Chapter 57: Premonition of Misfortune

In the blink of an eye, spring has gone to autumn, and it is time to buy sorghum this year. According to the rules of the pot, the sorghum on the 900 acres of land of Zhangjia, five miles south of the city, is always harvested first, and the sorghum particles are not waiting for the sorghum particles to dry out.

This year was no exception. When the old owner Zhang Genmao was alive, this matter was already handed over by the old grandson Zhang Luo every year, and after the old owner passed away, Zhang Shuting did not hand over the matter to others, and it was still the old grandson Zhang Luo.

On this day, the 900 acres of sorghum of Zhang's family in the south of the city were finally harvested and cleaned, and Lao Xu, a farmer, quickly reported a number. Immediately afterwards, Zhang Shuting dispatched men from all over the pot, led by Lao Sun, and set up a mat shed in the open space on the south side of the pot, and because there was no extra warehouse to store sorghum on the pot, he used a large piece of mat next to the mat shed to tie up more than 10 seats the size of a house. Not only did they tie up the mats, but they also spread mats on one side of the mats, and then opened the scales and began to buy sorghum.

The sorghum that has been harvested and dried is simply put into storage, and those that are not dried should be piled up on the mats spread out, and then stored and sealed after drying and drying. In this regard, not only Runquanyong Potting does this, but other pots are also doing this.

The difference is that just because from spring to mid-autumn this year, there is almost no rain, and the land is so dry that not only other crops are not harvested, but sorghum is no exception. Therefore, other pots have already opened their scales early because they are worried about purchasing less than a full year of sorghum. Runquanyong pot because it has to wait for the 900 acres of sorghum of the Zhang family to be harvested before opening the scale, it is too late to start.

But there is a benefit of starting late. Because of the late start, the sorghum sent by each household is basically dry, which saves the trouble of drying.

However, this year's situation is a little different from previous years. The difference is not different elsewhere, but from spring to the Mid-Autumn Festival, it rarely rains, but since the Mid-Autumn Festival, the rain is one after another, and the sky is gloomy and rarely sunny.

Lao Sun has been in an irritable mood since the day he opened the scale. Later, I finally collected enough money to buy. However, due to the bad weather, the harvest is all sorghum that the farmers have just harvested from the fields. Therefore, when I received enough, I collected enough, but there were few stockpiles, and many were piled up on the mats that were spread out, and they were piled up there like a hill.

Lao Sun was originally an anxious child, and when he saw that it was raining twice in three days, and the sorghum like a hill could not be dried and could not enter the warehouse, his mood became even more irritable.

That night, just in time for him and Xiao Luo to be on duty under the tent, the two of them had just laid down, and when they saw that the rain began to fall again, not only did it rain, but the wind also blew harder. The two of them hurried up again, and looked around around the sorghum hoard, to see if there was no place that was lifted by the wind.

When he walked to the pile of sorghum piled up like a hill, Lao Sun reached in again, touched it, and there was a hot feeling inside, knowing that if it continued like this, I was afraid that it would become moldy, and he couldn't help jumping to his feet and scolding God for not opening his eyes.

Zhang Shuting has also been worried about these sorghums, and he was lying down, but when he heard the sound of rain outside, he couldn't rest assured, so he put on his clothes again, held an oil umbrella and walked out again.

When they came to the shed, they saw Lao Sun and Xiao Luo talking while wiping the rain that fell on their bodies with a broken sheet. Lao Sun scolded the ghost weather while wiping.

Zhang Shuting knew that this old grandson was irritable, and when he came to the shed, he wanted to comfort him with a few words, so he smiled and said:

"Old Sun, I heard you scold again, if you don't scold, maybe God will let the sky look at you for a while, your scolding, God is angry, I'm afraid it will be sunny and it won't be sunny anymore."

Unexpectedly, if he was not said by Zhang Shuting, Lao Sun was just scolded, and when he saw Zhang Shuting coming, he said this, and Lao Sun was even more anxious:

"Boss, if you don't come, I said I'll go to you early tomorrow morning."

Seeing Zhang Shuting stop and smile at him, he pointed to the way of heaven again:

"Don't you realize that this old weather is a little unusual?"

"Maybe it's because the weather has been cloudy for a long time, right?" When Zhang Shuting saw Lao Sun asking like this, he replied uncertainly.

Lao Sun shook his head and said:

"I don't think so."

Again:

"Don't blame me for having no Dedong in my mouth, I always have a bad feeling in my heart that something big is going to happen!"

When Zhang Shuting heard this, he comforted him again:

"Maybe it's because you're too tired these days."

As he spoke, he rushed to Xiao Luo on the side:

"Xiao Luo, let's take a few of you young guys on duty next, let Lao Sun have a good rest."

Xiao Luo nodded.

Unexpectedly, Lao Sun resolutely waved his hand and said:

"It's not a matter of tire!"

Again:

"Do you remember the big flood ten years ago? Before the flood came, I also had this indescribable irritability, and I felt that my heart was so blocked that I just wanted to curse, and even wanted to reach out and hit someone. I always feel like I feel the same way I did then. Not only is I irritable but also worried, and I am always worried that this ghost weather will suddenly come like that. By then, these sorghum will be hopeless?! ”

And again:

"I don't have anything else in my heart these days, I'm just worried about this!"

When Zhang Shuting heard this, he comforted Lao Sun again, asking him not to worry, such weather would pass soon.

But then again. In fact, Zhang Shuting was even more worried than Lao Sun. In other words, the sorghum piled here can't return to the warehouse for a day, and the heart hanging in his chest can't fall for a day. At this time, Lao Sun mentioned the flood ten years ago, and Zhang Shuting's heart hung even higher there.

The flood ten years ago was also in autumn, when he was half a child, and of course he remembers it clearly.

He remembered that when the flood came, it was still in the middle of the night. At that time, it had been raining for five whole days, and on the night of the fifth day, through the sound of the rushing rain, I suddenly heard the sound of hurried gongs everywhere in the city streets, and "Sending water, sending great water, come out and block the city gates!" shouted.

Zhang Shuting still remembers that he was pulled up from the kang by his father at that time. However, they did not go to the street to block the city gate, but went directly to the pot, because they found that the rain was not flowing out of the pot at that time, but the rain from outside was pouring into the pot yard - and of course, into the courtyard where they had come out, and it was already up to his waist, and also to a place on his father's thigh.

Therefore, when I arrived in the backyard of the pot, I saw that in the heavy rain, there were many men with bare buttocks, some desperately loading soil from the mound into the basket, some carrying the basket and running desperately to the middle courtyard, and some using the earth wall carried by the high platform open at the mouth of the middle courtyard. They were trying to keep the rapidly rising rainwater in the courtyard out of the earthen walls to prevent it from flooding the cellars......

The scene at that time, in his memory, should be the most terrifying scene, even now that he thinks about it, he is still a little afraid in his heart.

Of course, Zhang Shuting never wanted such a scene to happen again, although just in case, since the flood, over the years, a lot of soil has been blocked on the mouth of the retort and at the door of each warehouse.

"If you want to look at the owner according to me, don't hesitate, once it doesn't rain tomorrow, we will hire more carriages, more people, and quickly transport this pile of sorghum to Lao Xu's side, although there is no extra warehouse on Lao Xu's side, but the terrain over there is higher than here after all!" Seeing Zhang Shuting standing under the tent, Lao Sun only looked up blankly, looking at the crackling and rainy sky, and couldn't help but say so.

However, in the middle of the night, a heavy rainstorm suddenly came.