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

Tian Guilan sat leisurely in her yard, legs crossed, cracking melon seeds, and said sarcastically, "Look at those people. They're such cowards! They don't even know if the hail is coming, yet they're rushing to harvest the fruits. How many good ones can they expect? It's ridiculous!"

She raised her voice deliberately, as if she wanted the neighbors around to hear her.

Aunt Zhao, who was passing by, couldn't help but retort, "Guilan, stop making sarcastic remarks. We're all trying to reduce our losses."

Tian Guilan rolled her eyes and said disdainfully, "Humph, I think they're just messing around and working for nothing."

At this time, Tian Guilan's husband came out of the house and complained: "Just say less and don't make people dislike you."

Tian Guilan didn't care and continued to eat melon seeds, muttering to herself. Suddenly, her eyes rolled and she seemed to have thought of something.

She came forward with a smile and asked, "Cunliang, what do you think about marrying my mother to Mr. Wang from the next village?"

Zhao Cunliang frowned, looking reluctant, and said, "This isn't a good idea. My mother..."

Tian Guilan interrupted him and said, "Cunliang, listen to me and let me analyze this for you. Look, it wasn't easy for your mother to raise you alone, and your father passed away early. You should think about her future life."

Although Mr. Wang's family isn't wealthy, they don't have to worry about food and clothing. If Mom marries there, there'll be someone to take care of her, and our family will be able to live a little easier, right?"

Zhao Cunliang lowered his head and said nothing.

Tian Guilan continued, "Besides, the betrothal gift that Uncle Wang promised is quite a bit. With this money, you can also renovate your house. It will also be easier for you to marry a daughter-in-law when you become rich and famous and bring honor to your family."

Zhao Cunliang listened and felt a little shaken. He bit his lip and hesitated.

Seeing that there was a chance, Tian Guilan exaggerated and talked about the advantages.

Finally, Zhao Cunliang raised his head and said, "Then I'll listen to you. I agree."

Tian Guilan smiled smugly and said, "That's right. I'll ask Zhou the matchmaker in the village to help arrange it."

Tian Guilan was happy that she could finally get rid of Zhao's mother, and was planning the easy days to come.

Suddenly, his son Guangzong ran over and shouted, "Mom, grandma is having diarrhea, you need to go quickly!"

The smile on Tian Guilan's face froze instantly, her brows furrowed, and she said impatiently: "This old woman really knows how to pick the right time!"

Guangzong tugged at the corner of Tian Guilan's clothes and said anxiously, "Mom, go and clean up quickly. Grandma seems to be in great pain."

Tian Guilan glared at Guangzong fiercely and followed him into the house reluctantly.

As he walked, he muttered, "What bad luck, this has to happen at this critical moment."

When she got into the house, Tian Guilan was furious when she saw Zhao's mother looking embarrassed. However, she couldn't show it in front of her son, so she could only suppress her disgust and start cleaning up.

Tian Guilan packed up reluctantly, thinking to herself, "Humph, this old woman is really causing me trouble today. But it doesn't matter. Tomorrow I'll go find Matchmaker Zhou and ask Mr. Wang from the next village to propose marriage. I'll quickly settle this matter and I won't have to wait on her anymore."

As she thought about it, her movements became rougher, as if she was venting all her dissatisfaction with Zhao's mother on these tasks.

The next morning, the sky was gloomy, as if covered by a huge gray curtain. The wind was blowing, making the branches sway wildly and the leaves rustle.

In Futian Village, people looked tense and anxious, and they hurriedly moved their belongings, which had not yet been put away, back home in a swift and frantic manner.

Uncle Li stood by his own field, staring at the sky with a frown on his face, muttering to himself, "I'm afraid the hail is coming. God bless me!"

Mrs. Wang stood at the door, holding her child, and urged her husband, "Hurry up and bring in that little bit of food!"

The children stopped playing and followed the adults to help.

The whole village was filled with a tense atmosphere, and everyone was waiting for the hailstorm that would bring an unknown amount of disaster.

Tian Guilan and Zhao Cunliang stood in the yard, looking up at the gloomy sky with some worry on their faces.

Tian Guilan frowned and said, "Master, the weather looks scary. Is something serious going to happen?"

Zhao Cunliang shook his head and said, "I think it's going to rain heavily. Don't be afraid."

After hearing this, Tian Guilan felt a little more at ease and said, "Then let's quickly take out all the pots and pans at home to collect rainwater and not waste it."

Zhao Cunliang responded, "Yes, yes, children, Guangzong, Yaozu, Dafu, Dagui, don't just stand there, help!"

When several children heard their parents calling, they ran out and started moving things in a hurry.

While directing, Tian Guilan kept muttering, "We can collect more rainwater so we can use it for washing clothes and watering vegetables later."

Zhao Cunliang also came to help. The family was busy in the yard, not realizing that what was coming was not a rainstorm, but terrible hail.

Grandma Zhang, leaning on a cane, staggered past Zhao Cunliang's house. Seeing Tian Guilan and Zhao Cunliang busying themselves with pots and pans to catch rainwater, she quickly stopped and urged them anxiously, "Guilan, Cunliang, stop wasting time and pack up your things quickly! The hail is coming!"

Tian Guilan straightened up, glanced at Grandma Zhang, and said with a disdainful smile: "Grandma Zhang, please don't scare me. This is not hail, it's just heavy rain."

Zhao Cunliang also echoed, "That's right, Grandma, you're old, I'm afraid you must have seen it wrong."

Grandma Zhang was so angry that she stamped the ground with her cane and said, "You two are so ungrateful! We are the only elderly people in the village who have experienced hailstorms. This is a sure sign!"

Tian Guilan rolled her eyes and said sarcastically, "Oh, grandma, please stop exaggerating. We don't believe it."

Zhao Cunliang continued to fiddle with the basin in his hand nonchalantly.

Grandma Zhang shook her head helplessly and sighed, "If you don't listen to the advice of the elderly, you will suffer the consequences. Just wait and see!" After that, she walked away tremblingly with her crutches.

……

Xiuying and her family also noticed the unusual weather.

Xiuying's father stood at the door, looking at the sky, and said solemnly, "This might be a sign of hail. Don't just stand there, act quickly."

Xiuying and Yang's mother hurriedly brought the clothes that were drying in the yard into the house, and moved some easily damaged items to a safe place.

Yang's father climbed onto the roof and reinforced the loose wooden boards to prevent the tiles from being damaged by hail.

Little Seventh and Little Sixth also helped to move things obediently, their little faces tense and looking very serious.