On this day, when Dong Ruyi went out to turn the grain, he habitually looked up at the sky, the clouds in the sky were no longer as white as cotton, and they slowly turned black, and the black at the beginning was still a little thin. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

She didn't care at this time, it was the same for the past few days.

When she finished turning over the grain, the dark clouds in the sky became thicker and more in a blink of an eye, and the sun was slowly hiding behind the clouds.

She was a little scared and didn't know if it would rain, and if she didn't collect it in time, it was estimated that the rice would be soaked.

When he returned home, he told Liu about it, and Liu went out of the house to look at the sky, which had become dark, and at this time a breeze was already blowing in the sky, and suddenly a thunderclap was not far away, as if to split the whole sky.

Dong Ruyi wanted to shout, I don't know which Taoist friend is here? What is the catastrophe?

Liu shouted in shock, "Quick, hurry up and harvest the grain." ”

The speed of speech was fast, and the voice was mixed with a hint of sharpness and panic.

Regardless of the arm that was not completely good, he picked up the dustpan from the corner of the wall and ran to the threshing floor.

Ruyi heard that it was raining, and there were no distractions in his head, and at this time, his mind was to keep the rice at home, so he rolled up the sack and hurriedly trotted to follow.

In front of Tianwei, human beings are too small.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and it was blowing everywhere with a hint of coolness, and the pine trees not far away were whining and roaring, like a mad woman shaking her hair desperately.

No matter how sluggish Ruyi is, he understands that it is going to rain, or a heavy rainstorm. Worriedly, he asked, "Mother, can you take it?" ”

Liu Shi said that the movements in his hand did not stop, and said expressionlessly: "Collect it with all your might, you can collect a little is a little, quickly, don't talk." ”

At this time, it is too late to work, how can there be the ability to speak.

At this time, the two longed for their father and mother to have two more pairs of hands, and the two hands were like tireless excavators, constantly picking up the rice into the dustpan and then putting it into the sack.

There were large pieces of sweat on his face and hands, and the millet was stained with sweat, itchy, and no one could take care of it, and it felt like that time was a luxury.

Filling a sack, Liu said hurriedly, "Ruyi, quickly, let's move home." ”

Dong Ruyi put down the work in his hand, hurriedly ran up, and the two of them dragged their lives home. Then he ran back to run.

From time to time, people who run pass by, and people who usually like to talk don't have time to say hello at this time, so they run away with a sudden sound. The busier he is, the less strength he has in his hands, and he gasps for air, just holding that breath in his heart and desperately trying to collect it. It's like participating in a marathon, running at the speed of a 100-meter sprint in the front, and then you will be powerless to follow, just thinking about persevering.

At this time, the field was a scene of harvest, but it was also a scene of people turning over on their backs, the shouts of adults, and the cries of children.

There are people who rush the child home quickly and don't get wet, but the child is still grinding, and the adult slapped it, "It's raining, don't run quickly." Then he ran to clean up the freshly cut rice.

He was scolding God, "This ghost weather, it's raining at this time." ”

Some shouted at the mother-in-law to hurry home to help harvest the rice, and some shouted to collect the clothes. The woman didn't say a word, picked up a bag of grain and ran home.

Then on the ridge, the village was full of running figures, still shouting loudly. "It's raining, hurry up." The barking of the dog startled.

Dong Banshan's father and son also began to gather the harvested rice together and cover it with straw to prevent it from getting wet from raining.

Usually you can only see one or two dragonflies occasionally, flying in groups in front of you.

Dong Banshan patted away the dragonfly in front of him, his face was dark and gloomy, he hurriedly packed a bag of grain, and shouted loudly, "Ping'an, you first pick a load of millet and go home, and help your mother and them harvest rice." ”

Dong Ping'an dropped the work in his hand, responded with an expressionless "yes", and strode to get the flat burden.

Dong Banshan stopped Dong Pingkang again, looked at the sky and said quickly: "Pingkang, don't worry about anything, now hurry up and run home." Then he himself took up the straw to cover what he could not take with a sad face.

Dong Ping'an picked up the flat pole and went home, usually feeling that it was very heavy, so he needed to pick it for a while and rest for a while. At this time, where did he dare to rest, regardless of the pain in his shoulder, he gritted his teeth and suffered it to death, as if he had given birth to a huge explosive force.

Dong Pingkang stumbled and ran behind, and when he trotted halfway through with small steps, he held his stomach with a painful look on his face, "Brother, I can't run, my stomach hurts." ”

The wind is getting stronger and stronger, and it feels like it can blow people away. The burden swayed at once, in front and behind. Dong Ping'an gasped and comforted, "It's okay, just hold on for a while, I'll be home soon." ”

Dong Pingkang responded with a "hmm", hurried up to run, hit a stone on the side of the road and fell to the ground, grinning in pain, tears rolling in his eyes, but he was strong and did not cry, got up and ran with his brother.

As soon as I arrived at the entrance of the house, the soybean-like rain fell, and the rain did not fall, but it was like someone taking a pot and pouring it down.

Dong Ping'an put down his burden, looked at the grain that was not wet, breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly collapsed on the stool tiredly.

Dong Pingkang returned home and sat on the stool only to find that he had broken the skin on his knee, and the feeling of pain came up. Tears flowed like rain outside.

When Liu saw it, he hugged him in distress, and went to find commonly used herbs to put on it, and then bandaged it.

didn't see Dong Banshan's figure, and asked boldly, "What about your father?" How did not come back. ”

Dong Ping'an supported his chest with his hand, calmed down his panting, and waited for a while before he spoke: "Dad is in the back, and he hasn't cleaned it up yet." It's raining so hard, I'm going to deliver him a robe. ”

Dong Ruyi hurriedly stopped him, "It's raining so hard, where does Dad guess to hide from the rain." ”

Liu nodded, and asked worriedly, "Where does your father still have millet?" "Food is the lifeblood of farmers.

Dong Ping'an asked: "There is still a load, and it is estimated that it will be wet even if it rains so hard." What about at home? Is there any millet that is wet? ”

Dong Ruyi was lucky, and his movements were fast and not wet. Dong Ping'an smiled with satisfaction when he heard this.

Outside, the rain was getting louder and louder, and I saw a white expanse, and the woods not far away were blurry.

"I don't know how many people's grain is wet, and I don't know how many people are suffering."

Liu was worried about the villagers, their family was fine, the threshing field was close to the door. The head of the village has to walk through the long alleys to the special threshing floor.

Besides, she always leaves one person to dry the grain at home, unlike two people in her family.

With such a heavy rain, it is estimated that the confiscated millet will be washed into the grass by the rain, and how much will be taken back when the time comes, and it is estimated that they will all sprout without the sun.

PS: I remember the panic of harvesting rice every time it rained heavily when I was a child.