Chen Lao Village Chief was wearing a cane and a bright dress, and his children had a little ability, and he opened an inn in the county seat, and the business was not bad.

He is also a rich little old man in this ten miles and eight villages, and he lives a very leisurely life every day, even if his crops are flooded, he will not be very distressed, anyway, his son's business in the county is not bad.

Of course, if there is really a heavy rain down, he will also be anxious, after all, his Chenjia Village has hundreds of acres of fertile land, and once all of them are flooded, he will not be able to bear this responsibility.

When the nearby villagers saw that Zhangjia Village, Hejia Village and others were working hard to harvest the rice fields, they were also faintly anxious, and secretly thought to themselves, what if ...... If there is a heavy downpour of rain, what will happen to their crops?

There were more and more people who came to watch, but seeing that the weather was so clear and the sky was clear, they didn't have any preparation to go back to get the sickle to harvest, so they watched quietly.

Zhang Wuji saw in front of the gate of Wudang Mountain that the people sent out by Heikui had come back to reply, and they all spread the news that it was going to rain heavily.

At this time, in the Shiyan Dam, the temporary steward urged everyone to bind and fix the boat on the shore, and the transportation of goods that were easy to get wet was suspended, and the canvas was pulled to block the important materials.

The temporary custodian hadn't forgotten Shen Li's explanation to him, in the area of Xiangyang Mansion, what did the head of Zhang ask them to do, and did his best to cooperate.

In the government of Xiangyang Prefecture, the Soviet side passed down orders one after another, telling the people not to go near the riverside and other places in the next day or two, and there will be heavy rain.

At first, everyone booed, but as time passed, and gradually by noon, the sky suddenly changed.

......

After Zhang Wuji finished arranging things, Wudang sent his disciples back to Wudang Mountain, and also took precautions against a new wave of cold air and rain at any time.

Zhang Wuji took Su Yuxiao and the two girls to the lowest-lying rice field, where he saw many people holding their arms and watching, pointing and pointing.

"Look at that refugee who is so thin and so busy living, will he die!"

"Don't really say it, some time ago, a person almost died in front of the gate of Wudang Mountain, if it wasn't for timely treatment, the front of Wudang Mountain would be dirty. ”

"Yes, but Hejiacun and Zhangjiacun are too timid, how can it rain in this weather?"

"It's all that Zhang Wuji, the gossip confuses the public, so it is mysterious, the weather is good, and it actually says that it will rain, fortunately, the old village chief Chen let us wait and see what happens, otherwise the rice and rice milk will not taste so good. ”

"Huh!"

Listening to everyone's words, Zhang Wuji just smiled.

Seeing that the rice field, which was originally orange and yellow, has been harvested by two-thirds at this time, there is still a triangle left, and almost dozens of acres of land have not been harvested.

Zhang Wuji shook his head, he didn't bother to explain anything, he had already done his best to remind everyone, and everyone didn't believe him and couldn't complain about him.

Zhang Wuji walked along the way, and everyone didn't dare to stop Zhang Wuji.

Zhang Wuji watched a thin child helping to hold the seedling stalks, while the nearby villagers were pointing and saying that the child was so small and distressed.

Zhang Wuji wanted to scold them, hypocrisy.

But watching a good show is originally a phenomenon that has always existed in Huaxiaguo, he can say one person, but he can't say all the people.

Zhang Wuji didn't feel dirty, went down to help the thin child grab the rice, and said with a smile: "Thank you for your hard work, how old are you and so sensible?"

"I've met Zhang, I'm ten years old, and my grandfather taught me to be strong as a child, and I can do it. The little boy looked at Zhang Wuji, his innocent eyes, with a strong look.

When Zhang Wuji heard this, he rubbed the little boy's hair and praised: "Are you willing to go to Wudang to learn martial arts with me?"

"I do, I've always wanted to join the Wudang Sect and learn from the master. ”

"What's your name?"

"My name is Liu Qiang. ”

"Okay, I remember your name, just for your diligence today, three days later, the weather is fine, you go to Wudang Mountain to officially join the Wudang faction. ”

When the little boy Liu Qiang heard this, he knelt down excitedly and said gratefully: "Thank you, thank you, grandpa, you will be very happy when you hear the news." ”

"Hmm!" Zhang Wuji smiled, this smile is somewhat far-fetched, looking at such a young child is so sensible, it really fulfills that sentence, the child in charge matures early, and filial piety comes out under the whip!

Later, Zhang Wuji also helped Li Erdan's family to harvest the rice fields, and when noon came, the rice fields in Zhangjia Village and Hejia Village had been harvested, and they were waiting to go back to deal with the rice.

Seeing them tie up the rice and plan to dry it before taking it out to dry, Zhang Wuji wondered if he should develop a machine for threshing rice, so that they could clean up the rice first, and the seedlings could be dried whenever they wanted.

However, if the wheat and rice are left for a long time on a rainy day, it is inevitable that they will not germinate, and the sprouted rice will not be edible.

With such an idea, Zhang Wou-Ki thought that before going to Beijing, he would study and draw a drawing, so that the craftsmen could build a machine for mixing rice.

After these rice fields were recovered from the village, the crowd gradually dispersed, and the refugees followed Zhang Wuji to the gate of Wudang Mountain, in front of which more than ten steamed buns had been placed at this time.

These were all arranged by Zhang Wuji himself to reward the refugees who had worked hard all morning.

In front of the mountain gate, Zhang Wuji looked at them without the slightest fatigue, which shows that the days when they fled were more tiring and harder than helping to harvest crops.

Zhang Wuji personally took action to help everyone deliver steamed buns.

...... Approaching, the scorching sun in the sky suddenly seemed to be shy and hid.

After a few moments, the white clouds in the sky began to gradually turn into dark clouds.

After discovering that the sky had changed, the most frightened person was Lijia Village.

In Lijia Village, only Li Erdan's family and Li Sifang's family harvested the rice fields, and the rest of the people's rice fields were still parked in the rice fields.

At this time, the sky changed, and the dark clouds gradually thickened.

"Boom!"

There was a loud bang out of thin air, and in the dark clouds, lightning flashed, and a scene like the end of the world appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

The old village chief of Lijia Village, with dull eyes, looked at this scene with a slightly panicked look.

After seeing that something was wrong, the old village chief of Chenjia Village immediately called on the people in the village to go and dig up the lips of the fields.

When he dug up the lip of the field here, and then went up to the next level, the water flowing down from the lip of the field dug by Tongjiacun and others suddenly flowed into the lowest-lying rice field of Lijia Village.

A strong man in the village who was in charge of water conservancy hurriedly rushed back to the village to report to the old village chief of Lijia Village after discovering this situation.

When the old village chief Li learned that Chenjia Village was so decisive, he didn't care about the life and death of his rice fields in Lijia Village, and sat on the ground decadently.