Dressed as a farmer's widow, she brought her daughter to stock up on food and reached the top

He rubbed his eyes, his face full of impatience and his voice full of annoyance.

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere around them grew even more tense. Some villagers, already skeptical about the advance preparations, began to murmur in agreement.

"Yes, it's so dry, where does the hail come from?"

"In all these years, I've never seen what hail looks like?" said a young man.

Xiuying's face turned very ugly. She bit her lip and tried hard to suppress the grievance and anger in her heart.

"I'm just thinking about everyone else. If hail really does hit us and we're unprepared, the losses would be huge. It's better to be prepared."

The village chief frowned, glared at Zhou Dazhu sternly, and said loudly: "Zhou Dazhu, don't make trouble here! Xiuying also has good intentions, we can't take it lightly."

Zhou Dazhu snorted, turned his head away and stopped talking, but he was still mumbling to himself.

Different voices began to emerge in the crowd. Some supported Xiuying, while others felt that what Zhou Dazhu said made sense. The scene fell into a chaotic debate.

Just as everyone was arguing, several older people in the crowd began to speak up for Xiuying.

An old man with gray hair and wrinkles on his face stood up tremblingly, his voice hoarse but powerful: "You young people, don't be ungrateful!

We've experienced hailstorms before, and you can't imagine how horrific that scene was!" His cloudy eyes were filled with seriousness and worry.

Another old lady with a cane followed suit and said, "Yes, when the hail came, the houses were smashed to pieces and the crops were destroyed. Life was extremely hard. Xiuying is kindly reminding everyone that we can't take it lightly!" As she spoke, she stomped the ground excitedly with her cane.

An old man recalled his past experiences and couldn't help but burst into tears: "The hailstorm that year broke the roof of my house, and we had no crops to harvest. My family almost starved to death. We can't let the same mistake happen again!" He wiped away his tears and looked at everyone eagerly.

Another old man was heartbroken, his lips trembling as he said, "My youngest son was killed by hail. He was only one year old!"

The old man's voice was filled with endless sorrow, and tears flowed down the wrinkles on his face.

Everyone was deeply moved by this. Silence reigned, save for the old man's suppressed sobs.

The old man continued crying, "At that time, we hid in the house, but the hail fell like stones. My little son... was gone just like that."

He swayed as if he were back in that terrible moment, and waved his hands weakly in the air.

Xiuying's eyes moistened. She walked forward, gently supported the old man, and said, "Grandpa, please don't be too sad. We must be well prepared this time and cannot let such a tragedy happen again."

The village chief also said solemnly: "Old man, this is our lesson. This time we must listen to Xiuying and cannot let disaster take away our loved ones again."

The old men's words gradually quieted the noisy crowd, and those who had just been accusing Xiuying fell silent, lost in thought. Zhou Dazhu and Tian Guilan showed a hint of embarrassment and uneasiness on their faces.

At the command of the village chief, the villagers took action and started to reinforce the houses and build sheds for the crops in the fields.

The men, carrying wood and bamboo, armed with hammers and nails, worked feverishly to reinforce the houses. Their foreheads were covered with sweat, but they didn't bother to wipe it off. They shouted slogans and kept working.

Women were packing valuables and moving easily damaged items to a safe place, while children were also busy, helping to pass tools and water.

In the fields, the scene was bustling with activity. Some were digging holes, some were erecting poles, and some were pulling up tents. The village chief was personally directing the work, "Everyone, hurry up and build the tents firmly!"

Li Gang was very strong. He picked up a thick bamboo and started walking away, shouting, "Make way, make way!"

Butcher Li and Aunt Li worked together, one holding the pole while the other hammered in the nails, muttering to themselves, "We have to build this shed firmly. We can't let the crops get damaged."

Xiuying's family also got busy. The thickened wood boards and nails bought from the mall were neatly placed in the warehouse, and Yang's father was quickly asked to get them to make a wooden shed for the roof.

Xiuying looked anxious and said hurriedly, "Dad, hurry up and get those boards and nails. We have to hurry."

Father Yang responded, walked quickly into the warehouse, picked up the plank, and left. Although he was old, his steps were still steady.

Mother Yang was also busy packing things in the house, carefully wrapping up some fragile items. She kept muttering, "Don't break these things."

Yang Qingfeng climbed onto the roof and began to clear the debris. He moved with practiced skill and showed no fear at all.

Father Yang handed over the planks and nails, and Yang Qingfeng took them and began to build. Sweat trickled down his cheeks, but he didn't bother to wipe it off.

Taohua and Shiliu were not idle either. They hurried to the cattle shed, rolled up their sleeves and prepared to get to work.

Taohua held a hammer in her hand, while Shiliu held a wooden board. They looked at each other and encouraged each other: "Come on, we have to finish it quickly."

Shi Liu handed the board to Tao Hua. Tao Hua found the right spot and hammered the nails in, using every push with all her strength. Fine beads of sweat oozed from her forehead and slid down her cheeks.

"This board is a little crooked, Pomegranate, please help straighten it." Taohua shouted.

Shi Liu quickly straightened the wooden board with his hands and responded, "Okay, you nail it."

Soon, their hands were covered with dust and their clothes were dirty, but they didn't care at all. Their mother said that livestock were their family's most important property.

Pomegranate panted and said, "Taohua, let's work harder and finish it sooner so the animals can be safer."

The whole family was busy, but there was determination in everyone's eyes, and they all wanted to reinforce the roof to deal with possible hail.

Awang, Afan, Guihua and Wintersweet drove their donkey carts hurriedly to the watermelon field.

Awang jumped out of the car, looked at the watermelons scattered all over the ground, and said, "We have to hurry and pick up as many as possible."

Afan echoed: "Yes, we can't let these watermelons suffer."

Osmanthus and wintersweet did not hesitate either. They immediately walked into the field and began to pick ripe watermelons.

"This one is big, it must be sweet!" Wintersweet shouted excitedly.

Awang and Afan hurriedly moved the selected watermelons onto the donkey cart. Soon, a lot of watermelons were piled on the donkey cart.