Chapter 47 Ruan Tang's Little Moves (2/2)

It turns out that being cherished and tenderly embraced by someone you deeply love is such a beautiful thing that it makes your soul tremble.

The inner demons that had grown within him amidst the mud and darkness, through repeated betrayals and despair, suddenly became docile at this moment.

Under her soft caresses, the cold, sticky feeling of confinement was healed...

At this moment, Yan Yu felt that meeting Ruan Tang was the only salvation he had received in his two lifetimes, when he had been abandoned by the world!

His little girl is loving and spoiling him wholeheartedly in her own way.

She's so beautiful, she belongs to him!

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The afternoon sun grew increasingly scorching.

The entire threshing ground, along with the surrounding fields, was like a giant steamer, so stuffy that it was almost impossible to breathe.

Men, women, and children in the fields, carrying all sorts of farm tools, were diligently cutting wheat, their feet sinking deep into the mud. Sweat mixed with mud blurred their vision, but it did not stop their hands from moving.

However, the musty smell of wheat that hadn't been dried and had been fermenting in the air was getting stronger and stronger.

A pungent, sour smell filled the air, making people feel uneasy. This was fine grain! As the wheat production team with quotas for this area, Jixiang Brigade was now facing not only the problem of not being able to be rated as an advanced unit, but also the major problem of not being able to deliver its grain quota!

Captain Chen Fengshan rubbed his face hard with the back of his hand, his brows furrowed into a deep knot.

He grabbed a handful of wet wheat, brought it to his nose and smelled it; his face instantly turned ashen.

"No! We can't keep covering it up like this, or all the wheat will be ruined!"

He quickly called over the old Party Secretary Chen Zhangmin and several team leaders. The group gathered in a circle, anxiously discussing countermeasures.

"I just checked those that are hot; they're burning hot to the touch. We need to pull them all out right away!" Production team leader Chen Defu had the loudest voice, so loud it hurt people's ears.

"This is definitely beyond saving! If we keep covering it up, even the best ones will turn bad! We might as well get it out and feed it to the livestock!"

"If it's too moldy, we can't feed it to the livestock. It'll only make them sick and cause more trouble!" Old Party Secretary Chen Zhangmin took a puff of his pipe. "I think we should just use the moldy stuff as fertilizer. We should find a few careful women and have them do the hard work of picking it out."

"How about... we mix some wood ash into the wet wheat? That stuff is dry and can absorb water," suggested Li Fengshou, the team leader.

Before he could finish speaking, Chen Youtian, the third squad leader, vetoed the idea: "That won't do! If you mix it with ash, how can anyone eat the wheat? The flour you grind will all be black!"

The scene descended into chaos. The group argued back and forth, unable to convince anyone else, creating a cacophony that gave everyone a headache.

The old Party Secretary took another deep drag on his pipe, then slammed the scalding hot pipe against the sole of his shoe, as if making a final decision.

"Okay! Anyone who has a rack next to their stove, hurry up and set it up! Lay out bamboo mats and use the residual heat from cooking to slowly roast them!"

"And another thing! If any family in the village has an empty earthen kang (heated brick bed), light it up! Spread wet wheat on it and keep it warm day and night!"

Every word of this noisy discussion reached Yan Yu's ears.

With his maxed-out mental power, he could only hear the noise of the people around him; only when he was near Ruan Tang would the world become quiet.

Yan Yu didn't care whether the wheat would get moldy or not. He frowned and pushed the cart quickly toward the threshing ground.

The distorted humanity of the apocalypse had long since shattered his moral standards and sense of responsibility as a soldier in his previous life.

In his past life, he only understood one thing before he died: natural disasters and man-made calamities—respect fate! (This chapter has been read. Please click to continue reading the next chapter!)