Traveling through the Book of Seventy: The Random Life of the Doomsday Goddess

Mu Qingli leisurely strolls around the grain drying field every day, or enjoys the shade under the big tree. She is really envious of the group of people in the Educated Youth Yard. Although they no longer live together, in comparison, Mu Qingli's leisurely and comfortable life makes her They were all jealous.

"Hong Ni'er! The weather is not good, it seems like it's going to rain!" Mu Qingli looked at the sky and the grain, corn, beans, and peanuts in the grain field, and couldn't help but feel worried.

"Why is it raining in this fine weather?" Li Hongni, the daughter of the village chief, who was considered the leader of their group, was sitting under a big tree to enjoy the cool air. She glanced at Mu Qingli with disdain. Said nonchalantly.

"Hong Ni'er, look at the weather. The clouds are moving to the west, and they are still so low. The clouds are covering the top of the mountain in the west. Wear a big hat! The old people over there say that the clouds are moving to the west, and they are wearing raincoats. Wear a hat on the mountain, the rain is coming!" Mu Qingli looked at the weather in the west and said to Li Hongni.

"What a mess! The food was spread out not long ago, and it will be collected immediately. Do you think we are too busy?"

"that is!"

"Educated youths from the city are not good at work! They also like to show off!"

"Look at her like that! What can she do?"

Several girls who were enjoying the shade under the big tree were all pointing and talking disdainfully.

Mu Qingli saw that it didn't make sense, so she simply ignored them and ran quickly to the ground.

"Accountant Wu!" Mu Qingli found Accountant Wu. He was standing in the field talking to the village chief Li Shuanzhu, pointing to the fields from time to time.

"Mu educated youth! Why are you here?" Accountant Wu had a headache. He was frightened by this squeamish female educated youth.

"That's it..." Mu Qingli explained her findings and pointed to the top of the mountain in the west. The swallows flying south began to fly close to the ground, which was not a sign of the coming rain.

Accountant Wu and Village Chief Li both looked at the sky carefully. The sun was blazing above their heads. However, the clouds were indeed low in the west. They made a decision immediately and immediately sent some people to the drying field to collect grain. The people in the field also stopped harvesting. Put it away and move it back quickly.

Mu Qingli also hurried back to collect the food. Li Hongni was a little angry. This educated youth actually passed her and ran directly to Accountant Wu and her father. She clearly didn't take her seriously, and she couldn't help but feel a little unhappy.

Everyone moved the grain and collected the grain. The harvest was almost done. It was still sunny and everyone couldn't help but feel doubtful.

Under Li Hongni's vigorous publicity, almost everyone knew that it was Mu Qingli who suggested that it was going to rain. At this time, everyone was a little more skeptical of Mu Qingli and said more. Of course, they were all bad words. Most of them didn't believe it, and some said that Mu Qingli was too pushy.

"Village Chief! Why don't you stop collecting them? If you don't keep them all, you'll have to spread them out in a while. What a waste of time!"

"That's right! With such good weather, it would be a pity not to dry out the food!"

"We're still waiting to hand over the public grain to share the food!"

Even Accountant Wu and the village chief could hardly withstand the pressure. Everyone harvested grain at a slower pace, and some even stopped harvesting.

While everyone was arguing, the sun hid unknowingly and gradually disappeared. The blue sky, which was originally crisp and clear in autumn, became gloomy.

"Look! It's cloudy!" Someone shouted. Everyone looked at the sky in unison. Only Mu Qingli raised her eyes and glanced at the mountains to the west.

At this time, the clouds in the west were getting lower, and the mountains were basically covered with dark clouds.

"Hurry! Collect the grain! Let the fields go faster!" Seeing this, everyone who questioned was speechless, and Accountant Wu shouted.

"I'm going to inform Tianli!" Village Chief Li ran faster at this time, striding towards the field.

Finally, there was only a small tail left in the grain, and the autumn rain began to fall, and soon the ground was wet. The people who were still working couldn't help but shudder. Sure enough, there was an autumn rain and a cold, and on sunny days they were even beaten. The sun hurts my face, and when it rains, the chill comes.

Although it was cold, everyone worked harder and had to collect the grain quickly. Soon, many people came to work in the fields, and finally the grain that was slightly wet was collected.

Everyone was soaked in the rain, listening to the rustle of rain falling on the fields, and sighing as they watched the unfinished crops in the fields. No matter whether it was autumn harvest or summer harvest, the most fearful thing was if it rained. I wonder if the food would get moldy or sprout?

Mu Qingli finished her duties and returned home in the rain. She closed the door tightly and went into the space to take a hot bath. She cleaned herself up neatly and changed into dry clothes before opening the door and coming out. The rain got worse. The rain was getting heavier and heavier. Mu Qingli looked at the raindrops that were getting bigger. Thinking that Mu Qingfeng hadn't come back yet, she took the black oilcloth umbrella and went out.

This is also thanks to the fact that she bought a lot of shops selling period items around the end of the world. Otherwise, she would not be able to find an umbrella, and she would not dare to take out items that are not in line with this era.

Mu Qingli walked in the rain with an oilcloth umbrella, heading towards the cornfield where Mu Qingfeng worked. On the way, she met several educated youths running to the Educated Youth Home.

Li Jiaojiao was almost soaked, thinking that she didn't even have a change of clothes, and couldn't help but feel sad. Seeing Mu Qingli dressed neatly, walking leisurely in the rain with an umbrella, she couldn't help but feel jealous.

Mu Qingli turned around and saw Mu Qingfeng who had just put the corn into the warehouse.

"Brother!" Mu Qingli's voice was clear and sweet, and the workers couldn't help but turn their heads and look over.

"Lili! Why are you here! What should I do if I catch a cold?" Mu Qingfeng said and ran to Mu Qingli.

Mu Qingli moved the umbrella over to cover the top of his head.

Mu Qingfeng chuckled, took the umbrella, and left with Mu Qingli in the envious eyes of everyone. Walking on the road, he quietly moved the umbrella towards Mu Qingli.

"Brother! The corn is not afraid of rain, so why put it in the warehouse?"

"Food is precious and we can't tolerate any losses. Just do whatever the team arranges!" Mu Qingfeng said nonchalantly.

He has been doing farm work since he was a child, and he doesn't care about it. He has plenty of strength.

The brother and sister returned to the adobe house. There was still warm water in Mu Qingli's stove, so Mu Qingfeng was asked to wash up and change clothes quickly to avoid catching a cold.

After washing up, Mu Qingli had already prepared delicious meals, including a plate of scrambled eggs, a plate of bacon and stir-fried vegetables, a bowl of polenta, and a few steamed buns with mixed noodles, of course the kind with more white flour and less cornmeal. She has prepared these and put them in space.

Mu Qingfeng only knew that she had made steamed buns yesterday and kept them in the kitchen. He didn't know that she had quietly put them into the space. At this time, when she took them out, they still looked like they had just been steamed. Mu Qingfeng only thought that Mu Qingli had heated them up. That’s all.

After the two of them had eaten and drank and packed up, they sat in the main room and looked out the door, chatting and watching the rain, which was extremely comfortable.

Things are not going well here at the Educated Youth Institute. It is raining and busy harvesting grain. No one cares about the firewood in the sun. It is humid at this time. There is no dry firewood in the firewood room. Let alone eating, it is difficult to boil hot water. Problem, for a time, the cold and hungry educated youths became a mess.

"It's all your fault! Zhang Mengmeng insisted on spreading the firewood to dry in the sun. It's fine now! There's not a single dry firewood left!" Lin Fang, an old educated youth, couldn't stand it and shouted.

"How can you blame me? I'm doing it for everyone's benefit. Even if you don't get wet, all you picked up are green branches. Can you burn them?" Zhang Mengmeng said aggrievedly, "Who asked you to be lazy and cut off the tree branches when the forest rangers pruned them? I picked up all the fallen branches and didn’t even pick up dry firewood! Since the Muzhiqing brothers and sisters left, how can I burn firewood directly without drying it? Why don’t I see you shouting when the weather is nice? "

Zhang Mengmeng scolded several educated youths who had done this. They all rubbed their noses and were extremely embarrassed.

"Okay! Everyone, please stop talking! Why don't we go to Mu Zhiqing to borrow firewood! We will return it to her when the weather clears up!" At this time, Zhang Yawei said.

"That's the only way. The weather won't clear up for a while! We have to eat!" Su Qingya, an old educated youth, said softly, agreeing to Zhang Yawei's suggestion.

"It's such a long distance! If I borrow firewood back, won't I get wet?" Huang Li, an old educated youth, said angrily.

"..." Zhang Yawei remained awkwardly silent. She looked at the moderate rain outside and calculated the distance from the foot of the mountain to the Educated Youth Home. Although the firewood would get wet, it should be able to burn it, right?

"Why don't you borrow it from a fellow villager's house nearby?" Su Qingya, an old educated youth, thought about it and said.

"...Who is going?" Li Shiyao, an old educated youth, asked weakly.