Ruan Chengde planted fields all his life, and fields are his life root.

The wheat that has been serving for so long has been in a good harvest, but it is blown by heavy rain and wind.

He felt uncomfortable as if he had fried oil.

I saw my little daughter standing on the ground wearing wooden clogs and rolling her legs, and her pretty little face became more whiter and clearer in the gray world.

He laughed, but it was even worse than crying.

Ruan Ling walked over in the water and handed her handkerchief over: "Dad, don't be sad, maybe the rain will stop tonight."

Ruan Chengde looked at the clean embroidered handkerchief in his little daughter's hand and was reluctant to get it dirty. He shook his head: "It's so heavy rain, why do you come out and do it? Go home quickly."

"Oh, when will this rain fall?" Ruan Zhiyuan stomped his feet anxiously, "God, don't let people live!"

Ruan Ling said: "Second brother, don't worry. I see that the clouds in the west have become thinner. I guess the rain will stop soon."

Ruan Zhigao wiped Yu Shui on his face and his face was also dark: "Even if the rain stops, the wheat will be no longer able to do it."

Half of the hard work of half of this has been ruined.

Ruan Chengde's heart was bleeding.

God does not let people live, so there is no way out for ordinary people.

Ruan Ling walked around the ground, and while Ruan Chengde and the others were not paying attention, he secretly used a trace of divine power to face a small piece of collapsed wheat.

The wheat is recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In a blink of an eye, it returned to its initial full and mature state.

Ruan Ling nodded secretly.

There are people in each family's fields, and Ruan Ling is not good at recovering wheat on a large scale at this time. She just tried her best and stopped and waited to come over tonight.

At night, the rain actually became heavier again. The thunder roared all night, with strong storms and rains, and it did not gradually stop until dawn.

After such heavy rain, Ruan Ling stayed at home and did not restore the wheat fields.

As soon as the sky was dawn, Ruan Chengde couldn't wait to rush out of the house and stepped into the water with one foot.

He was surprised.

Ruan Ling then followed and saw that the doorstep had turned into a vast ocean.

The entire pond was submerged, and only a small piece of lotus leaves could be seen.

"It's over, it's all..." Ruan Chengde's eyes turned black, his knees softened, and he almost knelt down.

Ruan Zhigao held him: "Dad!"

When Jin and the others came out to see this scene, they were so surprised that they couldn't speak.

After the drought, I finally asked for rain, but I encountered waterlogging.

Even the Ruan family's high terrain was almost flooded, and the low terrain in the village must have been flooded.

Everyone in the neighbors opened the door and walked out. When they saw the rain stop, they were happy and worried.

"It's broken, hurry up and go to the field to take a look!" Ruan Chengde woke up, picked up a shovel and rushed into the field.

The two brothers Ruan Zhigao followed closely behind.

The fields are full of people.

The large pieces of golden wheat were invisible and they all fell asleep in the water.

All the wheat is finished.

Everyone couldn't help but burst into tears when they saw this scene.

Ruan Chengde did not cry. He squatted on the ground, staring at the ears of wheat soaked in the water, and staring blankly.

Ruan Ling was walking around the farmer crying and robbing the earth. When she returned home, she said to Jin, "Mom, let's go to the Land Temple to burn incense?"

"Go to the Land Temple to burn incense?"
Chapter completed!