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Even though he is as smart as Li Laoer, he has no idea. He can't think of any practical way to solve the problem, and it is difficult to resolve household matters.

The grains from each household had been taken back, and they were taking advantage of the sun to spread them out on the wheat fields in front of their houses.

The wheat must be sun-dried. On the one hand, it is difficult to store because of the high moisture content and is prone to mold. On the other hand, because it cannot be fully exposed to the sun, the grain station does not collect it at all and cannot deliver public grain.

After Li He finished his lunch, he took a long bamboo pole and stood on the wheat field to guard against chickens, ducks and sparrows from the sky.

Before they even entered the wheat field, Li He's bamboo pole started shaking and he kept roaring.

The most difficult thing to deal with is the sparrows. They have learned well and feel that this person cannot stand them. They can just lower their heads and eat wheat, and Li He can perform whatever he wants.

Li He bluffed several times, but the sparrows did not fly, and none of them would leave until they were driven back.

As soon as he arrived, they immediately fluttered their wings and hid among the dense leaves. Nothing would happen. The chirping sparrows on the branches seemed to be laughing at Li He.

He gnashed his teeth at them, not just him, but everyone. Sparrows not only eat food, they can also destroy the grass on the roof. Many houses have thatched houses, and sparrows and birds nest on the roofs of thatched houses looking for insects, which can destroy a house in a few days.

Thatched houses often leak, not because they are not built well, but because the sparrows damage them too much.

Li He went back and forth for seven or eight times, driving them away again and again. He was very tired and too lazy to move. He just ate them and stopped driving them away. He could only comfort himself. He loved animals and people. People are responsible.

This inevitably caused Wang Yulan to complain a lot, and even a sparrow couldn't take it seriously.

The sun has set, and an experienced driver predicts that there will be no rain tomorrow. The wheat is safe on the field, so it only needs to be piled up at night.

But after dinner, the stars disappeared, the dark clouds moved this way, the wind blew fiercely, Li He was startled, and quickly shouted to Wang Yulan and Li Zhaokun, "It's going to rain, stop it quickly."

Wang Yulan panicked when she heard that it was going to rain. A lot of grain was dried today, not only in front of their house, but also in front of Li Long's house, tens of thousands of kilograms of grain.

Li Zhaokun didn't dare to be careless anymore. He knew the importance clearly. He threw off the slippers that were hanging on his feet at once. He pushed the wooden cart with his bare feet, randomly picked up dustpans, bags and other items and rushed to the wheat drying field.

If the wheat is exposed to rain, it will become moldy and spoil, and it will not be able to be paid to the public. For many families, it is simply a disaster.

Li He immediately turned on the big bulb on the wheat field. It was so bright that he could see far away.

Li Long and his wife arrived very quickly. They had to collect the ones at the door of their mother-in-law's house before they could collect the ones at their own door.

Get pushers, shovels, straw curtains, and tarpaulins. Those who can be packed into the house are packed first. Those who cannot be packed into bags are gathered into piles first and covered with raincloths. They push and cover, racing against time and grabbing everything. Before it rained, there was a lot of busy work.

The dull thunder came and rumbled for a while, and it was unknown when the clouds would explode, which stirred everyone's tense nerves.

Occasionally, a few raindrops fall from the sky. Just these few raindrops scared the baby to death! The heavy rain has come to mind.

I would rather lose ten pounds of meat than lose a grain of grain! Try your best to pretend and push!

Some people who collected the goods quickly came uninvited and brought their own tools to help Li He's family collect the goods. Liu Laosi and Pan Guangcai were both here. Not only did Li He not have the time to say thank you pretentiously, he also urged him from behind. You should hurry up.

After finishing collecting at the door of Li He's house, a group of people hurried to the wheat field in front of Li Long's house.

At this time, the wind was blowing harder, and the dust blown up was already blinding people.

This time, more people came to help grab the spot, including Liu Dazhuang’s whole family. Even Mr. Li Fucheng, who had just vowed not to help his son with work in the future, came. They finished helping their second son and third son, and they didn't even have time to take a breath.

He Zhaodi ran out of the night in a hurry with a wooden shovel on her shoulders. She was barefoot, with her trousers rolled up, and her head was covered with gray.

"Big girl, you don't need to be busy. Go back and rest. Is your home okay?" Wang Yulan was also used to following He Laoxi and affectionately called He Zhaodi "big girl." The wheat field of Li Long's house has almost been harvested. She only needs to sweep up a thin layer of wheat on the ground to call it a day. There is no need for extra people to intervene, so she slowly greeted He Zhaodi at this time.

He Zhaodi smiled and grabbed the bamboo broom on the ground and said, "My family just finished collecting more than 30 bags."

When Li He returned from carrying a bag of buns back to the house, he saw that there were just a few finishing touches, not to mention there were so many people. He lit up a cigarette carelessly and sat on a pile of wheat straw to watch everyone working.

After the last bag of wheat was carried into the house, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Lightning pierced the sky, followed by thunder, boom...

The heavy rain that had been holding back for a long time finally couldn't help but pour down on the village that had not slept all night, as if it was going to baptize this battle.

Everyone who helped the Li family to finish the matter had to go home. No one was willing to take an umbrella from the Li family. They were all dirty anyway and needed to be washed in the rain before they were happy.

Mr. and Mrs. Li Zhaokun helped Mr. and Mrs. Li Fucheng go home.

Li He came out of the house and was about to go back when he saw He Zhaodi standing under the eaves, eager to rush out into the heavy rain.

"Let's go, I'll see you off."

Li He took an umbrella from the corner of the door. He had a flashlight in his hand, but it probably wouldn't be useful if it got caught in the rain.

"It's okay, you are busy with your business." He Zhaodi rushed into the rain curtain after saying this, tearing apart the dark night washed by the heavy rain.

"Slow down." Li He still caught up with an umbrella and flashlight.

I ran with bare feet, cautiously, for fear of scratching the soles of my feet. There might be gravel and shards of glass in the mud.

Of course, if you are not careful, you may slip.

The wind was blowing hard and the rain was coming hard. He couldn't catch up with the umbrella, and he couldn't even see the shadow of He Zhaodi.

He was so angry that he threw the umbrella away and continued to chase after him with a flashlight.

"What are you doing here?" He Zhaodi stopped by a ditch, which was the only way for her to go home.

"Is the water rising?" Li He looked with a flashlight and found that the water had reached the shore and even the paddy fields on both sides were full. This shows how hard the rain was.

"It's okay. You can find a way out for me and I'll go there myself." He Zhaodi didn't take it seriously. She has been running boats all year round and naturally has good water skills.

Li He looked at the fast and turbid water and suggested, "Let's walk on the bridge, it's a bit dangerous here."

"No need." She didn't bother to wipe the rainwater running down her face, she just smoothed her hair out of her eyes.