"Of course, you can also ask our children to tell you about the mountains in Southwest China, with their strangely shaped rocks that are quite beautiful!"

"Okay, okay." Yang Ying covered her mouth and laughed. "But the mountains here are indeed quite high. When I came by train, back in what should have been Guangxi, they were just small hills. They're much bigger here. But they look beautiful over there too."

“Each has its own unique features,” Chen Yifei said with a smile. “The karst landforms over there are also beautiful.”

"Comrade Chen Yifei, how do you know so many places?"

Yang Ying couldn't help but admire him, feeling as if he had been to many, many places.

"Is it a lot? I think it's alright. I'll take my wife there later. My wife is from Shanghai. We'll go to Shanghai during the Spring Festival. It's a nice place there too."

"When Teacher Yang Ying has some free time, she can also go around and wander around."

Yang Ying was somewhat surprised: "You're so young, and you're already married?"

"Yes, I'll accept the offer if I find a suitable one. Ms. Yang Ying arrived late, otherwise she could have joined my wife and me for our wedding banquet."

"But it's not too late now. When my wife gets pregnant and gives birth, you can come to the baby's one-month celebration and such."

"Okay, okay." Yang Ying nodded.

She didn't know why, but she felt a little regretful, a little disappointed, and mostly curious.

Who exactly is it that could bring such a talkative, handsome, and knowledgeable man into a marriage?

Yang Ying had met quite a few men in the city.

There are all kinds of types, but I've never seen one like Chen Yifei.

After getting off the bicycle, Chen Yifei took her to the village secretary's house: "If you need anything, go to the village secretary, or my dad, who is also the brigade leader, Chen Jianguo."

"Oh! You're Chen Jianguo's son!" Yang Ying's eyes lit up. "No wonder when I was in the county town, people told me that the brigade leader's son was handsome and very capable."

"No, no. I'll be going now to help everyone harvest the wheat."

"My wife is there too, I'll go pick her up."

"……good."

Yang Ying felt it wasn't good for her to just sit around here doing nothing.

"Then, shall I go with you to harvest wheat? I can't just sit around doing nothing. It'll be good to have another person help me. Besides, I've never experienced what it's like to be busy with farming."

Is it as described in the Chinese textbook?

She still seems to be full of curiosity about the world and has an artistic flair.

Chen Yifei originally thought that the other party had just arrived and must be working hard.

But looking at how naive she is, compared to the kind of romance described in textbooks?

That would be a huge mistake.

Okay, if you want to experience it, then experience it. He felt it was better for this person to be more realistic.

The first step from romance to reality is doing farm work.

Chen Yifei used to be a petty hoodlum, and his laziness stemmed from the fact that farm work was too hard.

"Alright then, since you've asked, I'll take you there."

He went home, grabbed a light-colored, thick pink sweater, held it close to his chest to keep it warm, tucked it inside his coat, and headed to the fields.

Because I was worried about my wife, I forgot to pick up Teacher Yang Ying.

Yang Ying ran alongside him for a while and shouted at him before he realized what was happening.

I'm sorry for the apology.

Yang Ying was soaked through.

She thought the clean clothes Chen Yifei brought were for her to change into.

Just as she was about to reach out to take it, Chen Yifei pulled out some dry clothes and draped them over his arm: "I'm leaving, Teacher Yang Ying. You can help out in this area. Look, the village secretary is coming to see you."

Goodbye! I hope you teach the village children well.

After saying that, Chen Yifei ran towards the field where his wife was.

Whenever he arrives at a place with He Runqing, his eyes seem to be equipped with radar, and he can find where she is at a glance.

He Runqing hadn't been paying attention at first, but Wang Mei pulled her along: "Qingqing, look, why is your man driving a woman here?"

He Runqing smiled and said, "It's the village teacher, it should be Teacher Yang Ying, who teaches the children."

"The village party secretary asked Chen Yifei for help, and he reported it to me!"

Wang Mei pinched her chin: "That woman was dressed well and looked pretty. They say men fall in love with every woman they see, so you'd better keep a close eye on your man."

“I told you before you got married that Chen Yifei is very popular right now.”

Wang Mei was about to say something earnest, but He Runqing pinched her mouth with his hand and said, "Don't worry, I know how Chen Yifei feels about me."

"I trust him, I trust him no matter what."

"Well, I don't know if you're being silly or if it's because of love," Wang Mei sighed.

However, I also feel that there aren't many good men like Chen Yifei anymore.

Sure enough, Chen Yi rushed over. His raincoat was the same style and color as He Runqing's.

They hadn't seen each other for half a day, and now they were hugging and clinging to each other.

"young married woman."

He Runqing wiped the water from his forehead: "You've worked so hard! My dear husband."

It's so cloying, but so sweet.

Chen Yifei couldn't help but smile: "I'll help. I'll bring my wife home later."

"Your clothes are completely soaked."

In the short time it took to hug, Chen Yifei unconsciously reached out and touched all sorts of places that he shouldn't have touched, in a place that only the two of them could see.

They claimed it was just to check if the clothes were wet.

He Runqing's ears turned red, and she quickly took a step back: "It's none of your business."

"I went home and got you a sweater. You'll feel better if you change into it later, otherwise it'll be all damp and dripping wet."

He carried his young wife to the back of the jujube tree and fussed over her, doing it with practiced ease.

He's gone from being awkward at undressing and dressing his wife to being quite adept at it now.

Never mind, they're all experienced drivers.

After finishing, he pulled his wife downstairs and helped Chen Jianguo haul truckloads of wheat back home.

Chen Jianguo sighed, "All of this wheat is unusable."

“Taking it back is the same, but it’s more heartbreaking to see it rot in the ground.”

"Yifei, all your efforts this year have been in vain."

Chen Jianguo has always been a reserved person, but when it comes to people making money, he goes crazy.

"It's okay, Dad, there's a solution."

"How can there be a solution? If we can't pay the grain tax, so be it. As the brigade leader, I will take full responsibility."

"But this is all my hard work! After a year of busy work, it's all for nothing, and I even have to pay a fine. Who wouldn't feel bad?"

"..."

By now, everything was almost finished. Chen Jianguo was too exhausted to continue, so he sat down on the ground, not caring whether the rain would wash him away.

Chen Yifei sat next to him.

"Dad, I've thought of a good idea."

“You say wheat is everyone’s biggest worry, but selling wheat isn’t the only way to make money. If this wheat is left out for too long, it will sprout. It’s better to make use of it.”