The haystack is outside, and in fact the villagers will come to steal it, but they usually come to steal it at night. No one has come here like Qinhuai, who comes to steal it in broad daylight.

He chose a haystack and began to pull it out little by little. The haystack was piled up little by little, and there was a lot of pressure on top. It had been compacted for a long time and was not easy to pull out. However, Qin Huai was not in a hurry. Although it was very strenuous, he could still pull it out. After pulling for a while, his hands felt a little sore. He paused and couldn't help but think of himself in his previous life.

Speaking of his previous life, he didn't have a hard life. He made his fortune thanks to a stone he picked up in the mountains. There was a natural Buddha statue in the stone. As soon as this thing arrived at the antique shop, it attracted many people's attention. The final winner bid three million.

With the money he earned from the stone, he started a company. He made money in everything he did, and the company's business was booming.

Did I get things too easily in my previous life, so God, you punished me by making me suffer here?

God doesn't answer.

Qin Huai tried countless ways to go back, but he had no idea. It was a cold and famine year now. There was a difference of nearly fifty years between his world and here. It was impossible to go back. His current life had nothing to do with the past, and his family and friends' social circle were no longer the era he lived in.

But what can I do? In this strange place, if I don’t want to die, I can only try my best to adapt.

After a short rest he continued to work.

As he was pulling, someone coughed behind him and asked, "It's not easy to pull, is it?"

"Yes, I can't pull it." He answered and turned his head to see that it was the production team leader Qin Laoshuan, who was standing behind him with a big pipe in his mouth and looking at him coldly.

He was not flustered, but stood up and greeted, "Uncle, you are here."

"Yes, I'm here, what are you doing?"

His weathered old face was clearly filled with anger, but he tried to pretend to be calm. He probably wanted to see Qin Huai's panic when he was caught stealing.

But he was disappointed. Qin Huai actually laughed and said, "You are such a joker. Can't you see that I am pulling straw?"

"Oh, then tell me why you stole the collective's things. If you can explain yourself today, I will forgive you."

"What can I say? These wheat straws belong to the collective, and we are also members of the collective. A wall of our house has collapsed. If we don't repair it soon, the whole house will collapse one day. It doesn't matter if we are crushed to death, but if the news gets out, it will bring bad reputation to the production team. In order not to cause trouble for the production team, I decided to repair the house myself and resolutely not cause trouble for the team."

Qin Laoshuan sneered and said, "So I should thank you for coming here?"

"Thank you, no thanks. I'm a member of the production team and I don't dare to bother you with repairing my own house."

Seeing Qin Laoshuan's eyes watering, Qin Huai continued without hesitation: "By the way, uncle, we don't need much wheat straw today. When we repair the roof, I may have to borrow a car to transport it. Uncle, you came at the right time, otherwise I might have come to tell you tonight."

Qin Laoshuan looked at him with uncertain eyes, and seeing that he looked calm, he said, "Go ahead, fix the house as soon as possible."

"Thank you, sir."

Qin Laoshuan ignored him, turned around and walked away slowly. Watching his back as he walked away, he realized that someone must have complained to him, so he came to settle the score with him.

Unexpectedly, the production team leader Qin Laoshuan was somewhat humane.