When the villagers heard this, they were all anxious.

"The rice and wheat haven't been pulped yet. If they were harvested early, wouldn't they all be flat?"

"The weather has been so nice recently, and there aren't even a single dark cloud. How could it be possible for hail to fall? Isn't it because the half-immortal got it wrong?"

"Yes, if we cut the crops and there is no hail, won't we suffer heavy losses?"

The crowd was noisy, and Li Zheng struck the gong again before everyone became quiet.

"As for this matter, Banxian and I discussed it for a long time before we decided to bite the bullet and tell everyone. After all, it hasn't happened yet, and no one can say for sure. But since Banxian has seen the vision, we won't tell you.

Everyone is not kind. As for whether to cut the crops or not, everyone can decide for themselves!"

Now the villagers had no idea.

Wu Banxian has traveled far and wide over the years, and he has some skills.

If someone's cow loses his chicken and runs away, he can always point out the general direction based on his predictions. The reason why Li Zheng dares to beat the gong based on his words is because he always dreamed about his dead mother and him in the past two years.

Crying that the house was leaking, Wu Banxian talked to his mother after paying homage to the spirit, and told him that there was a hole in her grave. Li Zheng ran to the tomb and took a look. It was not a depression, and the rainwater had gathered in it. No wonder my mother was uneasy.

In short, the word "Banxian" is not for nothing.

Now the half-immortal has said that there will be hail in two days. Whether you believe it or not is a question.

Someone asked, "Li Zheng, is your rice harvested?"

Li Zheng thought about it carefully and said, "To be on the safe side, I am going to cut half and leave half. If there is no hail, the remaining half will be more frugal and can last until the beginning of next spring. If the hail does fall, the remaining half will be cut."

We can make food rations to last for a while, and we'll figure out a way later, so a living person won't die of urination."

This suggestion was very pertinent, and many people nodded in agreement.

"How about we learn to be upright and cut off half and keep the other half?"

"It can only be this way."

Li Zheng was also a resolute man. Even though his mother-in-law did not agree, he took his two sons to the fields to harvest that afternoon.

Seeing that he was taking the lead, several households also started cutting in fear.

But most villagers still wait and see with a sense of luck.

After all, the autumn weather is crisp and the weather is so nice. It’s hard to believe that hail is going to fall!

The Qin family did not have the time to go to the fields to pull out weeds that afternoon and held a meeting at home.

Qin Daping's brows furrowed into pickle pimples, "Should our family do it or not?"

Wang Fengying was the first to disagree, "I think it's Wu Banxian who is making alarmist remarks. Anyway, his family has no land. He can destroy our entire year's harvest with just a few words!"

Qin Daping became more and more hesitant, "Mother, what do you think?"

Mrs. Qin couldn't make up her mind, "This matter is too disturbing, and I don't know what to do. Why don't you wait for me to sleep and see if your damn dad can help me with my dream tonight?"

Qin family:......

"Ahu, what do you think?" Qin Daping looked at his son again.

Qin Hu pushed Liu Meiyu and said, "Say."

How could Liu Meiyu dare to speak, "I, I don't know either."

Zhao Jin'er and Qin Zhenzhu were sitting in the corner, and no one asked them.

Seeing that he could delay no longer, Zhao Jin'er summoned up the courage and was about to speak when a thin figure walked in slowly.

Old Mrs. Qin exclaimed, "Axiu, why did you get out of bed? What if the wind blows? Go back quickly!"

Zhao Jin'er guessed that he was about to come out to talk about the harvest, so he quickly helped him up.

Qin Muxiu looked around his family and said, "Dad, we have harvested all the rice and wheat, as well as all the cabbage, pumpkins, and winter melons in the vegetable field, no matter how big or small."

His tone was very light, but with an undeniable firmness.

All the Qin family members were shocked.

Wang Fengying was the first to jump up and said, "Crazy! Li Zheng is crazy, Lao Wu is crazy, let's go crazy too? If there is no hail or not enough food, it's just a trivial matter. If word spreads, we believe in the words of a magician, and all the people in the place will be destroyed."

If the crops are ruined, wouldn’t it make people laugh out loud?”

Qin Muxiu pursed his lips slightly and looked serious, adding a bit of magnanimity and handsomeness to his young face.

Zhao Jin'er felt more and more that Qin Muxiu's appearance was really not similar to that of Qin Daping and his son. She only wondered if the same was true for her father-in-law who died young before she had ever met him.

"Wu Banxian is not talking nonsense. I have also looked at the stars from the window in the past few days. The sky is indeed going to change."

Wang Fengying looked disdainful, "Do you still understand the celestial phenomena?"

Qin Muxiu said patiently, "I have read a few books about astrology and climate, and I know a little bit about it."

Qin Daping believed in Qin Muxiu's knowledge. According to his third brother's will, his nephew studied with his master for several years since he was a child. Later, he stopped studying because he was too weak.

He was admitted to Tongsheng before he stopped school. If his illness hadn't delayed him, he would have been a scholar by now.

"Axiu means, is Wu Banxian's prediction accurate?"

Qin Muxiu nodded solemnly, "We not only have to harvest crops, but we also have to cover the roof with thatch, otherwise the hail will break through the roof."

Qin Daping's brows furrowed deeper.

He silently smoked a whole bag of dry cigarettes and then made a final decision.

"Cut!"
Chapter completed!