The Minjiang River was shrouded in the early morning, and the weather seemed to be very good. It was gloomy. Teacher Huang woke up at dawn, got up alone and went downstairs to cook breakfast.

Fry a pot of soy milk and fry some fried dough sticks and pickles. The taste is nutritious. The fire under the big pot is strong. Teacher Huang has time to wash and put out the colorful lights in the backyard.

"Teacher Huang, morning~"

Teacher He rubbed his eyes with short-sleeved flip-flops in floral shorts, and walked out of the mushroom house to brush his teeth in half dreams and half awake.

"Jing~ Have they gotten up?"

"Du Hezhang is awake, Xiaoxuan and Peng Peng are still sleeping. Teacher Huang, what are you doing for breakfast?"

Teacher He went out and shivered. His nose was filled with the smell of soil. The rich fog was hazy and the trees outside the yard could not see clearly.

“What a huge fog.”

"I told them to get up. I saw that the weather was not right today, so I helped my fellow villagers harvest the wheat as soon as possible."

Ripe wheat is most afraid of soaking in water. If it rains today, the recovered wheat may become moldy or even sprout, and no matter which one is eaten.

"Yeah~"

Teacher He brushed his teeth and uttered in confusion.

…

Breakfast was placed in the living room. Zhang Zifeng, who had not yet woken up, was stunned with his eyes holding the spoon. Peng Peng was completely driven by food and was sleepwalking.

Ye Mingxuan grabbed his head and slapped it a few times. The aged wine from last night seemed to be quite strong, and he still had a headache.

"Old Huang, why are you getting up so early?"

"Oh, isn't this a fish? How can you speak human words?"

"The world is so big that there are all kinds of strange things. What is a fish that can tell the fish to go ashore. That's really amazing!"

Du He held the bowl, the hot soy milk and crispy fried dough sticks were more delicious than any big fish and meat.

"Cough~Cough~"

Ye Mingxuan was almost choked to death by the two of them. He was defeated by a glass of wine for a lifetime. His heart was not as good as ever!

Zhang Zifeng suddenly came back to his senses, patted Ye Mingxuan's back, and said with concern and blame: "Drink slowly!"

"Hehe~"

Peng Peng suddenly laughed strangely, and was glared at Zhang Zifeng badly before he restrained himself.

"For the old man, Lao Huang, I suspect you deliberately cheated me last night?"

"I'm cheating you? You said you are a fish and you can't stop me. Is it a big deal?"

Teacher Huang shrugged, and when he thought of Ye Mingxuan's embarrassing attitude, he felt it was fun, and he insisted on explaining that he was not a fish, it was really cozy.

"Teacher He, and you two don't know how to stop me?"

"I stopped you, why didn't you stop you? You don't know how powerful you are? Can you stop me? I have to perform boxing, and I almost scared us to death."

Zhang Yi rolled his eyes, glad that he didn't drink Director Ye on the crew. Who could stop him if he was scattering?

"Okay, okay, just pretend that this has never happened. The audience in front of the TV, you didn't see a fish, well, didn't see it!"

Teacher He was naughty and deliberately joked about Ye Mingxuan, and even instigated the audience after the show was broadcast, and his conscience was very bad.

"Uh~ Eat it~ The fried dough sticks are good, the soy milk is good, the weather is good, and the purple maple is very beautiful~"

…

As everyone was joking, Ye Mingxuan rolled his eyes and finished his breakfast with a choking and special person to row the boat and take everyone ashore.

There are not a single old man or a child in the corner of the village. The elderly seem to be accustomed to it and turn a blind eye to the cameras and celebrities of the program team. The children's pure eyes are curiously surrounding the staff. Several children who have seen Teacher Huang and his group of slightly older people are surrounding Teacher Huang and his others.

"Little fat man, it's you again, where are your parents?"

Teacher Huang picked up the boy about four years old, didn't care about the black edge of his clothes, and took a tissue to wipe his nose.

"I don't call me Xiaopangdun, I'm Zhang Hang, my parents are going to harvest wheat."

Without getting the candy, Teacher Huang is not as attractive as his friends. The fat man twisted his body and clamored to come down.

"Peng Peng Xiaoxuan, go to the village to borrow a car. Peng Peng knew the place and drove it directly into the field."

"Oh, OK Teacher Huang!"

The village entrance was divided into two teams. Peng Peng and Ye Mingxuan went to the village committee to borrow a car, and Teacher Huang led the remaining people to the field.

At around ten o'clock, the thick fog dissipated and the sun quietly emerged. Teacher Huang, who was cutting wheat, breathed a sigh of relief. Because Teacher He and Zhang Zifeng used a sickle last season, although it was not very smooth to cut the wheat, it seemed to be decent.

Zhang Yi was also from a rural family when he was a teenager and was not unfamiliar with sickles. Only Du He did not dare to take action with the sickle. Every move seemed to be directed at his calves, which looked quite dangerous.

"Du He, otherwise you don't cut it. We're missing a bundled one, you'll specialize in bundling."

"OK!"

Du He thought that baling was easy, but it was not. The wheat thorns on the skin were very uncomfortable, and there was no protective measures. It didn’t take long to get it all over after baling. Of course, it would be too difficult to cut wheat, but it was not severely damaged.

Ye Mingxuan rode a tricycle with Peng Peng, and came at a speed of lightning. The old-fashioned foot threshing machine pulled by the program team.

Just as he was about to speak, a few drops of coldness appeared on his forehead. Ye Mingxuan looked up at the sky. The sun was in the sky, thinking it was an illusion, but he didn't care.

"Lao Huang, what am I doing?"

"You~ it's raining?"

Teacher Huang also looked up.

"It seems to be raining!" Zhang Zifeng stretched out his arm.

"Du He Peng Peng, pull away the cut wheat first. Hurry up, Xiaoxuan will help!"

Ye Mingxuan knew that it was not a joke now, so he agreed to pick up the sickle and work hard.

Peng Peng and Du He had just pulled away a cart, and raindrops as big as soybeans began to drip. In more than ten seconds, heavy rain mixed with little hail fell down. The program team hid in panic, and the umbrella could hardly be supported.

I guessed it would rain, but I didn't guess it was accompanied by hail. Fortunately, everyone had proper protective measures before coming, so Du He was reluctant to bring a hat if he felt it was troublesome. Now he hugged his head and screamed and hid everywhere.

Ye Mingxuan looked at Zhang Zifeng who was trembling in the rain, and suddenly took off the straw coat on his body, stretched it out on his head, and hugged Zhang Zifeng, who was soaked all over in his arms.

"Xiaoxuan, protect your sister!"

"Lao Huang, do you have an umbrella with a long pole? A folding umbrella cannot do it!"

Ye Mingxuan and Zhang Zifeng were a little far away from the program team, and the hail as big as beans was crackling, and they could not hear it at all. Zhang Zifeng, who was soaked in the rain, hid in Ye Mingxuan's arms, and she felt a strange feeling. Before she could experience it, she was attracted by the direction of the village entrance!

More than a dozen young men at the entrance of the village were carrying pots and basins to deliver things to the program team.

The photographers didn't care about themselves and ran to the village with the camera. Ye Mingxuan took the big basin sent by the villagers and put it on his head.

"Go back to the village first, and think of a solution when the rain stops!"

"Brother, it doesn't matter if I have a hat, don't worry about me!"

The hail crackled at the bottom of the basin, making Ye Mingxuan's fingers numb.
Chapter completed!