60s white-eyed wolf

In the dream, there was a violent storm, the stream swelled, and the wheat that was about to be harvested was blown to the ground by the wind, and even more scattered by the violent rain. From time to time, there were big trees on the side of the road at the head of the field that were blown down by the wind. Some were even uprooted.The team members braved the wind and rain, risked their lives and struggled to harvest in the field. Even people were almost blown up. Except for the mud on the ground, they couldn't collect any grain at all.

The wind and rain were violent, and the typhoon came and went faster, but within a day and night, the dark clouds that swept past the mountains and seas suddenly disappeared, the rain stopped and the wind stopped, and the scorching sun returned to the good weather.

It's just that the wheat fields that have been destroyed by wind and rain are left in a mess. The mature wheat lies on the ground, soaked in muddy water, moldy, and germinated. Only [-]% to [-]% can be recovered.

The emaciated team members used their hands numbly to dig out as much food as possible from the mud, and their tears had dried up.

In fact, this scene also flashed sporadically in previous nightmares. At that time, he was concerned about the famine and Xiao Qiao's tragic fate, so he didn't pay attention to it carefully.But this time, the scene in the dream was so clear and terrifying, the strong wind was blowing on his body, he couldn't stand still, and the torrential rain made his cheeks hurt, as if he had really experienced such a natural disaster.

Cao Fugui sat on the edge of the bed in a daze, not knowing what to do for a while, his heart felt as if a ball of charcoal had been stuffed into it, it was stuffy and hot, and it was burning and painful.

Huanglin Village is located in the south of the Yangtze River. Although it is on a high mountain, among hills and valleys, it is actually not far from the sea.Over several mountains, through a tidal flat, and then to the east is the coast of the East China Sea.

Typhoons often pass by in previous years, usually in July and August, and most of them land on islands or coastal fishing villages. The tail of the wind does not blow much to the county town, let alone a mountain village like Huanglin Village. Some local effects.During the scorching summer, the children in the village are looking forward to the typhoon coming a few more times, with gusts of cool wind, billowing dark clouds, and a few days of shade, at most a few drops of rain, whichever is better.

But what was in the dream was not the naughty and comfortable little tail on the periphery of the typhoon, but an evil ghost so violent that it could destroy all vitality and hope.

The "he" in the dream was also scrambling to harvest, stumbled and fell in the mud, his shoulder was cut by a sharp stone, blood and water mixed in the mud, spreading around his body, his hands were nothing more than a few folds that could squeeze out water ears of wheat.

Cao Fugui recalled the miserable scene in the production team in his dream, and then thought about the previous nightmares, which seemed to happen in another "same" but different world.Just like the famine in the dream, Xiao Qiao was beaten, was about to be thrown off the cliff by Sun Guangzong, and even himself was beaten to death by the militiamen for robbing food... One after another, one after another, they were all possible things that could happen, but because of His different choices resulted in different consequences.

He believed more and more that what happened in the dream might be what happened in his previous life, or what Xiao Qiao experienced in his last life. God saw that his brother Fugui had such a miserable end in his last life. What he saw in his previous life through Xiao Qiao's eyes made him Foretell what might happen in the future.

If the typhoon in the future in this dream is like Xiao Qiao's encounter, it is a certain thing that will happen, then can this future be changed by him?

Cao Fugui jumped out of bed, paced up and down the room, grinding his teeth and thinking desperately.

The so-called natural disasters and man-made disasters, if they are disasters caused by people, like what happened to Xiao Qiao, he just needs to intervene at the right time, or make up his mind to make a choice, and it will naturally be different result.

But when encountering natural disasters, it is like a famine. If he hadn't been lucky enough to inherit the treasure of his ancestors, even if he knew in advance that there would be a famine, what would he do?It's just that you're starving to death, and you have more grievances than others who don't know the future, or you're stealing and stealing, and the end may not be so good.

The typhoon, God wants it to come, and where it wants it to go, how can a mere ordinary human being be able to interfere and change it?The chairman said that man will conquer the sky, but what a motherfucker it is that he has to rely on Brother Fu Gui to win the "sky" alone, so let's go to sleep!

If you can't win, you can only avoid it.

How to save the wheat that grows in the ground and cannot run away from this catastrophe?

If the typhoon is sure to come, and the grain cannot be avoided, we can only rush to harvest it.

The problem is that this special mother's "foreseeing nightmare" only has some scenes that "Qiao Yingnian" has experienced before, and there is no specific time at all. He still speculates based on the time of several events in the dream that the typhoon should happen this year summer harvest.As for which day and time it will be... Xiao Qiao didn't stare at the calendar in her dream!

Harvesting of wheat has strict weather conditions. Both the grains must be mature and the weather must be sunny and rainless. Early harvest and late harvest have a great impact.If the wheat is harvested a few days earlier and the wheat is not ripe, the harvest will be reduced by [-] to [-] percent.In case of late harvest, if there is a little rain, the grains of wheat may germinate directly on the ears.Even if there is no rain and the sun is exposed to the sun, the overripe wheat grains will even burst and scatter, causing losses.

First, there is no evidence, and second, there is no exact time. Even if he desperately ran to tell the third grandpa that there was a typhoon and harvest the wheat quickly, they would just treat him as a faint and talk nonsense.People speak lightly, how can he get in the way of such a big matter as wheat harvesting?

Cao Fugui scratched his head irritably, desperately trying to recruit, but at this moment he regretted that his words and deeds were insignificant, and that he had no weight in front of those adults who had the final say.But having said that, if you have to be regular and thorough in your speech and actions every day, what's the fun of being a woman like this? !

snort!It's rare for Grandpa to want to help save food, but he has to embarrass himself, what's the reason for this?

Holding his breath back, he was panicking, how could he "let him go", watching the crops that his neighbors and relatives had worked so hard for half a year, and the crops were ready to be harvested, but was sneezed by God's sneeze?

Wealthy and lonely, he couldn't think of a way for a while, so he immediately wrapped himself in a quilt and turned over to sleep. Wouldn't he suffer even more if he abused himself for nothing?There will always be a way.

Waking up early in the morning, Fugui had dark circles under his eyes and a drowsy face. Rice was almost poured into his nose, which made him cough for a long time.

"You're a villain, you can travel all over the world while eating, concentrate on eating!" Grandma frowned, took the veil to wipe Fu Guizai carefully, and muttered softly.

"I'm thinking about something, and I'm distracted." Fugui chuckled, snorted and picked off a bowl of rice, took the pancakes and gnawed, while pulling himself together and asking Gu, "Grandma, grandpa, old morning, Ala Huanglin Village Have there been floods or typhoons?"

Grandma froze and shook her head: "I have been married to Huanglin Village for decades, typhoons blow every year, and the wind and rain are not too big. It seems that there have only been two floods in the mountain stream, and the water in Suijin River has overflowed once. When we got to the edge of the house, every family was scrambling to catch fish, and Nong's father also happily picked up a big fish, saying that he wanted to strengthen my body..."

She lowered her voice when she mentioned her eldest son, and looked at her man sadly.

Grandpa patted the back of Grandma's hand, and said to his grandson: "My ancestor found Huanglin Village, a place of good geomantic omen, for refuge. It is not easy to cause floods. Typhoons happen every year, so the impact is not great. But when I was young, I experienced Once there was a 'Dragon Calling Water', the crackling rain from the sky brought the fish down, and it happened to be such a wheat harvest season, which ruined most of the harvest."

What the locals call "dragon calling for water" is what we call a "tornado" today. This kind of rare event has only happened once in decades, so it cannot be regarded as a common practice.

A few children were surprised to hear this, and asked Grandpa what it was like to call "Dragon Calls Water". They were chased off the table by the second aunt like a duck, and the adults were all busy going to work. Where did they have time to talk about ancient times?

Cao Fugui stroked his chin, sipped his teeth, and felt that he still had to go to the county town, since there was still some time before the wheat harvest.Aunt Qian and grandpa are both knowledgeable people, let's see if they have any news and solutions.

He turned his head and met Xiao Qiao's panda eyes. He was startled and asked, "What's the matter? Are you a thief at night?"

Grandma slapped Fu Gui's stinky mouth with a slap, and made two pee pee, pee off his childish words.

Xiao Qiao quietly glanced at Brother Fugui's mouth, shook her head and replied, "It's okay, I didn't sleep well."

Cao Fugui nodded and didn't take it seriously. He talked to Grandma and got up immediately to go to the county seat.

When he arrived at the aunt's house, he was just having lunch. The aunt immediately chopped up a red cream salted crab that had just been snapped up, made Dao Fugui's favorite braised pork, fried a plate of small green vegetables, and fed his precious nephew Throats are blocked.

"...Eat more, it's not just a blessing, where can I get such food at home."

Cao Lianxiu lowered his voice and kept putting vegetables into the Fugui bowl.

Nowadays, the general situation is not good, the supply in the city is tight, and life in the countryside is not much better. Several households living in the courtyard have been streamlined and "mobilized" to the countryside.If it weren't for Fugui always thinking of her aunt, and sending meat, vegetables and food from time to time, Qingzhu Qingshi would hardly even be able to eat enough, how could he have grown a thin layer of fat like now.

Hearing a letter from someone saying that Fugui had come to the house, Aunt Cao hurried back to the house after get off work to talk with Grandpa Qian and Fugui.Originally, the two families were close, but now with the line of antique and jade trading, he no longer regards Fugui as an ordinary boy or ordinary relative, but a sober person who has connections and can "talk".

"...the weather before the wheat harvest?"

Aunt Qian blinked her eyes, her expression was a little weird, Fugui would worry about these things, isn't this the job of the production team leader?

"You can look at the weather forecast, right? Our county also has a weather station. Although the reports are not very accurate, we can somewhat compare them." Mr. Qian thought for a while and said.

Meteorological reports have been available for a long time, and the central government has only canceled encryption in the past two years, and announced them in newspapers and radio stations to guide and help the production of various industries and serve people's lives.Due to the limited level of science and technology, this report cannot be forecasted for a long time in advance, and it is not particularly accurate. If there is any serious natural disaster, the government will definitely notify it as soon as possible.

It’s just that the old peasants in the villages can know the weather and the sky, and most of them don’t know much about these new things. The various production teams still mostly eat by watching the sky.

"Weather forecast?"

This thing is good!Cao Fugui was refreshed.

He usually travels here and there, and doesn't read newspapers very much. He listens to the radio for interesting things, and occasionally listens to something about the weather, so he doesn't pay attention to these things.Now, listening to what Grandpa Qian said, this is used by the government to guide agricultural production. For something as big as a typhoon, there will be a notice to some extent, right?Even if you mention a few words and take it back to the production team, it is also a government announcement in black and white, and it has that "authoritativeness"!

Just pay attention to the newspapers, and then go to the county weather station to make an explanation, no matter how vague the words are, with his brother Fu Gui's three-inch tongue, bluffing the third grandpa to make the team prepare a little bit, then there is no problem of.