Take this little lucky star home and the whole dynasty will be filled with prosperity!

Lin Luoluo stood at the gate of her yard with a frown on her face.

here we go······

This devastating hailstorm has begun...

"My dear, come in quickly." Yang picked up Lin Luoluo and ran into the house.

The villagers who were still bundling rice in the fields were completely shocked.

"Hurry, hurry home. Oh my god, this hail can kill people."

"You can't catch up. Hurry up and hide nearby."

"Hurry up and put all the food into the cellar and close the doors and windows."

The old people in the village experienced the hailstorm forty years ago. The sky seemed to be torn apart, and the hail was like clusters of huge rocks, falling down quickly and violently.

At that time, the crops in the fields were just sprouting, and the sudden hailstorm left the fields with no harvest.

Countless houses were damaged, and countless civilians and livestock were injured or killed.

Today's hail is even worse than forty years ago!

"Don't worry about the food, go back to the house immediately, quickly!" Uncle Li hunched over, pulling his son and shouting loudly.

His younger brother was outside the house that year and had no time to hide. He was hit by hail and died on the spot.

The village chief Qian Yougen was trembling with fear.

Everyone was so scared that they quickly threw away the little food they had left and hid in their houses.

The Lin family's old house was completely dumbfounded.

From the moment the hailstones fell, Old Man Lin felt as if struck by lightning and collapsed to the ground.

"It's over, it's over, it's really hailing! Go grab the food quickly, or it will be destroyed!"

Lin Guangxiang stumbled out. There was not much food left at home, and they depended on the food in the fields to survive.

Xu was so frightened that her face turned pale. Last night, the villagers were clamoring for harvesting grain, and she had been cursing for half the night. Now, when she looked around, her family's grain was the only one left in the fields.

Disaster years are difficult enough, and if the food supply runs out, her family will have no way to survive!

"Help, village chief, help, save the grain in my field..." He was cursing so vigorously at the door last night, but now he was in tears.

Qian Yougen ran all the way back and grabbed Lin Guangxiang, gnashing with hatred.

"You're going to die. If you run out now, you're going to die. This hailstorm doesn't recognize anyone. It will kill anyone who falls on it."

"Yes, you slept well last night. We were all exhausted."

"If you want to die, go outside. We won't accompany you!"

Everyone ran while scolding.

Qian Yougen ordered two strong men who were traveling with him to drag Lin Guangxiang back.

The hail lasted for a whole day and only stopped slowly towards evening.

The entire village was smashed and pockmarked. Some houses were so old that they collapsed directly, while others were smashed with holes all over them.

The whole village was in ruins...

"It finally stopped. I've never seen hail this big. It was really scary!"

"That's right, it's a natural disaster. God is not giving the common people a way to survive!"

"Luckily the village chief allowed us to collect the grain, otherwise it would have all been smashed to pieces."

"Yes, we have harvested most of the crops from my fields. This crop will last us through the year."

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After the hail, the villagers stood at the entrance of the village, looking at the houses and fences that were smashed to pieces, talking about the situation in a buzzing manner.

"I'm afraid this house will need some work to repair, but fortunately we have food now, so we don't have to worry about starving."

"Yes, we have to thank the village chief. But the village chief is getting better and better. Last time it rained, it was he who asked us to prepare in advance."

"This hailstorm is also thanks to the village chief."

"village head······"

As soon as Qian Yougen went out, he was surrounded by a crowd of people, very enthusiastic.

He looked up at Lin Luoluo who was squatting on the ground playing with hail, and his heart was filled with warmth. Ancestor, you are really my ancestor.

"Oh, God, you've cut off my family's livelihood!" There were loud cries from the fields. Xu lay on a rice stalk that was hit and there was only a grain of rice left, crying loudly.

Lin Guangxiang also lay on the ground, digging grains of rice from the soil one by one.

Old man Lin stared blankly at the smashed rice in the field, his expression dazed...

Natural disasters occurred one after another, and the already limited food was destroyed by hail, and this season's harvest was completely ruined.

"You deserve it. Everyone was busy last night, and your family stood at the door and made sarcastic remarks."

"Look at the second son's wife. She acts so high and mighty every day. She really thinks she is a rich lady. Ugh!"

"That's right. In the past, it was Rong Niang who did all the dirty and tiring work. Now that she's away from the old family, I wonder if she will do it."

The woman in the village sneered and spat in the direction of the field with disdain.

The Lin family used to work together, especially the Xu family, to bully the Yang family. Now, the eldest family has finally gotten rid of them.

"Alas, I don't know what's happening in other parts of Ziping County right now. With hail this big, I'm afraid it will be even harder to endure this year."

"Yes, our village is the only one that has a good harvest, but we can't let others know, otherwise it might bring disaster."

Everyone nodded. That's right. In the face of natural disasters and man-made tragedies, human nature is the most vulnerable to the test.

"Tomorrow the weather is fine. You can move all the rice out to dry for a few days. When it is ripe, thresh it directly and see how the yield is this year. Each family will do a statistics later."

The village chief had a vague intuition that this year's good harvest was due to that rain.

In previous years, even with sufficient rainfall, the rice grains would not be so plump and full.

However, what he was most concerned about was Lin Luoluo's family. The rice ears in her family were so big that they were really scary.

Five days later, the threshing ground in Shiliu Village was crowded with people.

"Hurry up, bring the rice ears here, put them in a row, and prepare to thresh them."

"Oh, my rice ears are so heavy! I can hardly move them."

"Yes, mine is the same. It was droopy at first and looked like it was about to die. Who would have thought it would grow up so well?"

"You know what, it seems that after that rain, the rice ears look very different."

A group of farmers were working in the threshing ground, trying to use their hands and feet to thresh the rice ears as quickly as possible, and they were very happy in their hearts.

The whole village was suddenly filled with the rich aroma of rice. After three years of natural disasters, it was the first time that the villagers could harvest crops. The villagers were extremely excited and their hope for life was rekindled.

"Each household shall send one able-bodied man to patrol the village entrance, and the others shall stay in the threshing ground to thresh the grain."

Qian Yougen did not dare to be careless and was extremely alert. Now was the critical period for harvesting grain and grain was life.

The people worked tirelessly for two whole days before they finally threshed all the rice ears.

Although he was exhausted both physically and mentally, his eyes lit up when he looked at the piles of grain.

The village chief stood nervously in the middle of the threshing floor, staring at the piles of grain without blinking, anxiously waiting to be weighed.

"How many······"

The trembling voice was flustered and excited.