Jiang Xingye glanced at Hu Hai, but said nothing.
He wanted to say, you're an idiot too.
What does other teams' harvest or lack thereof have to do with him?
Does he need to be happy or unhappy about it?
As for whether the threshing machine would sell, of course it would sell well, he wasn't worried at all.
"You few, move some ladders and go check the south side, the wind's strong, press the grass tightly; you guys, go check by the corn stacks, on the windy side, cover the corn, so the rainwater doesn't seep in."
Jiang Xingye arranged everyone properly, and then he went up to the roof himself to recheck a few places that might leak.
In less than half an hour, the rain was pouring down in large drops.
A few people stayed by the corn stacks, while on this side, Jiang Xingye led some people to patrol around the warehouse. It wasn't time to hand in the grain yet, so the rice and wheat piles were full to the brim.
