Chapter 293: Natural disasters and man-made disasters, no one can stop them!
Even Chen Ping was not immune to this hard work. After all, his father-in-law, Old Man Wang, was already very old, and he could not rely entirely on his daughter for the heavy work of reclaiming wasteland and dredging water sources.

In addition, Chen Ping also wanted to see with his own eyes whether the high-yield grain mentioned by the Thirteenth Prince of the Great Qin was really as he said, yielding more than a thousand kilograms per mu.

Chen Ping was full of doubts about this. He thought that those soldiers who delivered the grain probably didn't even understand the concept of yielding 1,000 kilograms per mu.

If Daqin could have a crop that could produce 500 kilograms per mu, it would be enough to keep all the people away from hunger.

At that time, who would talk about the suffering of the farmers?

However, he could not find anyone to share these thoughtful truths with.

In the past few months, Chen Ping and his young wife have been working silently day and night, looking forward to a harvest in the fall.

Everything is going well and the rice is growing vigorously after planting.

In just two months, the fields have turned green and many rice ears have formed.

At first glance, the projected output is promising.

At this moment, not only Chen Ping was excited, but all the men, women, and children in Jiangbian Village were so excited that they couldn't sleep!
Many people would like to stay in the rice fields all night long. Not to mention guarding against wolves, dogs and cats, even if mice or sparrows dare to nibble on a rice ear, they will protect it at all costs!
Long-term hardship and hunger made them regard every grain of new food as a treasure, even more than loving their own children!
If a child accidentally enters a rice field and tramples on the rice seedlings, he will be punished by the whole village and will have to kneel in the ancestral hall for a whole day!
The soldiers who delivered the food once reminded us that rice loves water, so in addition to driving out insects and weeds, the rice must not be allowed to lack water.

But this year, for some reason, there was unusually heavy rain on the riverside.

Villagers don't even need to draw water from the river as it is enough to meet the needs of the rice fields.

Watching the rice grow stronger day by day, everyone's smile is like blooming autumn chrysanthemums, filled with joy.

Only Chen Ping felt something unusual.

Since August, the rain seems to have been too abundant.

"Boom!"

There was a low rumble of thunder in the distance, followed by a drizzle of rain, and the wet road became muddy.

Chen Ping looked up at the sky with a frown on his face. The uneasiness he had felt in the past few days was even more intense at this moment.

He wandered back and forth on the riverside path leading to the rice fields, his inner worries growing.

The entire month of August has been shrouded in rain since the beginning of the month.

Although it was not a heavy rain, the continuous drizzle and the dark clouds overhead made Chen Ping feel that a catastrophe was brewing from heaven.

The villagers stood by the rice fields, their faces filled with joy. Even though they were wearing straw raincoats, they still squatted beside the ridges, looking up at the sky with gratitude and praying to God for rain.

The abundant rainfall saved the rice fields from drought and saved them the hard work of carrying water for irrigation.

When Chen Ping passed by, he saw the simple and deep joy on the village chief's face and could not bear to tell him about the dangers he might face. He just hoped that he was worrying too much.

After drawing a mark on the river bank, he hurried back home, praying that the weather would clear up tomorrow.

It was early morning, and before the hour of Mao, Chen Ping suddenly jumped up, opened the window, and looked into the distance at the horizon.

The longer he stared, the paler his face became.

The rain was still falling relentlessly, with no sign of stopping.

The clay jar in front of the house, reflecting yesterday's worries, stored half more rain water.

If the trend continues, the rice fields on which the villagers depend for their survival will be completely destroyed in ten days.

Although the rain was not heavy, its persistent invasion was enough to make people feel despair.

Chen Ping's hand tapped his forehead involuntarily, his face became increasingly serious, and his heart was beating like a drum.

In addition to the crisis of the rice fields, the rising water level of the river made him panic. If it rained for another 20 days, the water level of the Yangtze River might overflow the river bank. Once the river flooded, the riverside village would no longer exist.

At that time, how should he and these villagers deal with themselves?
"Husband, why are you up so early?"

Wang rubbed her sleepy eyes and appeared behind Chen Ping yawning.

"I just got up to relieve myself. Go back and continue to rest. You are not just yourself now."

Chen Ping quickly turned around, gently put his arm around Wang's waist, and guided her back to the bed.

Thanks to his hard work, Wang finally became pregnant with their child.

She nodded in a daze. Her body was becoming increasingly heavy and she felt drowsy all day.

If Chen Ping hadn't suddenly stood up, she would have thought something big had happened and climbed out of bed.

Chen Ping had no in-depth understanding of weather changes and could not predict future weather. He could only pray silently when he opened the door every morning.

Please pray that it won't rain again.

However, for five consecutive mornings, Chen Ping's hopes turned into disappointment.

He looked into the distance, and as far as he could see, the rain not only did not subside, but became even heavier!
Chen Ping's face turned pale, and the thing he was most worried about seemed to be about to become a reality.

These days, he marked the water level on the river bank, but when he went there the next day, he found that the river had submerged yesterday's mark.

At this rate of rise, the river water will burst the embankment and sweep away the entire riverside village in less than ten days.

No one can stop natural disasters and man-made disasters!
Despite the heavy rain, the villagers still stayed in the rice fields, but recently they found that the rice in the fields seemed to have stopped growing.

Rice is a treasure in the hearts of hundreds of households, and any slight change cannot escape their eyes.

The rice seedlings should have been growing vigorously at the time of heading, but the village chief was surprised to find that the rice seedlings were no longer heading, and many mature ears had even begun to fall off.

This scene is tantamount to throwing their life-saving food into the mud!

Seeing this, Chen Ping summoned all the villagers to the old locust tree at the entrance of the village, claiming that he had something important to announce.

Chen Ping's prestige in Jiangbian Village even exceeded that of the village chief. In less than half an hour, men, women, old and young gathered together.

They were wearing straw raincoats and had serious expressions. A few naughty children had climbed up to the treetops, and their wet hair was dripping with water.

When the crowd had gathered, Chen Ping spoke solemnly: "Fellow villagers, I think you should have guessed why I called you all together."

"That's right, rice is related to our survival!"

"Brother Chen, you are very knowledgeable. Tell us what is going on."

"A large number of rice ears fell from my rice field today, and the other rice seedlings stopped growing. What should I do if this continues?"

"Yes, the situation in my house is the same. At first I thought it was another tiger from my family who broke into the rice field. I just gave him a good beating."

"You guys are still lucky. The rice seedlings beside my field are floating. Could it be that your tiger head did that?"

The villagers didn't understand the situation and put the blame on Hu Tou from Old Chen's family. They beat the child without asking why.

Behind Old Chen, the little tiger had a swollen face and nose, and he was crying with tears streaming down his face, with bubbles of snot trembling on his cheeks.

Chen Ping frowned and raised his hand in the air, signaling the villagers to stop arguing.

(End of this chapter)