Song Rongchang touched Song Baoxuan's head, his daughter is usually not a joker.

"Girl, how do you know it's going to rain?"

"Dad, I don't know how to explain it to you, but you really have to believe me, quickly harvest the grain"

Song Rongchang hesitated a little, and Song Baoxuan took his hand and continued.

"Dad, hurry up, can you believe me?"

"Okay, Daddy believes in you, harvest the grain"

Song Rongchang asked the people in the drying field to quickly put away the grain, and also asked them to ask someone to put away the millet that was drying in other places.

Everyone present is blinded, what happened?

No, village chief, why did you just listen to a doll, even if it's your daughter, you can't do this!

"Village chief, don't listen to her doll's words, this millet will dry at night, and now you will have to dry it again tomorrow, isn't this a trouble?"

"Baoxuan, don't mess around, you're making us busy one more time."

"That's it, what do you know about a little child, it's just a mess for us"

Song Rongchang looked at them and said that his daughter was very unhappy.

"Harvesting the grain is what I said, if it doesn't rain, you come to me to settle the account, don't blame a child here, now hurry up and harvest the grain"

Song Rongchang said so, and the others could only go to harvest the grain with dissatisfaction, and what the village chief said was still very effective.

Song Baoxuan watched the millet being slowly put away, and the anxiety in her heart calmed down a lot, it should be in time.

Just when the grain was about to be harvested, the originally clear sky suddenly turned dark, and everyone was stunned, and the day became too fast.

"Mom! What's going on?"

"It's suddenly getting dark this day, it's too scary."

"Hurry up and finish the grain"

When it got dark, a strong wind blew, and they hurried to gather up the last bit of grain.

"Coming home, it's going to rain heavily"

"My God, why is it so windy all of a sudden, and it's dark today."

"Bao Xuan's girl is really accurate, I'm afraid this rain is coming soon, hurry up and go home"

"Oops, my hat is blown off"

"The village chief and his daughter are really god, let us harvest the grain early in the morning"

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Song Rongchang squatted down, let Song Baoxuan lie on his back, and then carried her home.

Before he had taken a few steps, the bean-sized raindrops fell down, and it hurt a lot in the face.

"Girl, you put your face against my back so that the rain can't hit your face"

"Good"

Song Rongchang's pace accelerated, the wind blew very strongly, and he was blown a little unsteady when he walked.

When I got home, I happened to meet Li Dahua at the door who was going out to find Song Baoxuan, and when she got home, she didn't see Song Baoxuan, and she was so anxious.

"Hurry up and get inside, this rain is too strange"

Song Rongchang returned home with more than half of his clothes wet, and as soon as he entered the door with his front feet, the rain intensified, lightning and thunder.

Li Dahua hurriedly asked Song Baoxuan and Song Rongchang to change their clothes.

Song Baoxuan changed her clothes, Li Dahua took a dry towel to help her wipe her hair, and suddenly said loudly.

"Yikes! It's over, it's raining so hard, has the grain been recovered?"

"Don't worry, it's all back, it's still my daughter who asked us to collect it."

Li Dahua breathed a sigh of relief, this sudden rainstorm, she thought that the grain would not be recovered.

The wind is blowing outside now, and everyone is going to blow the wind, if the grain is not confiscated, it will have to be blown away, plus such a heavy rain, I am afraid that this grain will not be able to be snatched back.

"Xiaobao let me collect it?"

"Hmm"

"Xiaobao, how do you know it's going to rain?"

Song Baoxuan felt that there was nothing to hide, and answered truthfully.

"I dreamed about it last night"

"What? Dreamed? It seems that God favors our little treasure, and then he gave the village a way to live."

Song Rongchang nodded in agreement, otherwise the loss in the village would be great.

On this day, the sudden storm caused heavy losses to the other villages, and almost all the grain that was dried was not returned.

The villagers of Dali Village have a feeling of the aftermath of the catastrophe, but fortunately the millet has been recovered, otherwise I am afraid that the next days will not be able to go on.