The rain came quickly and heavily, and although it rained all night, it gradually turned into moderate rain the next day, and it rained for two more days, and the long-dry earth was moistened, but after all, it was still a little late, and this year was destined not to have a very good harvest.

The wheat in the field was planted in the autumn of last year, and it should have experienced winter snow cover, spring rain growth, and then summer harvest, and many of the long processes that should have not been done this time, even if there is artificial irrigation, it is far from enough, and there is no nourishment from nature itself, how can crops grow well.

Originally, everyone was ready, and they would have a day of tightening their belts this year, but fortunately, today's saints are wise and exempt from 30% of this year's taxes, but the farmers living at the bottom, not to mention the remaining 70% of the imperial grain, even their own life problems do not know how to solve it!

Song Lingxue was also afraid of the subsequent sharp rise in grain, so she had the foresight to buy a lot of rice and flour grains some time ago, but seeing that the wheat would be harvested in less than half a month, and the men in the family had not come back yet, this was what worried her.

I don't know what happened to the channel, she didn't want to go through the rain when it was raining, Song Lingxue regretted a little that she didn't go to see the progress a few days ago, she just thought that Yao Dazhuang and they wouldn't rest anyway, and it would be disturbing to go.

It's been three days in a row, Song Lingxue and they didn't go to the town to set up a stall, they were idle at home, she also wanted to try to make clothes for her family through memory, but looking at the new clusters of new fabrics of various colors, she was timid again, after all, she was not a pear flower, even if she had a memory, she was crooked in sewing buttons, and she still didn't try to do such a difficult job as clothes, in case she didn't do it well and wasted the cloth.

Fortunately, it has been raining in the past few days, and Cui Ya and the others will come over in the morning, and they don't have to come in the afternoon, Shi Lan and He will be idle, and Song Lingxue is very irresponsible and handed over all the cloth to them, which is also the best use of everything.

Needless to say, Shi Lan is a skillful and capable person, in addition to Shi Lan's own clothes, Song Lingxue and Shi Yu's clothes are also made by her, and He's handiwork is also successful, plus she picked the silver and red cloth sprinkled with flowers to make clothes for herself, she is in a good mood, and she is more positive, saying that she has Liu's clothes she has wrapped.

As for the men in the family, except for Shi Qing's clothes, which need to be made into Confucian shirts, which is a bit complicated, the other ones are simple outer short shirts and inner undershirts and pants, which are very easy to do, and the ingots are even more easy to do, so it is not bothersome.

After another day, the rain finally subsided completely, and turned into a drizzle that continued until after lunch, when the whole village was shrouded in a white mist.

Song Lingxue held up a dark yellow old oil-paper umbrella, stood in front of the gate, and looked at the big locust tree at the entrance of the village in the distance, only a rough outline was revealed in the white mist, and the road leading from the village to the outside was also like a bridge to the heavenly realm, broken by the rain and mist.

Song Lingxue sighed and was about to turn back, but suddenly faintly noticed a black shadow appearing in the rain and mist, followed by a second, a third, and even too many to count.

Those black shadows looked swaying in the white rain and fog, and at the first moment, Song Lingxue's heart thought of countless early parts of the movie, what Silent Hill, fog, Resident Evil, etc., are all about zombies, which made her frightened and a little crying and laughing at the same time, how could there be such a thing.

Song Lingxue calmed down and looked over there carefully. The black shadow kept moving this way, and when her figure gradually became clear, Song Lingxue was a little stunned, this is ...... Where are the refugees who have been affected?

The group of black shadows were naturally human beings and not the mess she thought, but they were all ragged and unkempt, and they didn't wear clothes or hats, or even umbrellas, they were all soaked and looked exhausted, like a group of refugees who had fled from a long distance.

Song Lingxue looked at the group of refugees in amazement, although the pace was slow, it was obviously coming towards Yaojia Village, and after getting closer and closer, Song Lingxue also saw the back of the group of people, because they didn't look like they were about to get tired and lie down, so it was obviously the figure that was a head taller than most people, and the two figures next to him, one left and one right, who were slightly shorter than him.

"......" Even the three of them are covered in dirt and tatters, and they are still some distance away, and I can't see their faces clearly through the rain and fog, but Song Lingxue will never admit that they are wrong, this is Yao Dazhuang's father and son.

Song Lingxue was stunned for a few seconds, then decisively turned around and ran back to the courtyard, shouting at Liu: "Old man, hurry up and boil water in a big pot, boil more, boil some salted pork gnocchi soup in a small pot, and then beat a few frangipani, so fast, by the way, heat up a dozen steamed meat buns from yesterday." ”

Liu didn't know why, but she wouldn't disobey her mother-in-law's words, so she immediately answered, and went into the stove room to get busy.

"Second family, Shi Lan don't be busy, come out to help!" Song Lingxue shouted to the house in the west again, and after a while, the two people in the west house also came out.

"What's wrong?" Shi Lan hurriedly asked, and she and He went directly to the grass hut from under the eaves, so they didn't have an umbrella.

"Your father and they have come back, and they have already arrived at the old locust tree, so you should hurry up and prepare clean clothes for them." After Song Lingxue finished explaining, she saw that the eldest daughter and the second daughter-in-law looked a little stunned, and said again: "You think I'm talking nonsense, I just saw them, I was drenched, and I don't need to take an umbrella to pick them up, and when they come back, I have to let them change into dry clothes." ”

"Hey, good!" The two of them woke up like they had just woken up from a dream, and they went to prepare.

Song Lingxue also hurriedly went to the stove room, and instructed Liu to wait for the water to boil and make three bowls of ginger pink brown sugar tea, and then casually said that Yao Dazhuang's father and son came back, and Liu was also stunned for a moment before hurriedly agreeing.

It's just that several of them were surprised, originally said that it would be at least half a month before these people who were recruited to dig channels would come back, but they suddenly came back, no wonder they were surprised.

After Song Lingxue finished explaining, she took the umbrella and went to the gate, this look, the group of refugees seemed to be that the villagers had already gone back to their respective homes, and Yao Dazhuang's father and son were almost in front of Yao's house.

"Mother!" Someone in the distance shouted, with a hint of grievance and pity in his voice.

Song Lingxue saw that her second son Yao Shizhu was waving at her, so she hurriedly spoke: "Okay, save some effort, I know you have worked hard." ”