The fence fell, the mud splashed, and everyone became mud figures.

There is no competition for this competition, because the big guys are all out.

People are looking at the fields on the ridges.

Tian was in trouble for a while. At this time, Gu Gu lay in Tian Li's ear and whispered a few words, Tian Liao seemed to relax after listening, he smiled and nodded.

He shouted at the five mud babies in the field: "You brute babies, you know that if the sludge stains you, you will lose, you are good, one by one...... This year, the god of grains will not be awarded the first place to pull out the spirit of the earth, but since it is a competition, there should be a result, after discussion, the two judges agreed: the contestant who cleans the filth on his body first, this year's tail rice is considered to be the one who wins!"

After listening to Tian's words, the mud dolls were as happy as if the criminals had been amnestied, applauding, and those who ate mud continued to eat mud.

Leng Wa, who looked like a mud monkey, jumped over several layers of overturned fences and ran towards Ganhua Creek.

Just after running a few steps, Leng Wa suddenly stopped, he held his forehead with his hand, and was unexpectedly made a big face by the mud on his hand, and shouted to himself: "I remember, the rule of the ancestors: don't pollute Ganhua Creek." This ......"

I wanted to jump into the stream to wash off the mud, but it seemed that there was no way.

At noon, he and He Wa saw that the maze of the fence wall was exposed in the sun, and the dynamic corridor that they cleverly set up was also destroyed by these "rabbit cubs". They were still honorable, they didn't love war, and they didn't invite credit, and the two of them looked down and pondered the new rules proposed by Tian Li, and they both felt that it was too difficult. So, the two of them hugged their fists to Tian, chose to give up, and withdrew from the competition.

Shaoyi found that He Xiangu, Huang Huang, and He Wa, who were originally in the crowd, had just abstained, why did they disappear? !

Looking back again, Nan Yan sat calmly on the collapsed fence, as if he was waiting for pie to fall from the sky. Don't you want to say it, don't you really set a time limit for the game?!

Leng Wa looked impatient, and the axe in his hand lost all the momentum just now, and he was just like him, "low eyebrows and drooping eyes" dripping, dripping...... Dripping muddy soup downward.

Shao Yi repeatedly looked at his good friend and opponent Baili Xi, and before he could see the expression on Baili Xi's face, he only heard a sound of "bang-", it turned out to be a puff of cold water splashed directly on Nan Yan's body opposite, and most of the sludge on Nan Yan's body had been washed away at this time.

He Wa stood on a high place carrying an empty bucket, smiled at Nanyan awkwardly, and said, "I'm sorry, Brother Yan, it's a little bit off." ”

Just as He Wa turned around and was about to carry another bucket to rescue her teammate Nanyan, He Xiangu appeared on the ridge with a wooden bucket in one hand and a gourd scoop in the other.

Tian Li's eyes widened and he shouted, "What, even you are coaxing?!"

Tian Yi has always dared not offend He Xiangu, at this time, he twitched his nose a few times, and dared to reach out to stop it, but he didn't want to, He Xiangu had already scooped a big gourd scoop, she ignored Tian at all, and threw it directly at Shaoyi in the mud field.

In an instant, the thick aroma of rice wine permeated the rice fields......

The soul of the god of grains, the "rice wine" used to celebrate abundance, was splashed like this, just like "taking it from the rice field and returning it to the rice field", and unexpectedly completed a natural cycle.

When the viewers are fascinated by the nostalgic feelings of heaven, earth, people, and time because of the smell of fine wine......

Good wine! The mud babies in the fields are boiling.

When He Xiangu spilled a scoop of rice wine, the babies in the field had been "whitewashed" one by one, but they were jubilant and staggered, and only Baili Xi could barely hold himself and stand firmly.

Shaoyi, Leng Wa stumbled a few times and fell into the quagmire again, just when Nanyan was about to make a mistake and fall into the quagmire, the calm Baili Xi jumped up in one step, pulled out the tail rice in Nanyan's arms, and held it in his hand.

Nan Yan saw that the tail rice in his arms was "taken away" by Baili Xi, he desperately raised his hands, however, his hands tried to grab upwards a few times, and after that, he fell heavily into the mud mixed with rice wine in vain......

Tian Liao grabbed Baili Xi's arm, raised it high, and said: "In this year's tail rice competition, the one who comes from behind is Baili Xi, the son of the Dayan River clan. ”

The tears in Bailixi's eyes were shining, an orphan, a baby who was always laughed at as an outsider, was finally recognized by the big guy today.

The village chief Geng Ding saw it in his eyes and smiled, He Xiangu smiled, and the big guys laughed.

Shaoyi was very intoxicated and laughed drunkenly.

......

Why are all the birds in the forest on the other side of the Ganhua Creek no longer chirping and playing?! Why is it that the sunset is still early, and there is no sound to be heard except for the sound of the running water in the Ganhua Creek?

The more Shaoyi thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong, and he couldn't help but get goosebumps all over his body.

"Isn't it going to rain?", he glanced up in the direction of the lonely mountain.

"This ...... This ...... What is this?" asked Shaoyi, pointing in the direction of the Lonely Mountain.

Tian Li casually looked in the direction of one less finger, and soon, he frowned, and involuntarily reached out to rub the sparse beard on his chin, subconsciously repeating himself, unable to stop.

Tian Liao stared at the direction of Gushan and sighed to He Xiangu: "Year after year, it's really fast......

Shaoyi couldn't understand the meaning of Tian's words, but He Xiangu nodded and replied: "The babies in my class who plan to participate in the closing ceremony are also ready." Just wait for the two sides to converge. ”

"Where do you want to meet?" asked Shaoyi.

......

The sky was getting darker and darker, and Baili Xi also followed the big guy to look in the direction of the lonely mountain and saw a group of black crows that were bigger than ordinary black crows.

The crows, which have not appeared for many years, are now flapping their wings in unison like dark clouds rolling, silently and blackly, and before they know it, they have opened their mouths less......

"Click-" There was a loud bang, the sound of a thunderbolt rumbling and exploding in the distance.

Cold open-air, baby face. The rainstorm was coming soon with the thunder just now, and everyone was anxious.

Everyone gathered in front of the rice stack, and then consciously lined up.

Everyone joins the rice harvesting procession, taking the bundles of rice from the previous person's hand by hand and then continuing to the next person's hand.

In this way, the bundles of rice on the stacks are transported down one by one, loaded onto the trolley, and then the people on the cart trot all the way to a natural cave next to the big locust tree......

At this time, everyone is rushing to work.

Since Shaoyi also joined the team of "rescue" rice, he no longer had time to care about the changes in the sky. However, curiosity killed the cat, and the work of passing the rice in his hands was not broken, but his eyes still couldn't help but look at the sky.

The sudden thunderclaps obviously brought a lot of trouble to the unprepared crows, and they vaguely saw that the big black crow that rushed to the front was trying to turn the direction of the entire crow.

Originally, as Tian Liao and He Xiangu said in the tacit dialogue, now is the time to carry out the annual tail rice closing ceremony agreed with the crow flock.

However, for the Terrans, the biggest threat at hand is the raindrops that will fall at any time after the autumn thunder.

If the rice piled up on the ridges and waiting to be threshed is not moved to a rain-free place as soon as possible, the hard work of the rice customers this season will be in vain.

You must know that the freshly harvested rice is already full of moisture, and if it is drenched by rain, it is easy to mildew, which may cause every household to a "fryer".

Does frying dried rice solve the problem?

Hey, hey, far from it.

Frying rice? That's not an easy job, and it's not something that a man running around in the wilderness can handle.

If the rice is tragically rained, it will not only increase the heavy housework of frying rice for the aunts and grandmothers in the village. Moreover, even if you have to re-fry the moist rice pot by pot, it is a pity that the dried rice can only be used for grinding flour and can no longer be used as new rice.

There must always be a priority in things, and how people weigh and weigh it, they all agree: first collect the rice, and then go to harvest the few tail rice that is left in the field.

At present, the people who rush to harvest have to ignore the annual tail rice closing ceremony, which is cheaper than the crows who came to grab rice this year. You know, every year there is still a virgin rice field that is not harvested for the celebration of the ceremony.

......

But at this time, the thunder is dry and it does not rain, and people are busy working and worrying about the rainy rain that is delayed.

When the crows saw that it was not raining, they turned around and circled over the rice paddies.

The crows screamed, making the hearts of those babies who had never seen a big scene numb, and they only lowered their heads to teleport the rice, not daring to peep into the sky. Except, of course, for a few of them who are naughty.

The crows fluttered their wings in the sky, one after the other, forming a fan, and the fan came and went, like a black wind sweeping the ground.

After forming a unified formation, the crows who were about to enter the battle found that there was no human race on the ground who could stand up with them to snatch the rice in the rice field.

As a result, the crows became even more unscrupulous, screaming proudly, flying up and down.

Shaoyi, Baili Xi and Nanyan, the three bolder babies plucked up their courage and cast their eyes on the black and oppressive sky. As a result, they couldn't help but be shocked.

It turned out that the hovering crows were ready to try, and the "sword" pointed to one place.

Black arrows like bows tearing through the tight air, and with a sharp, whistle-like sound of wings, the crows rushed towards the last rice fields.

The last "reserved" piece of rice on the south bank of Ganhua Creek is being swooped down and taken away by black crows one by one.

One less thought:

"Is it just a matter of letting the crows pick up the rice that is used to worship the god of grains? How will the human race explain to the crow kings who come to participate every time?

I was in a hurry, seeing that this last rice was about to be saved......