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Perhaps it was due to the accumulation of conflicts, or perhaps it was because the autumn harvest over a month had put everyone's nerves on edge.

In short, the argument made everyone in the Su family lose their will to continue working in the fields.

He slunk away, following behind Grandpa Su back home.

Looking at the younger generation in the room, all bowing their heads and remaining silent, Old Master Su's face was so gloomy it was almost dripping with water, and the wrinkles on his forehead deepened with anger.

He puffed on his pipe one puff after another, and soon the room was filled with a lingering smell of smoke. But everyone just endured the discomfort and no one dared to speak first.

Su Qingtian rubbed his nose, but finally couldn't hold back and sneezed loudly.

Old Master Su gave him a cold glance, gripping his pipe tightly, and suddenly slammed it hard on the table—

A loud "thud" was heard, which frightened the old hens in the yard so much that they flapped their wings and fled in panic.

"father……"

Su Qingtian shuddered and looked up with a wronged expression, but Old Master Su had no intention of giving him a kind look.

"Alright, I understand everything. Ultimately, it's our fault as parents. We shouldn't have shown favoritism and lost our sense of proportion. From now on, no one in our family is allowed to secretly have extra food, understand?"

"I know dad!"

A hint of weariness appeared in Old Master Su's eyes. He waved to everyone, signaling them to disperse, and then turned and went back to his room alone.

He could easily see that the girl from the fourth son's family had deliberately brought the cakes today to vent her resentment.

The old woman was indeed wrong to cook for her husband separately, but with so many people in the family, how could she possibly take care of everyone?

Throughout history, for thousands of years, every family has been like this. For such a small matter, the Su family has made such a laughing stock in front of the villagers. The fourth son's family is indeed short-sighted. This family cannot be entrusted to them...

Because of this incident, the original harvest schedule was completely disrupted.

In the Su family's field, only two acres of rice remained, standing forlornly in the wind.

The next morning, when Grandpa Su woke up, he found that the sky above him was suddenly covered by dark clouds, and it seemed that an autumn rain was about to come.

"Who knows how long this rain will last? If we don't hurry up and harvest the rice in the fields, it's bound to get moldy if it gets wet!"

This is the most important food for the whole family.

After quickly eating a few bites of steamed buns with hot water, Grandpa Su couldn't wait to take his whole family to work in the fields.

Let's work harder and try to harvest all the remaining rice today, so we don't have to wait and see.

They worked diligently until dusk, when the sky gradually darkened, but the expected heavy rain did not fall.

Many families still had rice to harvest. Some families, after weighing their options, decided to stay in the fields and continue the harvest, while many others, hoping that the rain might not come, packed up their farm tools and hurried home.

In the Su family's fields, Uncle Su and Uncle Su looked at the sky, and their hearts began to waver.

Dad was working hard in front, while they were swinging their sickles so hard they were practically sparking. They couldn't catch up with Dad, and instead exhausted themselves. Their arms felt like they were made of lead, and they couldn't lift them at all.

Su Qingyi sighed inwardly, hesitated for a long time, and then leaned closer to Old Master Su, softly advising him:

"Dad, this rain might just glide by. Let's not linger here. Let's go home and rest. Don't wear yourself out."

Su Qingtian quickly chimed in, "Yes, Dad, why work so hard? The rice stalks aren't going to grow legs and run away in the field. There's only a little left. We can definitely finish harvesting it by tomorrow morning. It won't delay anything!"

Old Master Su's gaze, however, was unusually resolute. Looking at the remaining half of the rice paddy, his heart burned with anguish.

"Shut up, all of you! We farmers rely on the weather for our livelihood, but even more so on our own hands. I won't go back until this rice harvest is finished!"

Having said that, he ignored his two sons' nagging, strode into the field, and bent down to cut the rice.

Although his body was extremely exhausted, he did not slack off in his work at all.

With no other option, the two brothers, Uncle Su and Uncle Su Er, could only reluctantly follow behind.

As Su Qingtian cut the barley, he muttered under his breath, "Dad is really something, always so stubborn, like a stubborn donkey, he's going to work us to death."

Su Qingyi sighed and said weakly, "I'm just worried about Father's health. He's so old, and he's still working day and night like this. What if he gets sick from overwork?"

Only Su Xiangyang silently followed beside Grandpa Su. The two of them moved quickly through the fields, with only the rustling sound of rice leaves rubbing against each other echoing through the air...

As time went by, the sky grew completely dark.

The dark clouds pressed lower and lower, and lightning flashed across the night sky from time to time. A damp feeling filled the air, as if small raindrops were falling.

"Give it your all! There's only a little left!"

"Eldest and second eldest, hurry up and help your mother carry the bags. Xiangyang and I are enough for here!"

Grandpa Su's shouts echoed through the fields as he urged his sons to speed up. Sweat mingled with the raindrops on his forehead, but he didn't bother to wipe it away.

Finally, just before the torrential rain began, the last bag of rice was safely moved into the house.

Looking at the intact grain, Grandpa Su smiled with relief. Although he was extremely exhausted and felt like he was about to collapse, he felt at peace.

After returning home, Grandpa Su took a quick shower and collapsed onto the bed, quickly falling into a deep sleep.

But the next morning, he couldn't be woken up no matter what he did.

Grandma Su panicked, touched Grandpa's forehead, and immediately recoiled from the heat. She stumbled out the door, shouting towards the east and west rooms:

"Where are they?! Where have they all gone? Eldest brother, go and fetch Doctor Liu right now, your father is sick!"

"What? Dad's sick? I'll go get a doctor right away..."

Grandpa Su was ill for several days.

The doctor prescribed medicine and said there was nothing seriously wrong, just that he had overworked himself and needed to rest more.

Grandma Su felt as if her mind was a tangled mess, and panic spread wildly in her heart, which unknowingly turned into irritability.

She spends her days throwing things around at home and finds fault with all her daughters-in-law.

"All you do is loiter around all day. The old man is so sick, and you haven't done a single thing! Are you hoping we'll die soon so you can take charge of the household?"

But as soon as Grandpa Su coughed lightly, Grandma Su seemed to change instantly, rushing anxiously to the bedside, bringing water and tucking the blankets in, and speaking in a soft, gentle voice.

As time went on, the atmosphere in the Su family became increasingly oppressive.

The rain outside continued to drizzle incessantly. Su Qingyi paced back and forth inside the house, his heart pounding like a cat's claws.

He had been wanting to go back to town for a long time, but the grain hadn't been dried, sold, or properly distributed yet.

This is different from what he initially expected...

How long will this old man's illness drag on?