Chapter 101
▍ Hail.
Rumors spread in the village. There are always some people who don't know good intentions.
In this scorching summer, God didn't see any rain. Everyone was anxious and angry. The slightest disturbance would cause a burst of fire.
The grains in their own fields were of different quality and height. But some people's fields were planted later, but they came out on top and were full of grains.
Everyone was worried about the difficulty of harvesting in their own fields this autumn, but some people's grains were so abundant that they made people jealous.
The potatoes that had never been seen before had a shockingly high yield.
Even if they were harvested in advance, the rice, wheat, rapeseed, corn, etc., which were seen to have a good harvest, made many people envious and secretly jealous.
On what basis?
We all planted the same crops, but yours planted later, how could you have more than us?
We are all worried about not having food this autumn, but yours has a full barn.
Many people can distinguish right from wrong, but many others cannot.
If you are not doing well at home, you will feel comfortable only if others do the same.
Meng Yining was busy getting people to harvest crops so that all the crops in the fields could be collected before the hail came.
Although Xia Wen Ze said that they had said what they needed to say, he still went to tell the village chief.
But the village chief couldn't do anything. As the head of the village, he knew more than others, so he was naturally worried.
But some people were unwilling to listen and even said some nonsense in secret. What could he do?
Meng Yining fanned himself with a palm-leaf fan and looked at the rice and wheat drying on the ground. "Let everyone work harder these few nights, and I will give you more money then."
It was too hot during the day, and he was afraid that everyone would get heatstroke, so he had to light torches and let people harvest grain at night, and dry the harvested rice and wheat during the day, working in two shifts, so as to avoid any serious accidents caused by rushing for time, and to avoid the harvested grain being piled up in the warehouse and spoiled.
Yi Ge'er responded, "Don't worry, Master. My brother is watching."
"Yeah." Meng Yining looked up at Xia Wen Ze who came in. Seeing his expression, he shook his head, "Come and have a cup of mint water to cool off."
Xia Wen Ze sat down on the small stool beside him, took the mint water handed over by Xing Ge'er and drank it in one gulp. His anger finally subsided a little. "No matter what, it's useless to talk to Fourth Uncle. I heard a lot of words on the way back." Thinking of what those people said, Xia Wen Ze felt that his heart, which was still a little hot, also cooled down in this hot summer. "I should have known it earlier."
Meng Yining also knew about the rumors in the village these two days, but he didn't think it was a big deal and didn't get angry after listening to them. "It's good to understand. Not everyone in the village is like this. Look at those families with elderly people at home. Aren't they already rushing to collect food after listening to the village chief? There are only a few families who say those sour words, and they all have some grudges against us. It's okay to just listen to what these people say. If you really remember it in your heart, it would be stupid."
Whether it was before or after the end of the world, he had heard too many of these remarks.
The remarks of these people in the village were nothing. There were only a dozen people. Not only could they not make any waves, but they didn't dare to come to him and say it.
There was really no need to get angry.
"I know." Xia Wenzhe took the palm-leaf fan from his hand and waved it, with most of the wind going to Meng Yining. "The crops in the fields are almost harvested."
"Well, just for the next two days." Meng Yining asked Xing Ge'er and Yi Ge'er to go and do their work. After they left, he said to him, "This hailstorm is a bit big and will last for a long time. I'm afraid that several houses in the village will not be able to withstand it." Several houses in the village
have thatched roofs. With the hail and rain, the houses may be gone. It's okay if the houses are gone, but I'm afraid that people will be injured.
Xia Wen Ze nodded, and was a little worried. "I also told Uncle Si about this. I said that there were too many locusts. Some people's roofs might be eaten by locusts as food. Let Uncle Si see if we can arrange for people to live in their relatives' homes first, or arrange for them to live in the school."
The school in the village was built in a good way. After all, it was the hope of the entire Shangyao Village, so the school would not be built in a simple way.
"What did Uncle Si say?" Meng Yining didn't expect Xia Wen Ze to have the same idea as him.
"Uncle Si said that this is difficult to arrange, because we don't know when the locust plague will come. It's not good to let people move in now, and the school is still open." Xia Wen Ze also knew that this was the truth, but if he arranged for people to move in that day, it would be too late. Hail is not rain, who can risk running around under hail?
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