Quick Wear: The saints are too miserable, the host will never be soft-hearted

This is indeed the case. In the original owner's life, the village chief had already learned about the war, but he was worried about the villagers of Shangshui Village, so he delayed the most important time.

No one could easily give up the house and land passed down from generation to generation. Only the head of the village firmly believed in the news, but he could not convince the old people in the village in a short time.

When the locusts came, except for the headman's family who harvested wheat, all other households suffered heavy losses. It was because of this experience that the villagers of Shangshui Village learned from their mistakes and followed the headman Wang to escape the famine and avoid getting into greater trouble.

Lu Yi didn't need to do anything extra. He could only wait for the headman to get anxious and then act accordingly. He should harvest the wheat first.

Liang Sulan took out the mushrooms, blanched them and chopped them into small pieces. Lu Yi listened to Liang Sulan's instructions and focused on kneading the dough.

In previous years, Liang Sulan was reluctant to prepare such good dry food for working in the fields. However, when she thought about the hardships on the road to escape famine in the future, Liang Sulan decided not to treat her children badly anymore and let them eat as well as possible!

At least she wouldn't take a bunch of food with her when she died, so it wouldn't be a loss if she ate it. Liang Sulan made up her mind and started preparing the fillings for the buns without blinking!

The smoke rising from Lu Yi's kitchen never went away, causing everyone who saw it to marvel in amazement.

The atmosphere at the village head's house was heavier than ever before.

"Er Daizi, go call your parents, as well as your uncles and grandfathers in the village. Don't leave any of them behind. I have something to tell you."

"Huh? Oh!"

Village Chief Wang rarely lit up the dry pipe that he usually kept in his mouth. As the smoke came out, the furrows between his brows deepened a little.

Lu Yi's family was busy making dumplings.

Liang Xiaomei was rolling the bun skins with a rolling pin, while Liang Sulan continued to mix the bun fillings. Lu Yi was observing carefully, and he was eager to make buns.

Surprisingly, Liang Sulan did not stop Lu Yi from doing the kitchen work as she did before. Instead, she took the initiative to ask him if he wanted to learn how to make dumplings.

Of course Lu Yi was willing to do so, and the whole family cooperated, steaming buns in baskets.

Before going to bed, Liang Sulan prepared all the tools for going to the fields and checked them carefully twice before she felt relieved.

At three o'clock in the morning, Liang Sulan packed the buns according to each person's appetite and started making today's breakfast.

She scooped a full bowl of flour, added water to make a batter, then poured it into the hot pan and baked it over low heat into golden pancakes. She used a spatula to lift them up and placed them on a plate, piling them up into a small hill.

Then he walked out of the kitchen and shouted louder, "Lu Yi, Xiao Mei, hurry up and get up. After eating, we have to rush to the fields. We have a lot of work to do today."

"I heard it, I'll get up right away."

After a while, there was movement in the house.

The two sleepy-eyed people got up, washed their faces, and chewed the freshly-fried white flour pancakes in their mouths. When they regained consciousness, no one hesitated and quickly packed up and went to the field.

Some villagers were worried about their fields, so they got up early in the morning and strolled around the fields.

Just then, sharp-eyed Sister Ying spotted the familiar figure in the distance. She quickened her pace and shouted at the top of her voice, "Sulan! Sulan, is that you? Why are you up so early?"

Even when she walked to Liang Sulan's side, Sister Ying still couldn't hide the surprise in her eyes.

"Oh my goodness, am I still half asleep? It's only been a short while, and you're already harvesting wheat? Are you crazy?!"

Liang Sulan's heart was tangled for a moment, but she smoothly said what she had discussed with Lu Yi in advance, saying: "Oh, the children at home are craving white flour cakes, and you know I can't persuade them, so we might as well harvest our acre and six mu of land in advance in the next few days."

"Sulan, you are so scary. Are you still the Sulan I know?"

Sister Ying pulled Liang Sulan aside and said anxiously in a low voice, "I'm telling you, you can't spoil the children like this. They're craving white flour cakes. You can just borrow some flour from Sister Ying's house. Why bother with this wheat that's not even harvested yet?"

"Don't feel embarrassed. Lao Lu has helped my family a lot in the past. Now that your family is in trouble, it's only natural for me to lend a hand. Don't think too much!"

"Sister Ying!" Liang Sulan called her gratefully, "I really don't know how to thank you."

Sister Ying ignored him and continued to talk, "Quick! Stop yelling and go back to Sister Ying's house. I'll get you some flour!"

Liang Sulan's expression froze, and she said cautiously, "No need for flour...this new wheat is delicious."

"Nonsense!" Sister Ying yelled. "Everyone knows that freshly harvested wheat is delicious when ground into flour, but you also have to..."

As she was speaking, a messenger came running from a distance.

"Emergency assembly! Emergency assembly! The village head wants to hold a meeting! It's best if everyone goes, and at least one person from each family should be in charge!"

After listening to this, Sister Ying turned to look at Liang Sulan and saw that she had called Lu Yi over.

"Aunt Ying, let me go with you." Lu Yi said.

"Okay, I'm happy for your mother if you can carry it. Let's go." Sister Ying looked at them and urged them to run towards the village entrance.

The meeting lasted for half an hour. Village Chief Wang had a serious face and shouted over and over again. The content of the meeting was similar to what Lu Yi had guessed. She didn't listen carefully to the details. It was just a call for rushing to harvest and leaving the village in a few days.

After the meeting, Sister Ying organized her family to go back and move the farm tools for harvesting wheat, and she went back with Lu Yi.

Her family's fields are not far from the land left by Lu Yi's family.

The headman's shout was still echoing in Sister Ying's mind, and she excitedly grabbed Liang Sulan.

"Sulan! Do you know what the head of the village said in the meeting just now? I was scolding you this morning, but now that this meeting has started, you accidentally did the right thing first!"

"But I'm a little puzzled. The village chief was particularly forceful this time, almost like he was giving orders. He's been in office for so many years, and he's always consulted with everyone. He's never used his power to force anyone. I really don't understand."

"Tell me, is it because of his two lame sons? If they had escaped the famine earlier, they might have had a chance of survival. The two sons who stayed behind would definitely... Or is it because of the head of the village..."

Sister Ying talked excitedly, connecting the gossip she had heard and trying to guess the reason for the change in the head of the village.

Liang Sulan's eyes were still blank, and her brain was racing. Could it be that the dream had come true?

Sister Ying remembered the entire content of the meeting and opened her mouth to hold a small meeting with Liang Sulan. By the time she had finished talking, Lu Yi had already picked up the sickle and cut a solid bundle of wheat.

"You better hurry up! Okay, I have to go harvest the wheat. Time waits for no one. Oh! How come such a good day... Oh!"

Sister Ying sighed heavily and trotted back to her own field.

Lu Yi bundled the wheat and moved it to the side. "Mom, do you think this is magical? My father told me in my dream, and not a single word is false."

"Why don't you say he is my old friend?" Liang Sulan blurted out.

Feeling a little embarrassed after realizing it late, he picked up his sickle and continued to work.