Farmhouse Green Plum

Chapter 129 Lies

After hesitating for a while, she selected two baskets of the wettest wheat and spread them out to dry.

Just as she spread out a basket of wheat, Song Tian came back. Seeing her at home, he asked nervously, "Where are my father and the others?"

"Of course, it's harvesting wheat in the mountains."

Song Tian breathed a sigh of relief, half threatening and half begging: "Don't tell my father and the others about what happened today, otherwise, if Chen Ergou troubles you again in the future, I won't help you!"

Song Ying rolled his eyes and pointed at the dustpan under the eaves, "Do I need to tell you?"

Looking at the wheat covered with mud, Song Tian's face flashed with fear, and he tried to find an excuse: "I am small and weak, and I didn't have time to pull all the mats together. It's normal."

As he spoke, he felt that this reason was very feasible, and the fear on his face disappeared. He worked hard to lobby Song Ying, the "only" person who knew the truth.

"If you help me this time, I will also help you persuade grandma if you encounter any problems in the future, or if you want anything, it's fine. She loves me the most, and she will definitely agree to my request."

These are all verbal promises, so insincere.

After silently complaining, Song Ying said faintly, "Second Aunt came back with me."

Song Tian froze, then his face fell, "It's over now!"

Song Ying knocked on the basket next to him with his rake and said, "The only thing you can do now is to make good repairs. Take advantage of the good sunshine now and pour two more baskets to dry in the sun."

If two of them work together and it really rains, they will still be able to harvest enough wheat to cover two mats.

Song Tian went to dump the wheat with a sad face.

When the wheat in the four baskets was dried again, there were no dark clouds, and the sun became even brighter and more scorching.

After thinking about it, Song Ying decided to pour out the remaining two baskets of wheat to dry.

Her prediction was correct. Not only did it not rain, there wasn't even a cloud in the sky the entire afternoon.

Under the scorching sun, the moisture was quickly evaporated. When turning the wheat over, Song Ying found that even the mat underneath was dried.

The wheat became even drier, with no moisture left on the surface. However, all the wheat would have to be exposed to the scorching sun for two more days.

When the orange sunset covered the sky and the community school was about to end, Song Ying asked Song Tian to harvest the wheat at home while he set out to pick up Song Yuan.

Today, she was not worried about Song Tian going out to play. The knife hanging over his head had not fallen yet. Now was the time when he was at his most well-behaved, so she dared not be careless with Maizi.

After picking up Song Yuan and walking to the ridge of the field near her home, she saw Uncle Song coming back carrying two baskets of wheat.

Yang, who was behind, carried a full basket, and even Li carried half a basket.

Uncle Song's face was filled with dark clouds, which even Song Ying found frightening.

She called out "Second Uncle" and walked over quickly, took the backpack from Li and put it on her back, while silently wishing Song Tian good luck in her heart.

Song Tian was obviously paying attention to the door. As soon as they reached the door, he stuck his head out and met Uncle Song's face, which was so gloomy that water could drip out of it.

He swallowed and stammered, "Dad, you're back."

Uncle Song didn't say anything.

Song Tian swallowed his saliva again and put on a flattering smile, "My sister and I watched over it all afternoon, and the wet wheat is almost dry."

Uncle Song still didn't say anything. He put down his carrying pole and pulled out a bamboo strip from one of the bamboo baskets. The back of the strip was green, the cut was fresh, and the teeth were uneven. It was obvious that it had just been cut with a sickle.

He waved the bamboo strips, making a whistling sound.

Song Tian quickly ran behind Li and said, "Grandma, I didn't mean to do that. I was going to change the place for the cows. Who would have thought that it would rain not long after I left? I really didn't go out to play."

Before Li could speak, Second Uncle Song shouted angrily, "You are still lying to me! Your mother and your sister came back from the melon seed field and spread the wheat out to dry again.

That’s enough time for you to run back no matter where you take the cow.”

As he spoke, Second Uncle Song waved his bamboo strips again and shouted, "Come here and kneel down!

You immortal boss, what sin did I commit in my previous life to have a short-lived child like you? Every time I collect food, you always cause trouble. Do you think there is too much food at home?"

Song Tian shrank his neck and didn't dare to go over.

Seeing that he didn't move, Uncle Song became even angrier. He took a step forward, grabbed him by the collar, and pulled him out from behind Li. Then he threw him far away, and he rolled twice in the yard before stopping.

Yang's eyelids twitched, while Li directly hit Uncle Song and said angrily, "You can be angry, but you should know the severity of the situation! He is a person, not a thing. What if something happens to him when he is thrown so far away?"

The moment he threw it out, Uncle Song knew that it was wrong and regretted that he had lost his temper. But at this moment, he was so angry that it was impossible for him to admit that he was wrong.

He stared at Song Tian and shouted again: "Kneel down for me!"

Song Tian rubbed his calf, grimacing in pain, but he didn't dare to cry out in pain. When he heard what Uncle Song said, he quickly got up and knelt down, saying pitifully, "Dad, I really went to change the position of the cow."

Seeing that he could still get up, Uncle Song knew that the problem was not serious, so he put aside his worries and angrily said again: "How dare you lie, you short-lived kid! Yingwa, how long did he take to come back?"

Song Ying gave Song Tian a look that said "May the best of luck" and said honestly, "It's probably the first quarter of the afternoon."

Uncle Song was stunned for a moment, then turned around and asked, "Are you sure you remember?"

Li also said with a sullen face: "Yingwa, think about it again, maybe you remembered it wrongly."

The rain started at around 3 p.m. and ended at around 5 p.m., which was more than an hour. One could run back and forth to Xinghua Village more than a dozen times. No matter where Song Tian was playing, he should have come back long ago.

Song Ying was also confused. "If I remember correctly, a huge dark cloud had just dispersed at that time, and I poured out the wheat that I had gathered to dry again. I had just finished drying a basket of wheat when he came back."

Uncle Song and the other two were stunned. The dark cloud was very big. Every household was drying wheat recently, and there had just been a sudden rain, so no one working in the fields was not paying attention.

At that time, they were also considering whether to come back to harvest the wheat. Later, when they saw the dark clouds dispersed, they did not come back, so they had a very deep impression of it. It was indeed the end of the Wei Dynasty and the beginning of the Shen Dynasty.

Second Uncle Song looked at Song Tian and said, "Didn't you say you were going to change the position of the cow? In more than an hour, did you lead the cow to the county town?"

Song Tian's lips moved, and he stammered for a long time without uttering any words.

Uncle Song was getting more suspicious: "Where on earth did you go, you short-lived kid? Did you find a place to hide when you saw it was raining?"

After he finished speaking, he felt something was wrong. The sudden rain only lasted for a short while and soon stopped. Even if he was hiding from the rain, it would be impossible for him to get back at the beginning of the afternoon.

Thinking of this, Second Uncle Song walked over with a gloomy face, raised a bamboo stick and hit Song Tian with it, "Tell me, where have you been for me?"