After becoming a vicious stepmother, the villain cub is super clingy

Jiang family.

After Jiang Tang finished telling the three children a story, Mo Jingnian looked at the sky outside and asked, "Brother, will it really rain tonight?"

"It should be at dawn. The rain won't be too heavy at first. It will only get heavier after breakfast!"

"Brother Nian, you said there is still an acre of corn. Can Uncle San harvest it all?"

Mo Jingnian grinned: "It's definitely not possible before I eat the Roujiamo you gave me. It will definitely be possible after I eat the Roujiamo you gave me!"

"If you ask me, Third Uncle should rush to grab the rice tonight. Third Uncle is the most efficient worker. He can harvest at least two acres of rice tonight. The rest can only be left in the field!"

Jiang Tang listened to the three children talking one after another without interrupting.

Most of the villagers had harvested the rice, and those who were quicker had already husked the rice and taken it home, leaving only some wheat straw on the rice field.

When it got dark, she heard the villagers say that many people were working overtime to harvest the crops tonight.

No one believed that there would be a heavy rain tomorrow, and everyone just wanted to use Jiang Tang's free carriage.

Jiang Tang didn't know when he fell asleep.

The next day, when my biological clock woke me up, it was drizzling outside.

Jiang Tang put on his clothes and went to Sun's house holding an umbrella.

"I was just about to go to your house to tell you that I'm not going to town today!" Zhou Baofeng came towards me.

Jiang Tang looked at the rice field and asked, "How many families have not yet harvested their rice?"

"Seven or eight families, some are on good terms with the Mo family, and some don't want to use your carriage!"

Zhou Baofeng paused and said, "But now all those people are in the fields. The village chief has asked the villagers to help them harvest quickly!"

Jiang Tang guessed that this would be the case; the old village chief was a good person.

Although he was also angry that those people did not do as he said, he could not just leave the crops in the fields after it rained, so he had to harvest as much as possible.

It started raining at dawn. Mo Sanbao had just pulled back the last cart of corn and hurried to call his mother.

His shouting woke up the Mo family members who were still sleeping.

His mother slapped him in the face with the sole of her shoe. He said that the rice had not been harvested yet because of the rain. His mother scolded him for being useless and told him to hurry up.

He repeated what the old village chief had said, and his father finally gave the order for the whole family to go to the fields to harvest.

Liu and Chen were still hesitating and grumbling, saying that Li couldn't even finish such a small job in so many days, so what else could he do!

If the Li family continues to eat for free, it would be better to divide it up!

Upon hearing this, Li lowered his head even lower.

It would be better if they could take the initiative to separate their three rooms. In the future, her husband would not regret blaming her, and the villagers would not poke holes in his spine.

Just like Jiang Tang, if the Mo family hadn't forced them, they wouldn't have split up.

As Li thought this, he did not slow down his work at all.

They had to sign for the harvest of the seven or eight acres of rice, otherwise if the family was not divided in the winter, the three families would definitely starve.

At first, the Mo family didn't take it seriously. They thought the rain would not stop and the sky would clear up after a while.

But after more than an hour, the rain not only did not stop, but it got heavier.

The Mo family then panicked.

Mrs. Mo and Old Man Mo both went down to the fields.

Mo Dalang even went to ask the village chief to ask everyone to help them harvest the crops.

The old village chief was so angry that he scolded Mo Dalang, but he still asked for help to harvest the crops.

There is strength in numbers, and the goods were recovered in just one morning.

But storage is another problem.

Old Man Mo asked Mo Dalang to find Jiang Tang and ask him to open the door, open the door of their house, and let them pull the food in.

Old Mrs. Mo, who was already soaked to the skin, cursed, "Boss, go tell Jiang Tang to turn over the food more often. If it gets moldy and hairy, I'll kill her!"

The people in the first and second rooms breathed a sigh of relief when they heard this. The rice was all wet and was bound to get moldy.

As long as Jiang Tang can compensate them, they won't have to starve in the winter.

Mo Sanbao wiped the rain off his face with his hand and said, "Mom, I have put all the seven or eight acres of rice in Jiang Tang's house. How can I let Jiang Tang see it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Old Mrs. Mo slapped him in the face.

"I haven't even said anything to you yet. You guys are eating shit and you haven't even got the rice back after so many days of harvesting!"

"Don't even think about giving me a bite of white flour this winter!"

"Mom, this is not my fault!"

The usually honest Mo Sanbao rebelled for the first time: "The village chief said a few days ago that it would rain and asked everyone to harvest crops. Do you think the villagers are stupid?"

"We have more than 20 mu of corn and rice fields. How can we wait until late if we rely on just my wife and I?"

"Mo Sanbao, you dare to talk back to me, right? I'll beat you to death, you bastard!"

Old Mrs. Mo attacked Mo Sanbao from both sides and kept slapping him in the face.

Mo Sanbao didn't dodge either. Blood was coming out of the corner of his mouth, but Old Mrs. Mo didn't stop either.

She didn't stop until she was tired.

"Your father and I have the final say in Mo Sanbao's family. If you dare to say something again, you will be separated. Whether you live or die has nothing to do with us!"

Every member of the Mo family was soaked to the skin, and the assassin had no time to speak up to persuade them.

Mo Dalang ran out in the heavy rain and soon ran back.

"Mom and Dad, Jiang Tang didn't open the door even after I called him to death, and even said that there is no relationship between our two families anymore!"

Old Man Mo said gloomily, "You three, hurry up and build the foundation, pile up all the grain on top, and move the rice into the house!"

That's all for now.

The Mo family worked from morning till night and did not even have time to eat lunch. It was not until midnight that they finally prepared all the food.

Old Mrs. Mo, who hadn't worked for a long time, was so tired that he lay down and couldn't say a word.

Mo Dalang frowned and told Li to hurry up and cook.

Mo Sanbao moved his lips, wanted to say something, then shut up and went to the kitchen to help his wife cook.

Just as Chun Ge said, it rained heavily for five whole days.

Chun Ge’s teacher said that on rainy days, we should stay at home and sleep and eat hot meals, so he gave Chun Ge and Nian Ge a day off.

Jiang Tang cooked for them in different ways every day.

The hot pot that Gu Yunlan brought was kept at home, and Jiang Tang made hot pot several times for the children.

After eating, Chun Ge and Nian Ge read books in the house, while Mo Yijun held the medical book that Jiang Tang gave her and read it.

Gu Chunhua and Sun Cuicui came to chat with Jiang Tang.

"Sister-in-law, the soles of your shoes are so beautiful. I'm not as good as you and I can't do housework at all!"

Jiang Tang watched Gu Chunhua embroidering insoles and Sun Cuicui making small clothes for her unborn baby.

I am so envious.

I have to say that our ancestors’ aesthetic taste is beautiful.

The patterns seem to be in their minds, and the needles and threads in their hands seem to have thoughts of their own, making the embroidered things come alive.