After a long time, the tung oil lamp in the house went out, and Jiazhen had no strength, and the two hugged each other and fell asleep.

The wind outside was blowing stronger and stronger, making a whistling sound, as if a ghost was screaming outside, and the night was dark, as if someone had splashed it with ink.

"Click!"

In the middle of the night, a miserable white electric light suddenly swept across the sky, illuminating the entire world, as if God had opened his eyes.

"Boom"

Then, a deafening thunder came from the depths of the clouds, as if the sky was about to collapse, and Xu Fugui sat up from the bed in an instant.

Jiazhen was too tired, so she turned over in a daze, put her head on him, and muttered, "It's thunder, go to sleep." ”

Xu Fugui lay on the mat again, opened his eyes and looked at the electric light coming through the window, his whole body suddenly shook, he hurriedly got up from the bed, grabbed his pants and clothes casually and put them on his body.

"Fugui, what are you doing in the middle of the night?" Jiazhen asked.

Xu Fugui didn't look back, "You continue to sleep, it's going to rain, I'll go see if the big guy's grain has been harvested." ”

After speaking, he carried the tung oil lamp, and as soon as he opened the door, a gust of wind mixed with sand and dust unceremoniously came in, blowing his robe and hunting.

Xu Fugui squinted his eyes, quickly closed the door, and as soon as he walked to the yard, he saw Xu's father open the door, and a somewhat worried voice came out, "Don't get the grain wet." ”

"Dad, it's dark, go back and lie down."

"Stinky boy, it's not your turn to teach me a lesson, do your own thing."

Xu Fugui's footsteps did not stop, and when he passed by the dog house, Ping'an let out two dog barks slightly, and shrank inside and did not dare to come out, probably because he was intimidated by Hehetian.

Not only was it safe, but the livestock in the village were all huddled in a corner, not daring to move, watching in horror at the lightning and thunder in the night sky.

The wind was too strong, the night was too thick, and the tung oil lamp could not bring much light, so Xu Fugui could only observe it through electric light.

Raindrops haven't fallen in the air yet, but it's definitely fast, and the summer thunderstorm is just around the corner and doesn't leave anyone negotiable.

He walked out of the house, and just as he was about to call everyone to get up and harvest the grain, a noise suddenly came from the darkness, and there was a faint fire.

When they got closer, they were indeed people from the village, holding bamboo brooms and shovels in their hands, and there were naturally not a few baskets, and their faces were anxious.

After seeing him, he was stunned for a moment and asked, "Branch Secretary, why are you here?" ”

Xu Fugui smiled, "I think it's going to rain, I'm afraid that you won't confiscate the grain, so I just get up and take a look." ”

The people in the village were not stupid, and it was estimated that they found out that it was going to rain before him, so they hurriedly got up to harvest the grain.

"That's it, I've seen the sky, there has been no rain in the past two days, but I didn't expect it to rain suddenly, the millet is piled up on the drying field, we have to harvest it quickly, we can't let God spoil our grain like this."

Xu Fugui didn't delay them, and walked towards the barn with them, "Let's go, hurry up, maybe when the rain will fall." ”

The Xu family's millet had been dried yesterday and placed in the barn, not afraid of heavy rain.

After all, they beat all the millet on the first day and dried it for four or five days, which is enough time.

Other families are not as lucky as him, the millet has only been dried for two days, and it is about to be dried, but it cannot be destroyed by this rainstorm.

Although there is no millet in the barn at home, Xu Fugui still came to the barn to help, and many people worked and could always finish harvesting the millet early.

The movements of the crowd were fast, but the movements of the rainstorm were even faster, and when they were halfway through, a raindrop the size of a bean hit Xu Fugui's neck.

The others also noticed that it was starting to rain, and immediately shouted: "Quick, big guys, hurry up, it's raining, it's raining!" ”

"This dog's God, call everyone in the family over, don't let the grain get wet!"

"Hurry up, it's getting heavier!"

The people were in a hurry, their faces were full of eagerness, and the wind blew the grain on the people, and they itched all over their bodies, and baskets of rice were placed in the house.

Soon, more and more raindrops were dripping, and the sound of rain came from the distant mountains and forests, and the sound of rain became louder and louder from far and near.

After a while, the rainstorm enveloped the entire Xujia Village, and in more than ten seconds, Xu Fugui's whole body was wet, and the remaining grain on the grain drying field was naturally not avoided, and he was distressed when he saw it.

It's all grain!

But fortunately, most of the millet was put away in time, and the wet millet could not be wasted, and it was put in a separate place in the rain, and it was hurriedly dried when it was sunny, so that it would not become moldy.

"Branch secretary, go back, it's raining too much!" Several people came to him and shouted loudly, and the rain kept sliding down his face.

Xu Fugui nodded, ran to the eaves of the house, wiped a handful of soaked hair, and looked at the pouring rain, his heart was as calm as water.

He loves rain, whether it's a drizzle or a downpour.

He loved the fact that the rain had kept everything out, and that he was trapped in the house, as if he had been trapped in troubles.

The time of the rain seems to have become its own time.

After staying under the eaves for a while, resisting the urge to go out and continue to get drenched in the rain, he turned around and walked into the house.

Click!

Another lightning bolt swept across the sky, Xu Fugui was afraid that this lightning would split the sky, which was why he didn't dare to go to the rain.

I heard that it is easy to be struck by lightning outside on a rainy day, he doesn't know if it's true or not, but he is very afraid of death now, and he won't try it in case of probability.

Back outside the house, Xu Fugui took off all his soaked clothes and pants, opened the house, and Jiazhen had prepared a bucket of clean clothes for him.

"Have you finished harvesting the grain?"

Taking advantage of Xu Fugui's efforts to clean his body, Jiazhen asked with concern.

"Most of them were collected."

"That's good."

Xu Fugui wiped his body, "This god has a strange temper, he has to come to the rainstorm twice in the middle of the night every year, and every time he has to hurry to harvest the rice." ”

Jiazhen sighed, "Fugui, there are gods and gods in the three feet of your head, but you are not allowed to speak ill of God, have you forgotten that you met the immortals?" ”

Xu Fugui was stunned for a moment, and obediently shut up, maybe Jiazhen was right, there was a god in his head, and even his rebirth might have happened, and he usually had more respect for God.

Putting on their pants and lying on the mat, the two little ones slept very sweetly, even if the movement outside was so big, it still didn't wake them up.

After making such a fuss, Xu Fugui was also sleepy, hugged Jiazhen's waist, listened to the sound of rain outside the house, and fell asleep.

The rainstorm came and went quickly, and not long after Xu Fugui fell asleep, the rainstorm moved to other places, leaving a mess.

(End of chapter)