Upon seeing Zhang Qingqing enter, he immediately stood up to greet her, holding the remaining half-can of malted milk powder in his hand, which he presented as if it were a treasure. However, before he could speak, shouts came from outside.

"Who dried the rice? Who!"

Wei Xiangyang turned his head in confusion and saw a villager standing at the door with a frown.

"I put it in the sun, how come...?"

"What do you mean, 'what'? What kind of work have you done? Don't you know you have to take things down after drying them? You just piled them up there? Can't you even do this simple task? What if it rains?"

A barrage of questions left Wei Xiangyang embarrassed. He glanced at Zhang Qingqing, then lowered his head and walked out.

Some people in the educated youth settlement were chuckling, while others said, "See? Lazy people are lazy no matter where they are. It's a pity that someone put in such good intentions."

Zhang Qingqing's face flushed red and then turned pale. She hadn't expected that Wei Xiangyang would tarnish her reputation on the very first day.

Listening to the others' discussions, Zhang Qingqing, who felt isolated, felt restless, her mind racing.

She quickly came up with a new idea: why not take this opportunity to go find Fang Zhiyi again and push Feng Jingya forward to salvage her image? Having made up her mind, she was about to leave when she bumped into Fang Zhiyi coming in.

Fang Zhiyi looked at her first: "He said he would help you, but it seems that's not going to work. He didn't even go to haul the manure cart today."

Zhang Qingqing looked completely bewildered.

Then Fang Zhiyi looked at the other educated youth: "Given Wei Xiangyang's carelessness in his work, I don't think he's suitable for drying rice! Let's choose someone else! I think... what do you all say?"

The educated youth looked at each other, and finally their eyes all fell on Feng Jingya.

A female educated youth stepped forward: "Captain, I think Feng Jingya is more suitable to go. She is also more meticulous."

"Exactly, much better than that lazybones."

"Jingya is not in good health, so it's right for her to relax a bit."

Fang Zhiyi smiled at them, then pressed her hands down until everyone quieted down: "Okay, then Feng Jingya can go. You have a group of good comrades, hahaha."

Everyone laughed, creating a joyful and harmonious scene.

Zhang Qingqing was completely stunned. This shouldn't be happening! Fang Zhiyi took the initiative to bring it up in front of everyone, so what did that make her? They would only remember Fang Zhiyi's good points and praise him for being fair, while the injustice she had suffered before would be confirmed!

“Yes, I also think Feng Jingya is the most suitable candidate. Wei Xiangyang, a grown man, is better off working in the fields,” Zhang Qingqing said, forcing herself to speak. Her words drew some snickers.

Fang Zhiyi smiled at her: "Oh right, remember to have Wei Xiangyang go and haul the manure cart later. I'll leave the notification to you." He turned his head and saw Wei Xiangyang standing there dumbfounded at the door. Fang Zhiyi looked at Wei Xiangyang, said nothing, patted him on the shoulder, and left.

“Xiangyang…” Zhang Qingqing was stunned.

"You..." Wei Xiangyang didn't hear what was said before, but he heard Zhang Qingqing's words clearly.

"Oh, the young couple is about to quarrel," Zhou Qiaoyun teased. Right now, she had absolutely no feelings for Wei Xiangyang. She found both of them quite annoying—one was hypocritical, and the other was lazy by nature.

The other educated youth joined in the commotion, and Wei Xiangyang's ears turned increasingly red before he turned and ran away.

Zhang Qingqing stomped her foot. What kind of situation is this?! How did she become the object of everyone's hatred?