This is the harvest season, and the air is filled with laughter and laughter, summing up the farmers' efforts for the year.

Behold, the golden wheat, one by one, is falling. This is the miracle created by the hands of industrious people.

One step at a time, one harvest at a time.

A piece of land nurtures a person.

However, before the pellets were returned, everyone was racing against time and the storm in the field.

I am afraid that a heavy rainstorm will ruin the crops, and the hard work of the year will be wasted.

After the beginning of autumn, it is the "fire south wind" and "autumn tiger", staring at the earth and ready to attack at any time.

The topic of meeting and chatting with the villagers has always been crops.

"This year's crops are growing well."

"Seeing such growth is seeing happy days."

"Haha, yes. Next year I plan to build a new house with a yard and a brick wall ......"

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"This weather, the rainstorm is coming soon."

"Go home quickly, or it'll be too late."

On this day, when it was almost noon, the sun was shining hot on the earth, but suddenly, dark clouds were thick, thunder was rolling, and a violent wind and rain were about to come.

There was a commotion in the fields of each house.

Everyone has to clean up everything in the field when the thunderstorm is blowing.

Here, the work in Zhang Yudie's field is almost cleaned up.

Today is the last day of wheat pulling, the time is relatively long, and everyone is tired.

Seeing that a storm is coming.

"Let's work hard to get the wheat ready before the rainstorm comes." Zhang Zhenkang encouraged.

So, Zhang Zhenkang, Fu Huixiang, and Zhang Yudie worked quickly in their hands.

The battle is finally over.

Zhang Yudie: "Mom and Dad, you go first." I'll go over there and check to see if there's any fallen top."

When the top of the wheat falls, the rain pours into the cocoons of the wheat, and it will sprout.

Zhang Zhenkang: "I'd better go." Seeing that heavy rain is coming. ”

Zhang Yudie: "Dad, I'll go, I'll run faster than you." ”

This is true, Zhang Zhenkang worked all morning, and his waist and legs hurt. Zhang Yudie went, and when the rain fell, his legs and feet were always more dexterous than his father's.

It's already windy.

As the saying goes, "the wind is the head of the rain".

"Okay. Then you should hurry up. Fu Huixiang advised, "Let's go first." ”

There was a distance of 500 meters from this end to the other in the wheat field, and Zhang Yudie carefully checked the wheat top. She put on the ones that fell off one by one.

The end of the land is really connected to the land of Zhang Cuiye's family.

Zhang Cuiye's house is also crowded with people, busy.

By this time, the wind was already raging, and then the rain crackled and fell.

Raindrops the size of a bird's egg are sparse at first, then dense.

It really hurts to hit people.

Thundershowers are like that. It's so fast that people are caught off guard.

And, looking at the posture, maybe there will be hail today.

Zhang Yudie hurriedly put the fallen wheat top back on, then turned around and hurried home.

Her thin shirt was already soaking wet. The wind was blowing, but it was still quite cold.

A flash of lightning, a thunderclap.

And the pouring rain fell from heaven.

There was no shelter from the rain in the field, and everyone was busy rushing home, and no one paid attention to who was next to them, except for the family members who were walking with them.

The rain has long blurred people's vision.

The water on the road was already rising, and with the mud, people were slippery and couldn't stand.