Pastoral Trifles: The Poor Girl Turns Over

Chapter 696 After Asking the Name 5
Seeing the scene outside, if such a big snow doesn't intervene, I'm afraid that it won't be long before the straw on the tea seedlings can't keep out the wind and rain, but will not be able to bear the weight, and the tea seedlings will be crushed to death.

Song Fanhua made a decisive decision, turned around and said to Xiao Jiu: "Xiao Jiu, you run fast, you go to Cheng Huan and ask him to call someone over!"

Xiao Jiu understood the words, turned around and ran to the village.

Song Fanhua turned back to the meeting room and ran to the tea field with thick gloves and a wooden shovel.

As soon as Xiaojiu appeared on the kang, Cheng Huan woke up, saw it hurriedly got up and sat up, glanced outside, and saw that it was as bright as day, so he understood in his heart.

Time was running out, and now there were more than 20 people who were registered in the tea field. Cheng Huan went to ask for it to delay the time, so he had to knock on the door of Xu Ruyun's room, and called Cheng Qian,

The father and daughter were divided into two groups, and went to each house to call for help.

Zhang Qiang and Song Qingming took the brunt of running to the tea field first, and when they got closer because the snow illuminated the sky and the earth, they saw at a glance that a piece of the windshield in the distance was missing.

If this overwhelms the tea seedlings, that would be great, Zhang Bo immediately said, "Go to the room to see if the prosperity is there, why can't you see others!"

His voice was very loud, but Song Fanhua who was in the distance did not hear it due to the resistance of the snow, Song Qingming turned and left, Zhang Bo also hurriedly ran deep into the tea field,

But the place where the baffle fell was at the farthest point of the tea field, not close to here.

The sight was blocked by heavy snow, and the road was difficult to walk. Zhang Bo didn't walk fast, but Song Qingming, who soon found no one in the house, rushed back even more eagerly.

When the two of them were not far away from where they were moving, they saw that the baffle was tilted outwards, so they breathed a sigh of relief and continued to move forward. Suddenly, they could vaguely see a leg poked there on the side of the tea seedling.

Listening carefully, I could still hear some strange movements, and the two hurriedly walked a few steps to catch up.

When he got closer, he saw that Song Fanhua's head and body were covered with dirt, and he was trying to get up from the ground, but his leg seemed to be disobedient and unable to use his strength, and the ground was slippery and he fell down again on the ground.

"Prosperity!" Zhang Bo hurriedly ran over, but he almost fell down just a few steps away.

Song Fanhua heard the movement, looked sideways, and saw the two happily said: "Brother Zhang, Brother Qingming, you are here, my leg is crooked! Come and help me!"

"Okay!" The two stepped forward to help him up. Seeing that Song Fanhua couldn't stand up at all, they helped him to walk towards the small house. When they were about to reach the house, Cheng Huan and everyone rushed over.

Seeing Song Fanhua's mess, Cheng Huan's eyes widened in shock, and he helped open the door. Zhang Bo wanted to help Song Fanhua check the wound, so Cheng Huan didn't enter the door. Looking at the straw covered with snow in the distance, Cheng Huan looked back Glancing at the wooden door, he turned and walked towards the tea field.

Fortunately, there were a lot of people, and they kept clearing the snow on the straw. When the sky cleared the next morning, the tea field hardly suffered any damage.

After a night of tossing and tossing, everyone's faces were tired and listless. Xu Ruyun boiled ginger tea and sent it to the tea field. After everyone drank a bowl, Cheng Huan asked everyone to go back to rest.

Cheng Huan saw that the snowfall did not affect the tea fields much, and the baffles were erected again. He was busy at night and only asked Brother Zhang a few words about Brother Fanhua, but he didn't know what happened now.

Thinking of seeing him at night, Cheng Huan hastily turned around and opened the wooden door of the small room, and brought ginger tea to Song Fanhua.

(End of this chapter)