No one can predict Heaven's temperament.
Just after the rice seedlings were transplanted, a torrential rain began to pour.
The river surged back into the fields, almost drowning the newly planted seedlings.
The entire village, including Qin Yao's family, was anxious for days because of this.
Every day before dawn, Qin Yao and Ah Wang would go to the fields to check, raise the field banks, and release the water that had accumulated overnight.
This time, the rain was heavy and unlike last year; the water's flow was too rapid, the village children didn't dare to try catching fish anymore.
Actually, their own rice paddies were fine, but Qin Yao was most worried about the other five acres of watermelon fields.
Yesterday, the watermelon seedlings that Mrs. Zhang and her daughters-in-law planted were buried under the mudslides from the mountains.
By the time they were discovered, it was too late to save them.
Of the three acres reserved for watermelons, only one and a half remain.
