My Koi Sister is Three and a Half Years Old

Chapter 42 Late Night Harvest

“Village chief, what’s going on? Why do you need to collect grain suddenly?”

 “Yeah, it’s almost dark.”

“Originally, there is still half a month until the rice is ripe. Why is it so urgent all of a sudden? It will be dark soon and we won’t be able to harvest it. After harvesting, we still have to dry it..."

 “When you take it back, put it in the granary and don’t cover it until it’s rotten?” All the villagers came to the threshing floor, and Suisui stood at the feet of the village chief. A group of children suddenly looked at her with envy and admiration.

 The little ancestor is indeed a little ancestor.

The village chief stood in the middle of the threshing floor, his face looking horribly gloomy.

He rubbed his brows and said, "Everyone who can breathe tonight will go harvest rice. Tomorrow... you will know tomorrow." He glanced at Sui Sui. It would be better if it were bigger.

The village chief didn't have the intention to explain to them, so he immediately waved his hand.

 “When did you miss listening to me?”

 Everyone fell silent for a moment.

 This is true.

"The archers and guards are still patrolling, don't let down your guard. The children are holding torches on the field ridges, and the rest who can breathe, all come with me to harvest." After thinking about it.

“Xingfeng, take a small road and inform Juren Village.” The villagers of Linshui Village now live in the village, so it’s convenient.

"If the Juren Village is free, let them notify the surrounding area." I think some can be saved.

“Just say, the locust plague is coming. Does it look like the locust plague thirty years ago to you today?” The village chief pointed to the sky.

 Some old people have experienced locust plagues. Once the locusts passed by, everything was devastated.

 There was not a patch of green left, and there was no grain harvest.

　Countless people starved to death that year.

The old people trembled with fear just hearing these words: "We can't have a locust plague. This is adding insult to injury. God, you are killing everyone." The old man immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed. While crying.

Crying with tears.

 “It’s really similar today.” Some old people felt heavy in their hearts.

“Village chief, where did you get the news?” Yan Laoer asked.

The village chief glanced at him: "No matter where the news comes from, make preparations immediately. The recovered grain will be immediately hidden in the granary and cellar, and all places will be tightly blocked."

Yan Laoer frowned.

"Village Chief, how can you believe this unfounded thing? I have never heard of a locust plague before! Just guessing will trouble the whole village, isn't it a waste of people and money? And the rice is not ripe. Village Chief, why not..." The village chief suddenly became angry.

"Those who are willing to take it will come with me right away. If they don't want to, just do whatever you want." The village chief is now very tired of the Yan family's old house.

Yan Chunhua caused great trouble in the village, and her relatives and the whole village complained.

“Village chief, we believe in you.”

"That's right, village chief, let's go with you. At worst, it's a hard night, and it doesn't matter if the locusts don't come and move out." It must be said that the majesty of the village chief is still invincible.

Wang Xingfeng glanced at Suisui, and it must have been his little ancestor’s idea again.

Immediately ran away to Juren Village, shouting loudly as he walked: "The locust plague is coming, hurry up and collect food." Regardless of whether they believed it or not, they left after shouting.

"It's almost dark and it's still so hot. I'm afraid we'll have to work all night to collect grain tonight. Xiaoshan, go bake two meat patties for me. Collecting grain is a physical job." Butcher Hu said loudly. His family had no land, but his mother-in-law's family still had no land. There are quite a few.

Hu Xiaoshan immediately rushed into the kitchen.

 Many children prepare dry food and water bottles at home.

There were also some half-year-old children who also went to the fields with sickles. The fields were dry and cracked, and the previously stored water had been used up half a month ago.

"Hiss... my feet are hot in this field." The farmer grinned from the heat.

“Bring me my shoes quickly, my feet are about to get blistered. It’s hard to believe that these rice plants can survive.” The man sighed, raised his head, and saw that the rice fields on the other side were filled with people.

 Looking back towards the village, there were archers standing on the high watchtower.

Everyone knows that the Yan family's Erlang is very powerful and makes people feel at ease.

The outside of the high wall is covered with thorns, and ditches with traps are dug on the edge. The home is inside the copper wall.

"I didn't feel that before, but now I feel at ease in the village. I'm not afraid of opening the door at night..." A woman stood up and wiped the sweat from her face with emotion.

"No, I heard that Juren Village also wants to build a wall. But their village is not big and their hearts are not united, so they haven't built it yet. In our village, both men and women practice kung fu. How can it be possible in their village?" The man who spoke turned around. Roll your eyes.

 In the past, Juren Village thought Wangjia Village had no scholars and scolded them for being illiterate.

Now, in order to survive, several villages have become one and the relationship is only a little better.

“Hurry up and collect it. I heard that only the rice here in Xiushui Town is alive. I guess it’s because of the rain that night...” Everyone in Wangjia Village fell silent.

They all knew how timely and strange the rain was.

“If we want to talk about the best rice, it comes from Yan Hansheng’s family. The roots of the rice ears are bent, and we don’t know how much we can get back.” Everyone felt itchy when they thought of the rice fields of Yan Hansheng’s family.

 Having been planting rice for decades, this is the first time I have seen such heavy ears.

"Does it mean that if you raise an ear at home, the rice will grow well?" Everyone joked.

Suisui was sitting on the ridge of the field at the moment. Mrs. Lin was carrying boiled water to cool down, and she also took the time to make some porridge and cold noodles. The evening breeze made the Buddha's face feel a little more peaceful.

"Dad has to patrol, and second brother has to guard the fence. Hey, how long will the eldest brother have to wait alone?" Suisui was a little anxious, but the eldest brother was going to be exhausted.

"Your father just received news. He and your uncle Wang have changed shifts and will come to collect grain later." Mrs. Lin said with a smile.

 She is pregnant now, her belly is already swollen, and she dare not bend down to cut the rice.

"Hey, why are you in such a hurry..." Mrs. Lin raised her head and looked at the sky. The sky was filled with stars and the moon was out.

 The whole Wangjia Village was like a fire dragon. The children were holding torches, and there was fire everywhere.

 “It’s also lit up over there in Juren Village.”

“It seems to be bright over there, but it’s too far away to see clearly.” Lin looked into the distance.

　　If you harvest early or harvest overnight, not many people will believe it.

Wang Xingfeng was out of breath from running, his face was covered with sweat from exhaustion, and his clothes were soaked through.

"Hurry up and drink some cold porridge to cool down your anger." Mrs. Lin hurriedly poured him a bowl.

“There are not many people who believe... but Juren Village believes it.” The last time I followed Wangjia Village to raid Heifeng Village, I tasted the benefits.

“Also, Lijiatun next door to them is also being harvested.”

The little boy was panting from exhaustion: "There are probably six or seven villages in the big town. I took some candies and passed them around to the children around me. I guess they can spread all over Xiushan Town before dawn."

 As for how many people believe, that is fate.

This year’s rain has only benefited Xiushan Town. If it can be harvested, many people can survive.

"Little Ancestor, is there really going to be a locust plague?" The young boy looked around and asked secretly next to Suisui's ear.

 (End of this chapter)