Poor family farming: the sick and weak scholar's wife is very sturdy

Chapter 172 The Storm is Coming

The business of selling salt will last for another two or three years at most.

Once the salt is confiscated by the imperial court, the common people cannot buy and sell it privately, then at that time, the villagers will still have to dig food from the ground!
What's more, crops are the lifeblood of the villagers, and they will not give up easily!

Lin Xiao's guess was correct. The villagers who were awakened by the thunder all wore coir raincoats and braved the storm to go to their fields to check the situation.

There were suddenly many figures holding torches on the originally pitch-black field ridge.

Oil-soaked torches flickered faintly on stormy nights.

But even so, it cannot conceal the panic and despair in the eyes of the villagers!
In front of their eyes, large expanses of rice that are about to mature lie between the muddy fields.

Some even left their roots and leaves off the ground!
This made the villagers feel distressed.

Lin Xiao, who came in coir raincoat, was also shocked by the scene in front of him.

She knew that storms could destroy crops, but she didn't expect the storm to come so fast. The weather was fine and there were no signs.

"Boss, I'm afraid our rice fields will lose their harvest this year!"

Lan Lian's face was ugly. She knew that Lin Xiao loved to eat rice. She planted it specially for Lin Xiao and spent a lot of effort, but...
The tragic scene in front of her made her eyes turn red involuntarily.

The storm continued, bit by bit attacking the crops in the field, and many wet seedlings swayed in the wind, but they were powerless after all.

"Is our family's crops going to end?"

A village woman asked with a sad face.

Lin Xiao could hear the trembling in her voice, and just as she was about to say something to comfort her, a thunderbolt suddenly exploded above her head.

Immediately afterwards, the storm became more and more violent, as if it was going to swallow the world.

"Everyone, go back quickly, the weather here is too bad, you can't stay here for long!"

The moment the thunder exploded above the head again, the whole earth seemed to tremble accordingly.

The villagers who came to inspect the rice fields, except for the village woman who was still kneeling on the edge of the field and did not get up, all the others ran to their homes.

Lin Xiao knew her, her name was Huaihua, and she had a good relationship with Aunt Wu. Since Aunt Wu's death, she had been alone.

The man in the family is called a lazy man, as his name suggests, he is not motivated, he fishes for three days and spends two days drying the net, and stays at home all day without doing business.

Ask him to sell salt, he thinks he will lose face.

Asking him to work in the fields, he felt too tired and too dirty.

All the work is done by Huaihua alone.

Now that the field has suffered disaster, the whole village braved the heavy rain to check the situation in the field. It is good for the lazy man to sleep soundly under the quilt, even if the sky falls, it has nothing to do with him.

It's so hateful!

"Sister Huaihua, it's raining too much, let's go back first!"

Lin Xiao stepped forward and said loudly in the rain.

"What do you do when you go back? There's nothing left, nothing left..."

Sophora japonica's tears fall like pearls with a broken string:
"You don't understand, it's all over"

Sophora Sophora cried, her voice hoarse.

Seeing that the days are getting more and more hopeful, but a sudden storm completely shattered this expectation and hope.

Seeing this, Lin Xiao felt a little sad:
"If you stay in the green hills, you won't be afraid of running out of firewood. Sister-in-law Huaihua, go to my house first and change into clean clothes. When the rain stops, we'll think about it!"

"A way? The land is destroyed, what else can I do?"

Huaihua smiled wryly, shook her head and said:

"Don't think about it anymore, no matter how hard we try, it's impossible to save everything."

Seeing Huaihua being so pessimistic, Lin Xiao felt her chest was tight and didn't know how to dissuade her.

She knew that this incident had a great impact on Sophora japonica.

"Sister-in-law, just trust me once in charge. He said that if there is a way, there must be a way. Don't forget, he is a scholar with ink in his belly!"

Lan Lian's words eased Huaihua's emotions a little. She raised her head, nodded with tears in her eyes, and followed Lin Xiao and the others back home.

Lan Lian took out a new set of clothes for Sophora Hua, and let her sit on the edge of the kang to rest.

Huaihua is an orphan with no name and no surname. When she was fifteen or sixteen years old, she wandered to Linjia Village and was taken in by Lazy's parents. They even gave her the name.

Later, she went with the flow and married the lazy man.

After the death of her parents-in-law, Huaihua supported the house alone. She was busy all day long and had no time to spare. Life was so tight, where did she wear new clothes made of cotton cloth?
She couldn't put it down touching the new clothes, and looked at Lan Lian enviously:

"Little Aunt Lin, you're really over the top!"

Lan Lian smiled, then handed the teacup to Huaihua, signaling her to drink a cup of hot tea to warm up her body first.

Outside the house, there was a strong wind and thunderstorms.

The room was peaceful, Lan Lian's smile was extraordinarily gentle, and even her voice was full of warmth.

Sophora Sophora drank warm tea, and the candlelight reflected on her slightly aged face, making her look even more desolate:
"The rain is so sudden that a year's hard work has been wasted, but what should I do!"

Huai Hua muttered to herself, her eyes were empty and out of focus.

Listening to her words, Lin Xiao also fell into deep thought.

I'm afraid that not only the Lin Family Village will lose their crops because of this rain, but even the surrounding villages will probably be severely affected. After all, this rain is too weird and too sudden!

Sure enough, at noon the next day, Lin Xiao learned from Lan Lian that the rice fields in Zhoujia Village, Majia Village and other villages near Linjiacun had been damaged to varying degrees!

Roughly estimated, five or six villages will lose their grain this year!

And this is just the beginning!
In the next few days, the storm stopped and rained suddenly, and the whole land was in an extremely unstable state.

The villagers didn't bother to go to the fields to check the crops anymore, and hid at home one by one, for fear that their mud houses would also be affected.

Because of the storm, the ears of rice in the fields of Linjiacun and several surrounding villages all wilted.

At a glance, almost the entire army was wiped out!

Lin Xiao became more and more anxious.

If the storm doesn't stop, I'm afraid not only the crops will be lost, but even the floods will wreak havoc.

At that time, the surrounding villages will be reduced to funeral objects of the flood!

Including the brother workshop that Lin Xiao worked so hard to create!

The storm lasted for a full week, and the whole village was shrouded in a thick layer of dark clouds.

During this week, Lin Xiao didn't dare to stop for a moment. Under the call of the village chief, he took the rain and led the villagers to strengthen and widen the embankment to prevent the rising river from washing away the river bank.

Due to the heavy rain, the villagers ran barefoot, their feet were covered with mud, and many people even sprained their feet.

But no one cared about these, they all gritted their teeth and persisted.

They can't let their homes be destroyed by the storm. This is the root of their struggle and their life, and no one can give it up!
(End of this chapter)