Rebirth in the 70s: Crazy criticizing spoiled husband for being clingy

It wasn't until early April that the weather gradually warmed up.

Song Weimin did not waste any time and immediately organized manpower to plow the land.

Because he was unsure, he mostly chose corn, sweet potatoes and other non-squeamish crops when farming.

He was right to be cautious.

There was no rain throughout the spring, and the fields were all watered manually to meet the needs of the crops.

Summer is even hotter than in previous years. If you don't water the crops, the crops will wilt.

Song Weimin organized a water-carrying team to carry water every day, trying his best to meet the needs of crop growth.

But as a result, more people suffer from heat stroke.

It’s already hot in the summer, and you have to do heavy physical work, so heat stroke is not a rare thing.

Tang Banxia became busy, running around all day long.

Later, she simply held a small class in the village on how to provide first aid for heatstroke and which acupuncture points were useful.

In this way, she relaxed.

But it was not easy, as all three members of her family had to work in the fields.

Xia Tian's appetite was poor, and he had to do heavy physical work all day long. The three of them lost weight rapidly, and Tang Banxia almost felt distressed to death.

Cooking in different ways every day, making soup, nourishing the three of them.

Despite this, after one summer, Tang Minxun, Su Nan and Wen Mubai still lost a lot of weight.

Fortunately, the temperature gradually dropped.

Just when everyone breathed a sigh of relief, God acted like a monster again.

When I woke up early in the morning, the sky was overcast.

Tang Banxia looked at the sky outside and said, "It's going to rain."

"It's raining." Wen Mubai's voice sounded sleepy.

Tang Banxia also nodded. Raining at this time is indeed a good thing for the crops.

Her good mood lasted until noon and then came to an abrupt end.

Tang Banxia leaned against the door, looking at the egg-sized hail falling outside, with a solemn expression on his face.

Wen Mubai took a coat and put it on her: "Stop looking."

If God doesn't give people a way to survive, what can they do?

The hail fell quickly and fiercely, with a crackling sound, as if it was hitting people's hearts, which was very uncomfortable.

This hailstorm will damage the crops in the fields.

Tang Banxia took a sip and followed him into the house.

Yes, there is no use worrying anymore.

She was relatively calm. Some old people in the village couldn't help but burst into tears when they saw this situation. They cried for God's sake!

It was not until evening that the hail stopped, followed by heavy rain.

It started to rain, and no one could be seen three meters away.

Naturally, it was impossible to go to work in such weather, but no one was happy, and everyone had sorrow on their faces.

Affected by the atmosphere, the children of Tang Tuantuan became more peaceful and ate obediently every day without causing trouble.

"Hey~" Tang Minxun sighed.

Only when we have shed drops of sweat on the soil can we understand the value of food.

Seeing that the atmosphere was dull, Wen Mubai changed the subject: "I wonder how the three men in the bullpen are doing?"

Tang Banxia cooperated and said: "It should be fine. When the rain subsides, you can go over and have a look. If it doesn't work, let them come and stay for a few days."

"it is good."

The family was sitting in the main room, looking at the rain outside.

"Fortunately, I bought some food before." Su Nan said.

To be honest, their family doesn't rely on food from the fields at all, but most other families in the village do.

This hailstorm destroyed most of the food, and most people in the village were hungry.

"Captain Song is a smart man." Tang Minxun said.

There is foresight and courage.

After a brief chat, the room became quiet again.

Until the evening, after dinner, everyone went back to their houses. The children in Tang Tuantuan were clamoring to sleep with their grandma, so they had no choice but to let him go.

When it gets dark, there is not much entertainment.

It was just about men and women, but Wen Mubai noticed that Tang Banxia was not very interested, so he stopped after coming once.

"Daughter-in-law, don't worry, there is always a way."

Tang Banxia leaned into his arms and said "Yeah".

The heavy rain lasted for three full days before gradually tapering off.

As soon as he became small, Wen Mubai put on his raincoat and went to the cowshed. When he came back, he took the three members of the Jiang family with him.

The three members of the Jiang family were all wet and their lips were white. The first thing they said when they came in was: "Excuse me."

Tang Minxun took them next door to change into dry clothes.

After the others left, Wen Mubai explained the situation: "There is no rain in the cowshed, but they don't have enough firewood, so they went up the mountain to collect firewood in the rain."

Tang Banxia frowned: "Let them stay here."

She also heard a little bit about the situation of the three members of the Jiang family.

"It's better to send them some firewood." Wen Mubai disagreed with letting them stay.

Tang Banxia thought for a while: "That's fine."

She is an outsider after all, and there are so many secrets here that it is really not suitable for outsiders to stay here.

After the three members of the Jiang family finished changing their clothes, Wen Mubai offered to give them some firewood, and the three of them were overjoyed.

A good man goes to the end, and Wen Mubai helped send him back.

In the afternoon, someone came to inform me that the captain wanted to gather the strong labor force.

Wen Mubai and Tang Minxun were both gathered, and Su Nan followed. Tang Banxia stayed at home to look after the children, and cooked bone soup for them to drink when they came back.

In the evening, the three of them came back together, all looking bad.

Wen Mubai said: "Most of the crops were destroyed."

Fortunately, most of the crops grown in their village are corn and sweet potatoes, so there is still a chance of rescue.

But we must rescue as soon as possible.

The corn stalks have been smashed down. If left alone, the corn will rot in the ground. The same goes for the sweet potatoes.

There was no other way, Song Weimin could only arrange for everyone to collect it as soon as possible.

All men and women in the village go into battle, so the elderly and children are spared. It would be bad if they get sick after being caught in the rain.

Even Yuan Jiang and Qu Chengfeng also went, and An Yancheng was sent out by Tang Banxia, ​​leaving Wang Wei alone to protect him.

Perhaps God was moved by everyone's struggle for survival, so the light rain stopped after two days.

Tang Banxia also walked out of the house with her child in her arms.

When I arrived at the field, I saw everything was desolate.

There were almost no people standing in the corn field, and the seedlings in the sweet potato field were all sunk in the soil.

Everyone was covered in mud, but they didn't dare to stop for a moment.

Tang Banxia took one look and didn't want to look again.

She went home and got some medicinal materials, called Mrs. Song and Grandma Guihua, cooked some ginger soup, and carried it to the field to distribute to everyone.

At least warm yourself up and get rid of the moisture, so you don't get sick again.

The day after the rain stopped, commune leaders came down to inspect.

On the third day, the town leaders came.

The fourth day is for county leadership.

On the sixth day after that, Song Weimin was notified of a meeting.

After I came back, I brought back a piece of news: I can owe you the public grain for this year and pay it back slowly.

Moreover, relief food will be distributed from above to help everyone tide over the difficulties.

As soon as this news came out, it was like a shot in the arm, injecting a bit of vitality into the dead village.

But Song Weimin's face was still ugly.

There will be relief food, but their village will not have it, because Gu Yue Village has left some food at least.

Further north, there is almost no harvest.

If the country wants to provide relief, it must focus on the more difficult areas.

Tang Banxia glanced at Song Weimin, pursed his lips, but did not expose him, and continued to cook his own ginger soup.

For twenty days, all the crops in the fields were harvested.

Some of it is already rotten.

After the rain stopped, the sky was also gloomy. It was difficult to dry it in the short term, so the only option was to dry it.

Dried grain has a damp smell, but it's better than nothing.

After the grain was dried, Song Weimin was unambiguous and immediately distributed it to everyone.

After finishing his work in the village, he started running to the commune one after another...