Five-year-old little girl: Mom has thousands of acres of material space

Jiang Wei turned around and glanced at the field ridge not far away. The ditch that originally diverted water down the mountain had been blocked by the villagers with soil. Now that the autumn harvest was approaching, so much water was naturally not needed.

"It turns out it was just raining..." Jiang Xiaoxiao, who was soaked by the rain, wiped her face and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the scene in front of her. She thought something big would happen...

However, the next second, a crackling sound suddenly sounded intensively.

"Ah! What hit me on the head!"

Amidst the patter of rain, she heard the screams of villagers.

She subconsciously looked up and saw in the rain curtain, hailstones as big as ping pong balls falling from the sky with the heavy rain, hitting people, hitting the ground, and hitting ditches filled with water...

"Ah! My rice!"

The villagers had barely recovered from the sudden hail, and when they turned around they saw that all the rice in the field had been knocked down by the hail.

"Quick! Go home and find a straw curtain to cover the rice! Otherwise, it will all be smashed!" Li Zheng wiped the rain off his face and shouted to the villagers in the field through the rain curtain.

Only then did the villagers react and ran home to get straw curtains.

However, the rainstorm came unexpectedly, was heavy and fierce, and the fields were muddy and slippery. Some of them did not step firmly and almost fell into the field.

Jiang Xiaoxiao protected her head with her hands, and her shoulders were hit by falling hailstones, which caused burning pain.

Each of these hailstones is about the size of a table tennis ball and weighs a lot. In addition, the hailstones fall rapidly from a high altitude and have a huge impact, making them particularly painful when they hit people.

You have to find a place to hide quickly!

As soon as she took out her short legs, she was picked up by her mother in an instant.

When Jiang Xiaoxiao looked up, she saw that her mother-in-law had been draped in a heavy blanket from head to waist. She was held tightly in his arms, which saved her from being hit by hailstones.

"Mom..." Jiang Xiaoxiao called weakly.

This blanket should have been taken out by her mother-in-law from the space. The texture and material are not available in this era, and she came empty-handed. Now she suddenly had an extra blanket on her body. If it hadn't been raining and hailing at the moment, The view was blocked by the rain curtain, so someone might have seen it.

She wanted to remind her mother to leave this place quickly.

But before she could speak, Jiang Wei hugged her and ran away in the other direction of the rain curtain.

Everything as far as the eye could see was the pouring rain, and Jiang Xiaoxiao couldn't see the road ahead clearly, but her mother held her, as if she could see the road ahead clearly, and kept running in a certain direction.

In addition to the sound of rain, there was a lot of noise from the villagers calling for help.

When they ran to the nearest roof to take shelter from the rain, the sudden hail stopped.

The hailstorm lasted for a total of twenty minutes.

Then, the rain gradually stopped.

Jiang Xiaoxiao raised her head, her vision became clearer, and then she saw clearly where they ran to. It was under the eaves of the house closest to the ridge.

Not far away is the big locust tree in the village.

She saw that the branches of the big locust tree had been broken by the hail, and leaves fell all over the ground. There were many villagers hiding under the tree, who were also suffering. They were soaked to the skin, and even had bruises on their heads. There were big bags smashed out by the hail, and many people grimaced in pain.

As soon as Jiang Wei put away the blanket, he heard a scream: "Mom! What's wrong with you!?"

The sound came from the house behind me.

The mother and daughter looked back. They didn't know what to look at, but they were shocked when they saw it.

Behind them was a thatched house. The hail did not last long, but it was fierce and intense. It was also accompanied by heavy rain. The thatched roof was torn to pieces by the rain, and the slightly larger hail directly penetrated the thatched house. , the old man in the hut was hit on the head by hail, and he fainted directly. "Go find Doctor Zhou quickly!" Jiang Wei reminded him quickly outside the house when he saw the blood dripping from the head of the 70-year-old man.

The man quickly asked his wife to find Zhou Langzhong.

This hailstorm is so violent. I wonder what happened to the rice in the fields?

Jiang Wei was very worried, so he rushed to the field with Jiang Xiaoxiao.

Many people were being called to go home and get straw curtains, but before the straw curtains were brought, the hail stopped.

The rice in the field was not only beaten to pieces, but also the ground was full of broken branches and leaves. The originally full ears of rice were scattered in the field.

Many old people knelt in the field and cried loudly.

"God, are you going to force us to death?"

"It took a lot of effort to save the rice, but why did you rain down such heavy hail again! How can we survive?"

"We have worked hard for a year, and the rice we finally managed to feed has been ruined. How can we poor families cope..."

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Jiang Wei looked at the crying villagers and frowned deeply.

She turned to look at Li Zheng not far away. He was soaked all over and had no time to take shelter from the rain. His head was even hit by several big bumps from the hail, but he seemed unconscious and stared at the rice in the field with his eyes. , the veins on his forehead bulged, and his eyes were already red.

Jiang Wei walked over and called "Uncle Liu", and Li Zheng gradually came back to his senses.

She glanced at the rainwater and hail that had accumulated in the ditch, and said, "Don't be too sad yet, the rice can still be saved!"

"What, what are we going to do about this, Xiaoxiao Niang?" When Li Zheng heard that he was saved, his dull eyes suddenly lit up.

Jiang Weibin pointed to the field and said calmly: "First dig ditches to drain the water from the field. The rice that is about to be harvested cannot be soaked in water. Use a shovel to shovel out the hail in the field and straighten the beaten rice. , and then quickly loosen the soil in the fields to allow air to penetrate..."

Jiang Wei explained the measures in an orderly manner, word for word.

Li Zheng was stunned: "Is this possible?"

Jiang Wei didn't dare to guarantee it, so he could only say: "A dead horse becomes a living doctor."

"Xiao Xiaoniang, you are a well-educated lady, I believe in you!" After Li Zheng finished speaking, he turned around and ordered the villagers to implement it quickly.

The villagers couldn't care less about their sadness at this moment, and gathered the whole family together, picked up hoes and shovels and started to take action.

This hailstorm didn't last long, but a lot of hail fell, and a lot of rice was crushed beneath it by hailstones the size of ping pong balls.

The villagers followed the measures mentioned by Jiang Wei, shoveling away the hail in the fields while draining water, and then carefully straightened the crushed rice.

And those rice ears that have been knocked down are really hopeless and can only be discharged into the ditch along with the ditch water.

The villagers were busy until the evening, and their clothes were still wet. Before they had time to change, they were shivering from the cold when the night wind blew them.

Jiang Xiaoxiao stood on the edge of the field and sneezed from the cold.

Even though she had lowered her voice, Jiang Wei, who was commanding the villagers, still looked towards her.