Thanks to Zhao Lanxiang's foresight, she didn't cut her hands by corn leaves when she was pulling weeds with gloves, but she did the work slowly. Zhao Lanxiang had never done any heavy work in her life, and when the scorching sun was in the sky at noon, she didn't finish the fifth of her work, and her waist was so tired that she was about to break.
The others scattered in twos and threes, and Zhao Lanxiang was still squatting in the cornfield pulling weeds.
She took off her mask and rolled up her long sleeves, revealing a section of Bai Yingying's arms. Her sweat was dripping down, and her clothes were soaking wet.
At this moment, there was a slight sound of footsteps by the cornfield. A man was carrying a pole and a bucket of water at the head and tail. Shen Shen bent the pole, but he walked steadily through the large cornfield carrying the water without spilling a drop of water.
Zhao Lanxiang's movement of holding the mask and fanning stopped for a while. It was the old man He Songbai!
She quickly got out of the green cornfield, smiled and shouted at He Songbai: "Comrade, wait a minute, I'm in trouble, can you help me?"
The voice was crisp and sweet, like a lark in the mountains.
It's a pity that the man seemed to turn a deaf ear, and even quickened his pace and walked past her with water, until the shadow gradually shrank and disappeared. Zhao Lanxiang looked at the man's dripping water, her apricot eyes darkened. As for... walking faster than running.
But she was not depressed, put on the gloves again and squatted on the ground and started to pull the grass a little bit.
After about ten minutes, there was a rustling sound in the cornfield. Zhao Lanxiang hooked her lips, maintaining her squatting posture on the ground, and quietly caught a glimpse of the figure behind her out of the corner of her eye.
In the green eyes, the black figure was tall and thin, as thin as a bamboo pole.
The man went down to the cornfield without saying a word, and silently bent down and pulled the weeds with his bare hands. Even the stubborn grass with thorns is cleared up with three or five shovels.
After clearing two points of land, he took a breath and asked in a rough voice, "Which piece of land is yours?"
Zhao Lanxiang covered the scorching sun with corn leaves and rested for a while. She pointed to the piece of land with her finger and drew a circle, "Here and there, these two pieces of land are owned by me."
The woman's delicate and fair skin was hidden on the green corn stalks and leaves, and the scorching sun shone dazzlingly in her eyes. warmth.
He Songbai turned his back in silence, smothered his head and swung his hoe for another half an hour, finishing all the rest of Zhao Lanxiang's work.
He Songbai didn't dare to set his eyes on Zhao Lanxiang, but Zhao Lanxiang looked at him carefully, looking over and over. Today, he was wearing a not-so-ragged plain cloth, and the short and narrow trousers finally covered his calf, and the two slender thighs were shapely and strong. The work was so hot that he wanted to go shirtless, but in the end he thought about the presence of a woman, so he only rolled his sleeves to the highest level, revealing his wheatish muscles. A thin layer but strong.
Thin is a little thinner, but the strength is not small at all. Eat more nourishment, and your muscles will come back.
Zhao Lanxiang took out a white-faced bun from the cloth bag, thoughtfully.
"My biggest wish is to eat a white-faced bun." The old man hugged her in the middle of the night and sighed with infinite emotion.
When the educated youth of the second team went to the county to buy farm implements, she dragged them along with a bag of Fuqiang powder. She exchanged the eight catties of Fuqiang powder with the cook in the cafeteria for her request to eat white noodle buns every day this month.
One catty of white noodles can make 10 big buns, and eight catties can make 80. She eats two a day. The remaining two kilograms of Fuqiang powder are used as the labor fee for the cook.
Zhao Lanxiang handed over a cold white-faced bun and held it to He Songbai's chin.
He Songbai's attention fell on the white and tender steamed bun that she handed over.
The snow-white skin was smooth and soft, and the body was round and lovely. The steamed buns made of this kind of high-quality white noodles are not stained with a variegated color, and are as white as the snow that falls in winter. It is said that it is soft and sweet, and it can evoke the most real hunger buried deep in the heart. It is a taste that He Songbo has never tasted.
However, her white and tender palm is softer than this bun, and her shiny thumb just took off the glove and was covered in white, only the fingertips showed a touch of cherry powder, and there was a kind of saying no when she held the snow-white bun. out tempting.
He Songbai took his dark eyes away from the woman and landed in the dark mud.
"No." His face was full of indifference, and there was murder in his eyebrows.
He asked, "How much is your candy?"
Zhao Lanxiang: "What?"
The man was even more impatient and said, "Sanya took your candy, and the money is exchanged for your candy, take it."
He shook out fifty cents from his pocket, and stuffed the crumpled bill into Zhao Lanxiang's hand.
Zhao Lanxiang was made to take a few steps backwards by his rude actions.
Zhao Lanxiang said softly, "It's just a few candies, what kind of money do you need? I haven't had time to thank you for helping me, so just sit down and have a bite to eat."
The man saw the woman in front of him silently blocking the road, and saw her smiling again. He raised his eyebrows and pushed the person to the side impatiently, picked up the shovel, turned around and left.
He Songbai's unfamiliar eyes were wild and cold, like thorns.
Zhao Lanxiang has grown so big, and has never met a more indifferent gaze than this.
Unexpectedly, the old man was still indifferent and cruel when he was young, it is really unbelievable. When I was old, I pretended to be a gentleman and a gentleman. Now, when I was young, this 1.0 version was so prickly. Zhao Lanxiang ate a few mouthfuls of white-faced buns, chewing them hard, staring thoughtfully at the gradually smaller black spot in front of her.
Make you look good one day!
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In the afternoon, Zhao Lanxiang returned to the collective dormitory of the educated youth and was disgusted with Jiang Li. She babbled to fetch water for herself, take a bath, eat and apply medicine.
Zhao Lanxiang didn't have any private time to find He Songbai for a week. Not because of the first contact with the old men was hit, but too much labor assigned to them.
Heavy farming occupied her energy. She was so tired that she fell into bed and fell asleep after finishing her work. She had no strength to hook up with old men. to console.
The food for the educated youth is very poor. There is no oil or water in the food, and there is no minced meat. The three meals of rough grain buns are eaten with sweet potatoes and greens. Occasionally, the rough grain buns are replaced with sweet potato porridge. Zhao Lanxiang and another old educated youth in the dormitory. Just kidding, where is rice mixed with sweet potatoes, it is clearly sweet potatoes mixed with sweet potatoes, and the rice grains in the yellow sweet potato chips can be counted.
Fortunately, Zhao Lanxiang does not rely on collective meals to eat, and she still has the living expenses given by her parents in her hands.
After eating rice and sweet potatoes in the cafeteria for a week, Zhao Lanxiang planned to buy some meat and flour on the weekend to improve the meal.
Zhao Lan fragrantly finished the sweet potato porridge, but there was no oil flower for a week, and she was so greedy for meat.
The eldest sister Zhou Jiazhen glanced at Zhao Lanxiang, "I think your family's conditions are quite good, why didn't you stay in the city to work, and went to this country?"
"I think that building a new rural world can realize the ideal of life, and it is very interesting to struggle every day, so I am here."
Zhou Jiazhen smiled helplessly when she heard the words, this person is different from other people. If she had Zhao Lanxiang's conditions, she would not want to go to the countryside if she was killed.
In her situation, after finishing primary school, she stayed in the city and could not find a job. The whole family was supported by a working brother. In order not to increase the burden on her brother that year, she did not hesitate to go to the countryside to eat.
Zhou Jiazhen said: "You are not strong enough to do hard work. If you have time tomorrow, you can go to the captain's house with a pound of pork and let him send you a light job."
After listening to Zhou Jiazhen's words, Zhao Lanxiang raised her head to look at her.
"Okay, thanks for your suggestion."
The corners of Zhao Lanxiang's mouth curved slightly, and a hint of slyness flashed in his eyes.
Her Qiushui eyes were smeared with a layer of oil, her skin was delicate and tender, her jet-black hair was as smooth as satin, and she was particularly well nourished.
When not working, Zhao Lanxiang wears a simple white shirt with a black skirt over her lower body, and her soft and shiny hair falls down naturally. The appearance is very beautiful and plain, and the dress is not very outstanding, but it is suitable for any look, and there is an indescribable beauty.
The male educated youth looked at Zhao Lanxiang, and the pain and tiredness of working seemed to dissipate. She is like a beautiful landscape, attracting attention.
Zhao Lanxiang is not as keen on socializing as other female educated youth, and the communication with the male educated youth is even more pitiful, so that the male educated youth has no chance to contact Zhao Lanxiang. After all, in this age, the relationship between men and women is more particular, and Zhao Lanxiang still behaves so indifferently, that the gay men rashly go up to talk with them and are suspected of having bad intentions.
After a series of Saturdays, the team leader finally let go of the new educated youth in the countryside. Jiang Li went to the county restaurant with a group of educated youth early in the morning.
Zhao Lanxiang didn't go to join in the fun, but went to buy five catties of white noodles, a piece of pork, and three taels of oil.
She was dumbfounded when she brought these things back to the collective dormitory, and the dormitory they were staying in collapsed overnight. Zhou Jiazhen hurriedly ran out of the dormitory with her hoe, and said with lingering fears, "It's okay, there aren't many people inside, and no one was killed."
Zhao Lanxiang asked Zhou Jiazhen dumbfounded: "What's wrong?"
Zhou Jiazhen said: "It seems that Zhao Si ran into the wall when he was chasing the pigs, and the dormitory collapsed. Originally, our educated youth dormitory was renovated from an old house. It's really amazing... I suddenly collapsed when I was cooking, alas - I wasted a piece of my good meat."
"I have to scold Zhao Si to death." Zhou Jiazhen said angrily.
Originally, the villagers were slightly repulsive of the educated youth from these cities. They ate food for nothing if they did not do heavy work. They did not contribute at all to the food quota of the brigade every year, but they were still a good material to hold back. When the first batch of educated youth came down, the village was poor and could not raise enough money to build a new house for them. The old captain repainted the old house and let these educated youth live there. Later, the villagers gradually got to know the nature of these educated youths, and they were no longer willing to pay to build houses for these people.
What can I do, there is no place to stay tonight, Zhou Jiazhen and Zhao Lanxiang looked at each other.
The author has something to say: I took a look today and there is still Xiao Kuoai irrigating me, thank you, thank you~
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