Traveling through the world of beasts: Lingquan space has some fields

"Where is Lang Yu?" Lang Yu is now in charge of the affairs in the fields. He reports the progress to Qiao Xin every day. Qiao Xin knows that the harvest period for the remaining wheat will be in these few days.

Speaking of Cao Cao, Cao Cao will arrive.

A silver-gray wolf rushed in through the small door. As soon as it entered, it saw Qiao Xin and Lang Rui standing in the rain. It braked suddenly, slipped, and fell to the ground in an instant, sliding in front of the two people.

"..."

"!!!"

Lang Yu was so anxious that he opened his mouth and said, "Ah."

He howled for a moment, then immediately shut his mouth, transformed into a human form, jumped up from the ground, and dragged Qiao Xin out, "Some wheat has fallen to the ground."

Qiao Xin held him back, and a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, trying to appease the impatient orc, "I know."

There are three stages in the wheat maturation process: milky stage, yellow stage and full stage. In the milky stage, the stems and leaves of wheat are still green, and the grains are filling; in the yellow stage, the wheat plants are golden, the moisture content is reduced, and the grains are full and waxy, so it is also called the waxy stage, which is the best harvest period. Not only are the grains high in weight and quality, but the risk of wind and rain is also small; in the full stage, the wheat plants are withered, yellow, and brittle, the grain weight is reduced, and the heads are prone to rot, ears break, and grains fall.

The wheat in the field has entered the yellow ripening stage.

Lang Yu was so anxious, but Qiao Xin could still laugh, because what fell down were all food.

Qiao Xin continued, "Wait until the rain stops before rushing to harvest. It's too difficult to harvest wheat in the rain. The safety of the tribe members is more important than food."

Lang Yu was stunned, pursed his lips, and loosened his grip on Qiao Xin's wrist, "Excuse me."

Lang Rui's face was gloomy. Seeing that he had let go, he quickly picked up Qiao Xin's wrist to check. There was a dark blue circle there, "......!"

Lang Rui knew that now was not the time to lose his temper. As the tribe leader, he had to keep calm at this moment. "Wait until the rain stops and make sure there is no breach of the dam and no mud and rocks rushing down from the mountain before sending people to harvest."

Qiao Xin didn't care about this injury. Lang Yu was also very anxious. "Lang Rui is right. We can't go out rashly. Send people to keep a close eye on the river to see if it will overflow the riverbank and pull up the water truck."

Lang Rui: "I'll go, you go back first and make some ginger soup to get rid of the cold."

Qiao Xin wanted to take off her raincoat and give it to Lang Rui, but he refused, "I can't wear it because of my body shape."

Qiao Xin gave up. There wasn't enough shark silk left, so the size of the raincoat she made was more suitable for female bodies. Lang Rui really couldn't wear it. "I was so anxious that I lost my mind."

Shu Lin came over wearing a straw raincoat, "Master Qiao Xin, the cubs have cooked ginger soup in the cave, go and have some."

Qiao Xin found that Shu Lin's voice was trembling when he spoke, although she was trying hard to control it.

Qiao Xin held Shu Lin's trembling hand and said, "It'll be okay. We have built a river bank to prevent the backflow of river water. There won't be a flood."

Qiao Xin is very confident about the river embankment they built.

Shu Lin smiled and said nothing.

They also experienced spring rains in the spring, and the river embankments withstood the flood season, but this time the rain was obviously heavier and more violent than in the spring.

Just like the flood last year.

Lang Rui watched Qiao Xin's tiny figure disappear in the rain and fog, then turned around and selected ten teams of ten people and went to the river bank.

The rain came with great force, and the river water not only became turbid, but also rose sharply. However, it was still within controllable range. It was just that the fence they had built for raising ducks was almost submerged, and the ducks kept inside had long been washed away.

"Help."

"I just heard a cry for help." Lang Ye wiped the water off his face and stretched his neck to look into the river, as if he could see farther by stretching his neck a little further.

Lang Rui's ears twitched slightly.

Besides the crackling sound of raindrops, there was also a faint sound of breathing.

Lang Rui rushed to the river bank, "The other teams, go and bring the water wheels up from the river." There was a water wheel every twenty meters on both sides of the river. The one close to the city wall supplied water to the tribe's vegetable fields, while the other side supplied water to the fields.

These windmills cannot afford to fail. The river is flowing fast and the water level is rising. The water wheels are pushed by the river to continuously fill the canals with water, increasing the waterlogging in the fields.

The person who was about to follow him to rescue people stopped, turned around and rushed to the waterwheel by the river.

Lang Rui walked downstream along the river bank.

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Qiao Xin entered the cub cave. The cubs here had all experienced the flood. Each of them had fear on their face, and they huddled together in a daze.

When Mao Li saw Qiao Xin coming in, he rushed to Qiao Xin regardless of his weak legs, knelt down with a plop, and pressed tightly against Qiao Xin's feet. "Master Qiao Xin, Mao Qing is missing. I asked him to go back to the cave before it rained, but I didn't see him in the cave just now."

The tribe allowed orcs over the age of 12 to own a cave. At that time, Mao Li was exactly 14 years old and lived with his younger brother Mao Qing.

After harvesting the chestnuts and potatoes, when Mao Li returned to the cave, he did not see his younger brother. It happened that the adult orcs of the tribe had gathered all the cubs in the cub cave, so he did not find a chance to go out and look for him.

He just told the witch what happened, but the witch didn't allow him to go out.

Lu Yao: "What are you doing, Shu Lin, put him up."

Qiao Xin is more important to the tribe than ordinary orcs.

Lu Yao would never allow Qiao Xin to go out and take risks.

Shu Lin tremblingly pulled Mao Li away. Mao Li whimpered and did not dare to resist.

Qiao Xin couldn't bear it, so she squatted down and said, "The tribe leader has gone to the river to set up a waterwheel. I'll send someone to tell him to go look for it, okay?"

Mauli cried loudly, "Thank you, thank you." Apart from thanking him, he really didn't know what to say.

Now every cave is packed with people, with people sticking close to each other and basically no space left. Everyone prays devoutly in their hearts, hoping that the heavy rain will go away quickly.

Soon Lu Yao called Lu Ming and said, "Go to the river and tell the tribe leader to find that restless bastard."

As soon as Lu Ming left, the macaque sat up against the wall, lowered his head, and sobbed from time to time.

The 15-year-old boy could not bear the loss of his only relative.

After drinking the ginger soup, Qiao Xin looked at the hole in the sky and kept pouring water down.

Without weather forecasts, it is difficult to avoid these natural disasters.

Lu Yao was kneeling beside him, muttering something. Qiao Xin knew he was praying.

She also learned it, but she couldn't communicate with the Beast God. Lu Yao was so frightened that she kept shouting that it was impossible and she was unwilling to accept this reality.

After Lu Yao finished reading a paragraph, he lifted his eyelids and glared at Qiao Xin. This atheist was really irritating. "Read."

Qiao Xin understood, but till now, Wu was still unwilling to accept the reality and still firmly believed that she was his successor.

But if reciting it can make the elderly happy, then just recite it!

Qiao Xin sang ancient prayers.

On the river bank, Lang Rui finally found the orc who was calling for help. He was a thin and weak cub, holding tightly onto a crooked tree on the bank.

In their daily training, one of the practical exercises is swimming. Orcs are born able to swim, but everyone's physical strength is different. The small figure in the river will soon be swallowed up by the water.

Lang Rui, who was originally thinking about finding something to reach out and save the person, didn't have time to think and jumped directly into the river.