The first lady is sweet and sweet

Chapter 497 Gale (two more)
"Ah!" Shen Zhouheng suddenly realized, and said clearly, "Literati! Yellow and white things are vulgar, elegant, antique calligraphy and painting. If you like this thing, it's your lifeline. If you don't like it, it's okay? Let's play with it." I won't come."

"Yes!" Qi Yaoyao nodded lightly.

"At the end of the day, it's better to do what you like. If you don't want to be strong." Shen Zhouheng raised the corners of his lips and smiled slightly, "I don't seem to like anything."

"It's hard to say, people always have weaknesses." Qi Yaoyao looked at him with deep pond-like eyes and said.

"Speaking of weakness?" Shen Zhouheng stared at her with burning eyes and said, "My weakness is you."

The eyes were scorching hot, as if they were going to melt people, Qi Yaoyao pursed her lips and said, "Where should I carry?"

"Uh..." Shen Zhouheng blinked his clear eyes and looked at her and said, "I'll take the book."

In various medical classics, in Yaoyao's sweet voice, Shen Zhouheng gradually calmed himself down.

He can defend day and night, but he can't stop others from asking for it!

&*&
The summer is scorching like fire, and Shen Zhouheng is dressed in gray and short brown, wearing a straw hat and straw sandals, standing on the ridge of the field, watching the golden waves of wheat rolling, feeling extremely happy.

"Master, when will we open the sickle?" Lu Ming put his index finger on the brim of his hat and said, "The whole county is waiting! Even the surrounding counties are watching you!"

"It's already past Xiaoman." Shen Zhouheng tilted his head slightly and looked at him and said.

"We Pingyi usually start the wheat harvest ten days after Xiaoman." Lu Ming looked at him with bright eyes and said, "But my wheat is already ripe, and the grains are fuller than the previous two years."

"Of course, the fertilizer is on time, and the growth is particularly good." Shen Zhouheng squatted down and looked at the golden wheat ears and said, "Tomorrow we will open the sickle and put it in the warehouse as soon as possible to feel at ease." After thinking, he said, "The wheat in the mountains can be harvested at the end, and it's better to let it grow."

"Okay! We'll put up notices tomorrow, and beat gongs and drums." Lu Ming rolled up his sleeves and looked at him energetically.

The wheat has been harvested for seven or eight days, and suddenly this clear sky, dark clouds rolled over, and a heavy rain was inevitable.

But the wheat in this field has not been harvested, especially the wheat in the mountains has just begun to sickle.

"It's over, it's over." Shen Zhouheng stood on the ridge of the field and paced like ants on a hot pot.

"Master, what should we do?" Lu Ming looked at him anxiously and said.

"I don't know either." Shen Zhouheng really had no choice. It was going to rain this day, and no one could bear it!

"Some wheat has been transported to the barley field, and it has been confiscated." Shen Zhouheng suddenly remembered and looked at him and said.

"The stone rollers are being threshed! They haven't been dried yet, so how could they be harvested?" Lu Ming said immediately after hearing the words.

"Then what are you waiting for? Let them hurry and collect the harvested wheat into the house first." Shen Zhouheng dashed towards the village.

Lu Ming followed closely behind, and it wasn't just the two of them running wildly along the way. The farmer in the field threw away the sickle in his hand and ran towards home.

When they ran to the barley field, the women and children had already started transporting wheat home.

When he saw the dark clouds, he acted faster than anyone else, so he didn't need to shout.

Shen Zhouheng also helped the harvested wheat to be transported into the house first to avoid being soaked by the rain.

This season's food is all over.

There are so many people and great strength, and with great effort, he finally took the wheat back to the nearest house.

Suddenly there was a strong wind, flying sand and rocks, and the big trees in the village were blown up and down by the strong wind, and the trees were bent over, and there was also a crackling sound.

The fields were bare because the wheat had just been harvested, and the loess swirled in an instant.

People who are confused by the dust can't open their eyes, and people who are choked by the sand can't open their mouths.

The strong wind blew people as if they were about to float, and people could only bow their bodies, bow their heads, and walk with difficulty.

Shen Zhou turned his back sideways, was blown away by the wind, squinted his eyes slightly and shouted, "Don't stay under the tree, be careful not to be hit by a broken branch." Looking at the walking figures in the dim light, he shouted directly Said, "Get down, lie on the ground, and protect your head."

Shen Zhou went along the wind and was blown to the side of Shi Yanzi, the whole person lay on Shi Yanzi's body, and then stabilized his figure.

"My God." Shen Zhouheng looked at the gloomy sky, the thatched roof was blown into the sky and danced wildly in the wind.

However, the wind was so strong that the stone roller was blown and moved. Fortunately, it was behind it, otherwise it would have been run over.

The wind only blew for about a stick of incense before it gradually stopped.

"Bah bah..." Shen Zhouheng spat out the sand in his mouth, shook his head and dusted it, looked at the human who was still lying on the ground in the barley field, and said, "It's all right if the wind stops!"

Lu Ming sat up from the ground, spit out the sand in his mouth, and shook the dirt on his head, "My God, I have never seen such a strong wind since I can remember."

The people in the barley field sat up one after another, and they all became natives, in a state of embarrassment.

He was talking about the only thing he had ever seen in his life.

"Ah! The dark clouds have dispersed." Lu Ming said looking at the gray sky.

"Oh! That's great. The wind must have blown the clouds away."

"My mother, it's great that it's not raining."

"Thank goodness."

"I don't know if it will rain on this gray day! It's not that the blue sky always feels uneasy!"

"Bah ah...you crow mouth."

The crow's mouth was attacked by groups, and it was sprayed dizzy.

"They're not injured, are they?" Shen Zhouheng said as he looked at them alive and well.

"No, no, luckily lying on the ground."

"Look at that branch, it was abruptly broken."

"I don't know what's going on in the village?"

"Go and have a look." Shen Zhouheng stood up and patted the dirt road on his body.

&*&
Qi Yaoyao and her son were playing in the water under the corridor, and their faces suddenly changed that day. The sun was shining brightly.

The trees outside the Moon Gate danced wildly in the wind, which frightened the Chen family, "Hurry up and enter the house."

Qi Yaoyao crossed the threshold and entered the room with her son in her arms.

Immediately afterwards, the wind blew the bamboo curtains to pieces, and finally blew them away.

"Close the door, close the door." Qi Yaoyao hurriedly shouted.

Two gates, close this one, the other one is blown open.

Qi Yaoyao put down her son, and because it was against the wind, she joined forces with Chen to close the door with all her strength.

After inserting the latch, the door was finally closed tightly.

"Huh... My god is so windy." Chen patted his chest and said, "Aiya! What about my door?"

"Don't, don't go out." Qi Yaoyao reached out to stop her and said, "The wind is blowing from the south, your wing is sitting east to west, it won't be too..."

Before the words finished, she heard a click, and Chen looked at her with a pale face and asked, "What's the sound?"

(End of this chapter)