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Three days later, the Hekou Production Team finally started to harvest the rice.

All members of the production team were very active. Even Zhou Cuihong, who had just been released, took the lead in harvesting rice.

He Jing saw it and was surprised.

Xu Zhaodi explained to her, "Then we'll know which family has the most rice."

“We can almost guess how much money we will get this year.”

He Jing seemed to understand but not quite.

Xu Zhaodi said, "You will know once you try it."

It’s not that tiring to cut the rice, but it’s also really tiring to say that it’s not tiring.

You have to keep bending over and cutting continuously.

The sun on my back was really hot, and the rice grains brushed across my face, making it itchy.

Four or five people were harvesting rice in a field together. Some were working fast, some were working slow, but no one was lazy. Everyone was enthusiastic and excited.

He Jing was slow in planting rice and slow in harvesting rice, but no one said anything to her.

However, Liao Hongmei and Xu Zhaodi came over to help after finishing their work, which made He Jing feel embarrassed.

"What's the big deal?" Xu Zhaodi waved her hand and wiped the sweat off her forehead. "If we hurry up, we can rest earlier."

"It's time to thresh the crops."

There are also arrangements for harvesting the crops. All the land is calculated and the manpower is arranged.

"After they finish beating the beet here, someone will take it away over there," Liao Hongmei said. "They have to take it and dry it immediately."

"If you keep feeling depressed, you'll get bored."

The area for drying grain in Hekou Village is centralized, and not many households have areas for drying grain in front of their doorsteps.

The threshing ground is very large, and there are several people specifically guarding it.

After all the rice has been harvested and threshed, the production team will arrange people to take turns to go to the threshing ground to dry the rice.

He Jing nodded as she listened, "Wouldn't it be much easier to go to the threshing ground?"

"That's not necessarily true," Xu Zhaodi said. "If it doesn't rain, there won't be any problem if you go over there to watch over it. But if it rains, and you're slow to harvest, the whole production team's millet will be soaked by the rain. If it can still be dried, then it's not a big deal."

"If this goes wrong, the whole team will hate you to the core."

He Jing screamed, she didn't expect it to be so serious.

"Think about it from another perspective. It wasn't you who was guarding it, but others who didn't do a good job of guarding it, and the grain got wet. Wouldn't you feel sad?" said Liao Hongmei.

He Jing thought about it and realized that it would be heartbreaking if the millet that she had harvested with so much effort was ruined by a rain.

"You don't know how to read clouds yet, but when you are on guard duty, someone will teach you how to read clouds." Xu Zhaodi added, "The old man who reads clouds in our production team is very good at it."

When Liao Hongmei heard this, she knew what she was going to talk about and nodded in affirmation with a smile.

He Jing was curious, "Second sister-in-law, how is it so powerful?"

"It happened several years ago. I had just arrived at the He family at that time." Xu Zhaodi finished speaking and glanced at her sister-in-law Liao Hongmei. "Sister-in-law knows best."

"She came in before me."

Liao Hongmei smiled and said, "It's not something magical. It's all accumulated from experience."

He Jing became more and more curious about what they said.

Xu Zhaodi slowly said, "The old man watching the clouds is our third uncle from the production team."

"However, he passed away two years ago. Now, Fourth Uncle is more powerful."

Xu Zhaodi went back and said, "One year when we were drying millet, a large dark cloud came over the horizon. Everyone saw it and stopped working. They just ran to the threshing ground to harvest the millet."

"But Uncle San said no, Yun can't come here."

"It was not my eldest brother who was the captain at that time, it was my seventh uncle." Xu Zhaodi raised her eyebrows.

In fact, He Jing didn’t quite understand how these uncles were addressed, but she didn’t ask any further questions.

Liao Hongmei explained, "Hekou Village was not called Hekou Village before, it was called Chenjia Village."

"Third uncle, fourth uncle, fifth uncle, and sixth uncle are all from Chenjia Village, and they are also members of the Chen Family Ancestral Hall."

At this point, He Jing realized that there were many people with the surname Chen in Hekou Village.

"The Chen family is a big family, so those names have been preserved," said Liao Hongmei.

"Listen to me." Xu Zhaodi interrupted and brought the topic back. "That's what Uncle San said at the time, but no one wanted to listen, so everyone still harvested the grain."

"That rain didn't fall?" He Jing asked.

Liao Hongmei smiled and said, "Yes."

"Ah?" He Jing was puzzled, "What's going on?"

Xu Zhaodi chuckled, "Yes, it rained, but it didn't reach the threshing ground."

At this moment, He Jing understood, "The clouds haven't arrived yet."

"So magical?"

"It's amazing." Xu Zhaodi gave a thumbs up. "The rain stopped just ten meters in front of the threshing ground."

"From then on, whatever my uncle said was what mattered to me, as long as it was related to watching the clouds." Liao Hongmei recalled that she really had not tried to harvest the grain in a hurry in the past few years.

After listening to this, He Jing was very curious, "Has Third Uncle been so powerful since he was young?"

"That's not the case." Xu Zhaodi shook her head and denied it. "I've confirmed it since a few years ago."

“I wasn’t sure before.”

Overhearing the conversation between the three of them, Mrs. Qing added, "That's all experience, accumulated over and over again."

He Jing sighed, "The wisdom of the working people is really unimaginable."

Mrs. Qing smiled when she heard this, "Uncle San also taught us how to look at clouds."

"I memorized a lot of weather-related proverbs when I was in school, but I never thought I would be able to use them," said He Jing.

Xu Zhaodi was curious, "What did you all carry on your back?"

"If there is morning glow, don't go out; if there is evening glow, you can travel a thousand miles." He Jing answered without thinking, "Also, if there are fish scales in the sky, you don't need to turn the grain over when drying it."

“When it rains, the mountain is covered with a hat; when it doesn’t rain, it’s halfway up the mountain.”

“When ants move and snakes cross the road, heavy rain is about to come.” I memorized that many years ago and don’t remember much now.

"It sounds familiar." Liao Hongmei frowned, "It seems like Jinbao has recited it before."

After hearing this, Xu Zhaodi also remembered, "Yes."

"That happened many years ago!" Mrs. Qing was surprised.

At this moment, all three of them looked at He Jing.

He Jing, who was being watched, uttered an "ah" and smiled, "These weather proverbs are easy to remember. Write them down. They will be hard to forget."

Xu Zhaodi didn't think so. She had listened to the children reciting for so many years, but she had never remembered a single word of it.

She saw that He Jing simply had a good memory.

However, my sister-in-law has such a good memory, I don’t know how much my own children will get.

"Jingjing, you are so modest." Mrs. Qing said, "Let alone something that happened a few years ago, I can't even remember it from half a month ago."

As I get older, my memory is not as good as that of young people.

At that moment, Mrs. Qing looked at He Jing, thinking about letting her daughter interact more with her, maybe she would understand more.

When I get married, my husband’s family won’t dare to look down on me.