Don't be too sweet

Chapter 178 More Interesting
Chapter 178 More Interesting
When Zhang Qiaoshou knew that He Shanshan was going to the river, her face turned pale with fright, and she grabbed her daughter's hand and looked it up and down, as if she was afraid that her daughter would lose a hair.

In the end, it was He Shanshan who acted like a baby, and this matter was finally revealed.

During the meal, He Shanshan asked out her doubts.

"Father, look, will it rain in this situation?" He Shanshan asked.

"Well, the older generation also said that loaches digging holes and so on indicate rain," He Qianqian nodded, satisfied with his daughter's careful observation.

"Father, we have collected food...in case..." He Shanshan was worried.

"It's okay, our family only has three acres of land, and we have harvested two acres today, and it will take half a day to harvest tomorrow. If it rains, just use the stove to dry it," He Xiangqian persuaded.

He Shanshan felt relieved.

The next day—

He Xiangqian told the rice early-maturing people about the possibility of rain.

They planted early and harvested early, and if they didn't harvest the corn, it would fall off from the ears, which would be a waste of food.

Some people believed He Xiangqian's words, while others didn't believe He Xiangqian's words, and there were even more interesting ones.

It was the men who helped Aunt Zhao collect the grain, and after hearing this, they were still working hard in the fields of Aunt Zhao's house.

Then the clear sky turned into dark clouds, and in an instant, the torrential thunderstorm fell unexpectedly!
All the early-maturing rice in Aunt Zhao's house had been harvested, but the rice in the fields of the men who helped Aunt Zhao had not had time to harvest, and most of them were destroyed by the heavy rain.

It means that the family's rations are reduced and they are going to starve.

This became a laughing stock in the village for a while, and the wives of those men were even going to have trouble with their own men. For a while, everyone in the village was talking about this matter.

The point is... Aunt Zhao was very happy for a while, she didn't feel that other people's losses had anything to do with her!
So Aunt Zhao's reputation in the village can be imagined.

And these have nothing to do with He Shanshan.

She just observes other lives and comprehends her own life.

——She feels that how she lives her life depends on herself.

After harvesting the early rice, the next step is the soybeans in the three acres of inferior fields!

After the heavy rain, the bright autumn sun seems to retreat to summer.

It makes people's skin burn and tingle, but it is also a good time to harvest soybeans from the sun.

During the busy harvest period, He Shanshan and He Leiluo did not go into the deep mountains with Yang Jiu for the time being.

"Mom and Dad..."

He Shanshan ran over happily. When it comes to this kind of soybeans, she has put in a lot of effort.

"Shanshan..."

He Xiangqian looked at the rows of soybeans in front of him with a solemn expression.

He Shanshan's expression became serious, what did she do wrong?

"You came up with this kind of planting method yourself?" He Xiangqian can be sure that harvesting more than 200 catties of shelled soybeans per mu of land in previous years is already very good, but the lush soybeans in front of him, he does not care Dare to think deeply.

"It's so pretty," He Shanshan kept nodding her head, she must be deceiving herself in her heart, yes, that's what she thought at the time.

He Qianqian turned his head, looked at He Shanshan fondly and helplessly,——Daughter's thoughts are really...

"Is there any problem?" He Shanshan blinked her big eyes, trying to show her innocent appearance.

He shook his head forward: "No problem, very good, this year's soybean production will increase."

He Shanshan's eyes widened: "Really?"

He Xiangqian nodded affirmatively.

Zhang Qiaoshou paid several times more attention to his daughter!Including what her daughter said, she will remember it, so...

She remembered the slip of the tongue that He Shanshan had said before, saying that three acres of low-grade land could yield a thousand catties.

She was sure and affirmed that she remembered correctly, and the lushness of the soybeans in front of her also proved it.

Zhang Qiao's palms and mouths rose and fell violently, and his gaze trembling when he looked at He Shanshan.

(End of this chapter)