Eating Melons and Watching the Show in a Chronicles Novel

As a member of the working class, Lin Jingyu, a cargo registrar at a port, transmigrated to the early 1970s during her lunch break.

She unexpectedly discovered that she had entered a chronicl...

Chapter 16 Getting to Work!

After handing over and registering the grass for the cattle, they prepared to go home.

"Sister Yujing, have you finished tilling your private plot of land?"

Liu Xiuying followed her, saying, "It's still early, I'll go help you till the soil."

"About one and a half acres of land were not tilled."

Lin Jingyu glanced at the sky; it was around 10 a.m. "Don't you need to go back and do housework?"

"Nothing much today."

Liu Xiuying explained, "I can make lunch when I get back."

"Okay."

Lin Jingyu didn't refuse her kindness, "If you help me till the land, I'll treat you to dinner."

Liu Xiuying shook her head, "No need, Sister Jingyu. You always give me so many delicious things, it's only right that I help you with some chores."

"A few snacks, what's the big deal?"

Lin Jingyu chuckled and said, "If you like to eat it, I have some more. You can pack some more to take back later."

"Okay, I won't be polite then."

Girls of all eras are lovers of snacks.

Compared to the temptation of a meal, snacks were clearly more appealing to Liu Xiuying.

"Xiuying, how old are you today?"

Lin Jingyu glanced at her and said, "We look about the same age."

"Fifteen years old."

Liu Xiuying smiled and said, "Speaking of which, we're the same age. Sister Jingyu, what month were you born?"

"He should be older than you."

Lin Jingyu smiled and said, "I was born on the eighteenth day of the first lunar month."

"As expected, you are the older sister."

Liu Xiuying smiled broadly, "I was born on August 19th, and you were born more than half a year earlier than me, Sister Jingyu."

"So I'm still your Jingyu sister."

"Haha, yes, you are my sister Jingyu."

The two chatted and laughed as they walked toward the educated youth compound.

In the other direction.

Zhao Qiaoyan, carrying farmyard manure, stared intently at the two familiar figures.

Thinking about the work I was assigned, which was bitter, tiring, dirty, and smelly.

She was filled with rage, and the expression on her face became increasingly ferocious and terrifying, as if she wanted to devour them.