The true heiress of metaphysics travels back to the 1970s and recognizes her father, a high-ranking

Lin Yuexi stood frozen in place, her fingertips gripping the bucket handle until her knuckles turned white. A surge of shame and anger rushed to her head, but she could only watch helplessly as Fu Moxuan's figure receded into the distance. Her words of rebuttal were like cotton wool stuck in her throat, unable to be uttered.

She bit her lower lip, stomped her foot hard, and slammed the bucket down on the edge of the well. Water splashed onto her trousers, but she didn't even notice.

She simply couldn't understand what was so good about Jiang Muyan that made Fu Moxuan want to protect her like this.

When he called Jiang Muyan's name just now, his tone was so natural and intimate, shedding his usual aloofness and coldness towards others, and his tenderness was impossible to hide.

At first, she thought that Jiang Muyan had used all her cunning to get close to Jiang Xiechuan and Fu Moxuan, but now it seems that's not the case at all—Fu Moxuan has clearly fallen for this woman from a small county town.

Thinking of this, Lin Yuexi felt extremely irritated. In her anger, she kicked the bucket next to her feet hard, and the force was so great that the bucket rolled directly into the well.

The crisp sound of the bucket hitting the water brought her back to her senses, and she had no choice but to frantically try to figure out how to retrieve it.

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On the other side, Fu Moxuan carried water back to the educated youth compound and went straight into the kitchen to wash the dishes. Jiang Xiechuan was also forced in by Meng Wanqiu to help him without explanation.

Jiang Muyan was tidying up the three people's water bottles, pouring in lukewarm water that Meng Wanqiu had prepared in advance. The water temperature was just right, neither too hot nor too cold.

After everything was ready, the three of them said goodbye to Jiang Mingqian and Meng Wanqiu and headed to the threshing ground.

After several busy days, the soybeans have been taken to the threshing ground for threshing, and the corn kernels have all been removed. All that's left is to dry these crops.

In the late afternoon, Jiang Muyan looked at the still scorching sun, thought for a moment, and then walked up to Captain Qiao Jinhe.

"Captain, Uncle!"

Qiao Jinhe turned around, a hint of doubt on his face: "Jiang Zhiqing, is something the matter?"

"I think it might rain tonight, so I'd like to suggest that we temporarily store these crops and pile them up in the room."

Upon hearing Jiang Muyan's words, Qiao Jinhe subconsciously looked up at the sky. The sun was high in the sky, not a cloud in sight, and the sunlight was so dazzling that it was hard to open one's eyes. Such fine weather didn't look like it was going to rain at all.

As he hesitated, a villager nearby immediately spoke up: "Jiang Zhiqing, you're wrong! With such a bright sun, how could it possibly rain at night? Harvesting so much grain will take so much effort; if it's all for nothing, won't all that work be wasted?"

The man's shouting quickly attracted everyone's attention, and the villagers and educated youth on the threshing ground gathered around.

Upon hearing the commotion, Fu Moxuan and Jiang Xiechuan quietly approached Jiang Muyan—they knew Jiang Muyan's abilities and therefore trusted her.

But the others were unaware of this. Looking at the scorching sun overhead, everyone shook their heads in disbelief, and murmurs rose and fell, all thinking that Jiang Muyan was making a mountain out of a molehill.

Standing in the crowd, Lin Yuexi watched Fu Moxuan's protective attitude towards Jiang Muyan, and her jealousy surged again. She couldn't help but speak up sarcastically:

"Jiang, you make it sound so easy. Do you think harvesting grain is child's play? Have you calculated how much manpower and resources it will take to harvest so much grain? What if it doesn't rain? Who will bear the cost of all this effort?"

Her words accurately hit the nail on the head regarding everyone's concerns, and many people nodded in agreement, their gazes towards Jiang Muyan now filled with more skepticism.

Lin Yuexi raised her chin triumphantly, looking at Jiang Muyan defiantly, waiting to see her speechless.

Despite the questioning gazes of the crowd, Jiang Muyan remained calm and showed no sign of panic.

She had seen the disaster unfold in the faces of the villagers these past few days. A heavy downpour was expected tonight, washing away most of the grain in the threshing ground.

Everyone braved the rain to rush the harvest, but still suffered significant losses.

Food is the lifeblood of people in this era. She didn't want to see everyone's hard-earned harvest go to waste, but if people insisted on not believing her, she was powerless to force them.

She looked up at the sky. Although the sun was blazing, a very faint bluish-gray halo spread across the distant horizon, a sign of water vapor condensation that was difficult for ordinary people to detect.

"Uncle Captain," she said clearly, at a comfortable pitch, just enough for everyone present to hear, "everyone thinks that if the sky is clear, it won't rain, but some rain is brewing under the scorching sun."

She pointed to the sun, which was already setting in the west, and said, "You see, although the sun is scorching today, it feels stuffy and dry, unlike usual. This is a sign that the air is saturated with moisture."

Now you can go to the well and take a look. Touch the well wall; is there a layer of fine sweat condensed on the stone? This is a sign of dampness rising from the ground and moisture surging upwards.

Next to the threshing ground was a well used for irrigation. Someone instinctively ran over to take a look and then exclaimed loudly, "There are indeed some small water droplets!"

Jiang Muyan continued, "There's also the wind. The wind that just blew carried the fishy smell of grass and trees. That's the smell of moisture from the distant clouds coming into contact with the grass and trees. Look at the western horizon, isn't there a very thin layer of gray mist? That's not cooking smoke, it's the vanguard of rain clouds. It will gather thicker and thicker in a few hours."

Following her gaze, everyone initially saw only a clear blue sky. After a moment of careful observation, they indeed spotted a hazy gray that almost blended into the sky at the horizon. Had Jiang Muyan not pointed it out, no one would have noticed this subtle sign.

Lin Yuexi, still unconvinced, raised her voice to retort, "These are just some unfounded signs. You think you can conclude it will rain tonight based on that? Jiang Muyan, don't try to fool everyone with these baseless rumors!"

Jiang Muyan ignored her pestering and turned her gaze to the bushes at the edge of the threshing ground:

"Then everyone take a look at the ants by the roadside—they are all carrying food to higher ground. Ants are a hundred times more sensitive to air temperature and humidity than we are; this is a proven sign of rain that has been passed down for thousands of years, and it can't be faked."

Seeing that Jiang Muyan was ignoring her just like Fu Moxuan, Lin Yuexi's anger flared up even more, and she raised her voice again to retort, "With so much grain in our threshing ground, it would be strange if ants didn't come and carry it away."

Geng Yuerong chimed in, "Exactly! With such a bright sun, where's the moisture in the air? Isn't this just making everyone waste their time?"

She hadn't had a chance to get close to Fu Moxuan these past few days, but instead saw Jiang Muyan spending all her time with them, which made her very unhappy.