Jiang Xingye cast a glance at Hu Hai but said nothing. He wanted to say, "You're a complete idiot, too." What business was it of his whether other brigades had a harvest or not? Was he supposed to be happy or upset about it? As for whether the threshing machines would sell, they would undoubtedly be popular; he wasn't worried about that at all.
"You lot, grab some ladders and check the south side. The wind is strong—make sure the hay is weighted down properly. And you lot, head over to the corn storage cribs. Check the side the wind is hitting and cover the corn so the rain doesn't blow in."
Jiang Xingye efficiently assigned tasks to everyone, then climbed up onto the roof himself to re-inspect several spots prone to leaking. Less than half an hour later, bean-sized raindrops began to hammer down.
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