the water, and it will soon become moldy and rotten, so you have to put it away quickly." ”

"In my opinion, it is better to go to the commune and ask for a report on the disaster, and ask the commune cadres to investigate. Qiao Zhenghuo said.

"Shut up!" Qiao Yisheng glared at Qiao Zhenghuo, "This time, the daylilies are cold." ”

When the weather is hot, the rice is soaked in muddy water, how can there be so much time to waste.

"Now when the rice is harvested, the millet is beaten down, at least it can grind the chaff, and if it is not harvested, then there is nothing. Qiao Yisheng couldn't wait to go back now and organize the team members to cut rice in the field.

The others didn't speak, looking at Chen Dongfang and Qiao Yibing, who didn't speak, they had the most power among the cadres of the brigade, and the decision-making power was in their hands.

Qiao Yibing closed his eyes, as if he didn't intend to give an opinion on the matter.

Seeing this, Chen Dongfang hated in his heart, he gritted his teeth and said: "Inform me to organize the harvesting of rice tomorrow morning, put it on the ridge to dry after harvesting, and then pick it back and thresh it slowly." ”

Everyone was surprised, they all thought that Chen Dongfang would insist on going to the commune commune first, but they didn't expect him to be so simple.

"Okay, I'll go and inform the members. Qiao Yisheng said, pushed away the stool and walked out.

Qiao Yibing, Qiao Xiangqian, Qiao High-speed Railway and others also walked out in turn.

Qiao Zhenghuo looked left and right, and hurriedly chased after him, and in the end, only Qiao's father and Chen Dongfang were left in the office.

Chen Dongfang put down his hand and stared at Father Qiao with burning eyes, "Do you think I'm walking the right way?"

Father Qiao got up, and when he passed by Chen Dongfang, he whispered, "This is the best choice." ”

There is no possibility of saving the fallen rice, since this is the case, then harvest it as soon as possible, and the commune side may have to report, but not now.

The typhoon was raging, and they were all so miserable on the mountain, how could the flat area below the mountain be better? It would only be worse.

As soon as Qiao's father left the team headquarters and was on the way back to the fourth team, he heard the third team banging on the door everywhere, explaining that the rice would be cut tomorrow.

By the time he reached the cafeteria, the person who had heard the news was already waiting.

"Captain, will you really harvest rice tomorrow?"

"That's right, after harvesting, put it on the ridge to dry. Everyone worked hard, and I asked the cafeteria to beat a few eggs for everyone to make an egg soup to make up for it. ”

As soon as Qiao's father's words came out, the people waiting here instantly cheered, and they ran around the homes of the members of the four teams to tell each other.

Qiao Jiayue heard Qiao's father say this, and secretly made up her mind to help quietly, but she still talked to Qiao's father first, so that he could be mentally prepared.