Li Yungui comforted himself, thinking at least he was much better off than those who hadn't finished harvesting their wheat yet.
He looked up at the dark sky and sighed. A rainstorm would be best; otherwise, many villages would suffer reduced yields.
Li Cunshan saw Li Yungui standing at the edge of the field, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing, just worried about the weather. Tonight, there's surely going to be a big rainstorm."
"Can't be helped. Half of Zheng Family Village's wheat hasn't been harvested yet. Just thinking about it is worrisome. Yun Gui, when Xiao Wei returns, go and get the tractors."
"Got it, I'll at least get two back. You think Xiao Wei isn't back yet?"
"He should be back soon. Xiao Wei's temperament is known, and given it's harvest time, he's probably anxious."
"Couldn't he have waited until after the harvest to go?"
Both sighed. The leaders sit in their offices, unaware of the situation below.
