The continuous rainy days just won't let up, and even a fine-weather doll isn't enough anymore.

Married into the family for over 20 years, drying grain in the living room for the first time

The slow-moving Typhoon Saola added even more risk to this gamble. Auntie Mei-er-mei, who joined the farming effort for the first time this year, and her husband braved the wind and rain to bag the grain one by one and deliver it to Jilin Elementary School, which had been closed; the classroom where the auntie once studied as a child became a shelter for the grain. When the center of the typhoon passed over Gongliao, the area in front of Rongcan-bo's mourning hall was spread with grain. "I've been married here for over 20 years, and this is the first time I've dried grain in the living room," Lingzhi said helplessly while turning the grain on the typhoon day.

Unable to send the grain away in time, the Xiao brothers, who had no space to store it, could only leave the grain on the rice drying yard covered with plastic sheeting. The rain would not stop for a moment, and the wet grain was already beginning to sprout. What could be done? "Since it's already been harvested, don't think about it anymore." But that was half a year of hard work; how could they not think about it? Those who had harvested worried about how to deal with the sprouting grain; those who had not rushed to harvest had to start preparing for how to harvest the lodged rice after the typhoon. No matter what choice they had made at the time, farmers had no luck to rely on, and no advantage to gain.

At last there is sunlight; thanks be to heaven for the gift

Over the past week, there was finally brilliant sunshine, and everyone could finally let the rice complete its final stage of drying. What could originally have been finished within a week took two to three times as long. Thinking back to every time we praised Qiujin-bo for taking such good care of his rice, besides smiling shyly, he always said with reservation: "We don't know yet! It depends on how much Lord Heaven is willing to give us!" This was the uncle's wisdom from decades of experience, and we, who were always too naive, thus came to a deep realization - every grain of sun-dried rice from the terraced paddies represents not only the farmers' diligent effort, but also a gift from heaven.

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