Shocking! My Rugged Husband is the Hidden Tycoon in the 70s Novel-Chapter 273: After What We Did

Jiang Xingye glanced at Hu Hai, but said nothing.

He wanted to say, you’re an idiot too.

What does other teams’ harvest or lack thereof have to do with him?

Does he need to be happy or unhappy about it?

As for whether the threshing machine would sell, of course it would sell well, he wasn’t worried at all.

"You few, move some ladders and go check the south side, the wind’s strong, press the grass tightly; you guys, go check by the corn stacks, on the windy side, cover the corn, so the rainwater doesn’t seep in."

Jiang Xingye arranged everyone properly, and then he went up to the roof himself to recheck a few places that might leak.

In less than half an hour, the rain was pouring down in large drops.

A few people stayed by the corn stacks, while on this side, Jiang Xingye led some people to patrol around the warehouse. It wasn’t time to hand in the grain yet, so the rice and wheat piles were full to the brim.

The sound of rain beating on the rooftop could be heard, lightning cut across the sky, and by its momentary light, a curtain of rain could be seen coming down in torrents outside.

Some houses leaked heavily, and Jiang Baohua arranged for people to stay at the team’s headquarters.

Jiang Xingye had Hu Hai keep an eye here, while he rushed into the rain, barefoot in the puddles. As he was nearing the house of the Ren family’s grandparents and grandson, he saw a slender figure enter the house.

He hastened his steps and heard Xu Qinghuan asking, "Is there any leak?"

Xu Qinghuan had brought an umbrella, wearing rain boots, but in the heavy wind and rain, she was soaked half through.

Inside the house, the clinking sound of rain hitting the wooden basins and buckets could be heard.

"There are some leaks, but it’s not a big problem, we can live," Ren Shanglu brought over a kerosene lamp, "What are you here for in such heavy rain? You’re all wet, be careful not to catch a cold."

Ren Jingmo was wrapped in a quilt, squatting on the kang, "Sister, sister, you should go back, the house doesn’t leak."

They had lived through worse leaking houses before, where they could see the stars through the roof at night.

This one leaked a bit, but the kang was fine.

Moreover, the leak wasn’t severe, just a few drops of rain.

Jiang Xingye came in and saw Xu Qinghuan drenched, and his heart started to ache.

"I’ll get a ladder and go up to the roof to have a look."

He turned to leave, but Ren Shanglu pulled him back, "It’s raining so heavily, how can you go up on the roof? In the middle of the night with those trees around, if anything happens, what then?"

"Go back, go back quickly, the house can still be lived in, I challenge you to find a house in the entire production team that doesn’t leak."

With that, he shooed them out.

Jiang Xingye was clad in a straw raincoat, while Xu Qinghuan held an umbrella, and he walked on the side facing the wind and rain, trying his best to block it for her.

Xu Qinghuan took uneven steps, not daring to look at him, feeling a bit awkward.

They had just done something like that.

When switching hands holding the umbrella, Jiang Xingye took the umbrella from her and held her hand with the other, pulling her a bit closer, "You should stay in, once it’s daylight, I’ll come over to check again."

She was all wet now, but fortunately, it was nighttime.

Holding her hand was warm, her fingers were slender and soft, quite comfortable to hold, it felt good even when doing that thing, fatal for him.

As they went inside, Qiao Xinyu got up, and Jiang Xingye turned and left.

"How is it?" Qiao Xinyu asked. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

"The team leader arranged people to patrol the production team, the house leaks a bit but it’s okay, Jiang Xingye will check from time to time, there shouldn’t be any problem." Xu Qinghuan was worried that the house where the Ren family’s grandparents and grandson lived might collapse.

There was a scene in the book where Ren Shanglu’s leg was broken by a collapsing house during a thunderstorm.

But it wasn’t in Shangjiang Team.

"Then it’s alright, your Jiang Xingye is pretty reliable with his work." Qiao Xinyu yawned and went back to bed.

Xu Qinghuan had to go into the space to take a shower.

After a whole night of trouble, Xu Qinghuan couldn’t get up the next day, and when she woke up, she heard the sound of rain mixed with voices outside.

"She hasn’t gotten up yet, she went to sleep pretty late last night, went out once in the middle of the night in the heavy rain," Qiao Xinyu said, "Oh dear, I forgot to ask, did she catch a cold from the rain?"

Jiang Xingye said, "Let me go and check."

Then came the sound of him knocking at the door, "Huanhuan?"

Xu Qinghuan responded lazily, "I’m fine! Just a moment."

Outside, Chen Dewen said, "Old Jiang, why don’t you eat first?"

Xu Qinghuan got up unhurriedly, changed her clothes, washed up a bit, then went outside to brush her teeth. The rain was still pouring.

Apart from Xu Qinghuan, everyone else was sitting around the table having breakfast. The leftover multi-grain steamed buns from yesterday and the buns Xu Qinghuan brought back were reheated.

Yu Xiaomin also cooked some corn porridge.

A dish of pickled vegetables.

Each person originally got a multi-grain steamed bun, a bun, and a bowl of porridge. Xu Qinghuan ate sparingly, so they didn’t give her a multi-grain steamed bun. Hers was given to Jiang Xingye.

They all ate slowly, eating while waiting for Xu Qinghuan.

As she came over, Jiang Xingye moved to the side a little, glanced at her hand sideways.

Xu Qinghuan felt his gaze, not daring to look directly at her own hand, maintaining a calm face, but her ear tips turned red.

This intimacy, known only to them, brought a faint sweetness to her heart, seemingly bringing her closer to that person.

"This rain seems endless, the whole Anguang County probably has only our production team unaffected, while other teams suffered heavy losses!"

Zheng Siqi shook his head, finding it hard to imagine that this year’s harvest would be at least halved.

Speaking of this, Jiang Xingye’s brow also furrowed, "The commune gave each team a harvester, and no one uses it. The commune doesn’t try to promote it either, so what can be done?

"Truly, when the harvester was made, the commune was only a few days behind us. If they had managed to promote it, regardless of anything else, at least the straw stacks would have been piled up, with virtually no losses."

Chen Dewen also felt that instead of keeping an eye on their threshing machine factory, the commune should focus on practical work.

Meanwhile, amidst the pouring rain, Wei Qimin, Liu Qingsong, and some others rushed into the now-bent-over rice fields, with rain indistinguishable from tears on their faces.

Tang Quantong hadn’t slept since the thunder started last night. At first light, he was at the commune organizing a meeting, but in the meeting room, no one spoke. It was very quiet, only the sound of rain hitting the roof tiles and leaves could be heard.

Each sound struck a chord in people’s hearts.

After a long time, Tang Quantong finally spoke, and his voice sounded like it had a serious cold, his tone like he was reciting a eulogy, "From the situation we’ve assessed over the past couple of days, it seems only one production team has completed the harvesting task."

He didn’t name names, but everyone knew it had to be the Shangjiang Team.

"We still don’t know how long this rain will last..." Tang Quantong looked at the morning outside that seemed like night, with a weight like a stone on his chest, "Do you see if there’s any way to salvage the situation?"