Setting: Fictional parallel universe, please do not reference historical events!
Bai Fumei Su Qingci, who managed a farm in modern times, was sent to the 1970s as a young educated youth by Ce...
Thinking of this tragic experience, Su Qingci couldn't help but feel sorrow.
It's impossible to get her out of bed again.
When Zhou Huijuan, an older educated youth who shared a room with her, returned, she comforted her.
To make her understand that this was just an ordinary thing, they gave her all sorts of more terrifying examples.
Instead of being comforted, Su Qingci understood another meaning from Zhou Huijuan's words.
The real hard times are yet to come!
Thinking back on those three days of living hell, Su Qingci felt like she was dreaming.
Later generations have really romanticized the countryside too much.
The countryside does indeed have blue skies, white clouds, green mountains, and clear waters.
Even in the countryside in the 1970s, you could step in poop as soon as you stepped outside.
Chickens, ducks, cattle, sheep, and even pigsāall kinds of livestock, and the village full of children.
They all... will urinate and defecate anywhere.
At the entrance, by the roadside, in the ditch, in the shower room...
This is why the special profession of "fertilizer collection team" emerged during this period.
Yesterday, Su Qingci couldn't hold back any longer and followed Zhou Huijuan to the outhouse of this era.
She stood tremblingly with her legs spread apart on the two slippery, rotten, and creaking wooden planks.
The moment the excrement went down, the cold fecal water splashed onto her buttocks.
She burst into tears of terror on the spot.
Zhou Huijuan also explained enthusiastically, "Now is the planting season, which is when a lot of fertilizer is needed. The outhouses in the village have all been emptied out, and the bottoms are basically filled with water."
"So you must immediately lift your buttocks high the moment you release."
Then I picked a few leaves of unknown origin for her.
She cried even louder while holding the leaf, and Zhou Huijuan probably couldn't bear it any longer.
He rolled his eyes and scolded her for being spoiled.
Then, impatiently, he ran to the educated youth settlement and tore a piece of yellow cardboard off the window for her.
When Su Qing porcelain arrived in the 1970s, it was delivered in the form of hard, yellow paper, the kind used to wrap cement.
Zhou Huijuan was so worried about it, saying that the window was going to let in a draft.
Not to mention the food; she choked on the cornbread until her eyes rolled back and her cheeks ached from chewing.
Water had to be carried, firewood had to be gathered, and there was no washing machine or water heater.
Any one of these things could break her.
She used to be obsessed with time-travel novels for a while, but now that it's actually happening to her, she's really into it.
She, a pampered young lady from a later era, really couldn't stand it.
Su Qingci wiped away her tears. "No, I can't just sit here and wait to die."
"Even if you want to cry, you can't lean against this yellow and gray wall."
"I want to go back, put on a face mask, and lie on a beach in the Maldives and cry."
"I want to drink the most expensive Lafite and find the most handsome male escort in a nightclub to cry with me."
Su Qingci jumped up, found her bag, took out a scarf, moved a stool over, and tied it to the door frame.
With gritted teeth and a determined heart, he stuck his head inside.
With a kick of his calf, the stool tipped over.
Su Qingci closed her eyes, her heart screaming, "Go back, I want to go back."
But she couldn't take it for more than a few seconds, and her body began to fall.
The rope, due to gravity, pressed against the neck, pushed against the throat and pharynx, and the root of the tongue blocked the entire trachea.
It blocked breathing and blocked blood flow.
Su Qingci's face turned completely red, and her eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
She gripped the scarf tightly around her neck, trying to pull her head out of it.
His legs were kicking wildly in the air, desperately trying to find a foothold.
"Oh my god!"
"Oh my god, Little Su, what's wrong with you? What's wrong with you? Good heavens!"
The visitor was Captain Liu Dazhu.
Seeing that Su Qingci hadn't started work again, he prepared to come over and give this new, unhelpful person a talking-to.
As soon as he arrived at the educated youth settlement, he saw Su Qingci swinging on the door frame, which almost scared him to death.
He threw that precious pipe on the ground.
He darted forward, grabbed Su Qingci's legs, and lifted her up.
This is really bad. I originally thought he was just a lazy educated youth with some ulterior motives.
Unexpectedly, this one mistake led to his hanging.
This place isn't here to support rural development; it's like they've invited a Bodhisattva.
If he really dies, then his position as captain is finished.
Su Qingci was put down by Liu Dazhu, and she collapsed on the ground, breathing in the fresh air.
She didn't know if she could go back.
But she really almost died just now.
At that moment, the breath dissipated, and she was so shocked and frightened that she burst into tears.
Liu Dazhu was almost in tears.
He knew that this educated youth from out of town was cunning, difficult to manage, and prone to causing trouble.
Over the years, quite a few educated youth have come, but none of them have ever tried to commit suicide after only two days.
Looking at the little girl, who was about the same age as his granddaughter, crying her eyes out.
Liu Dazhu simply couldn't bring himself to say the words of reproach.
I can only comfort myself in my heart.
Judging from Su Qingci's delicate skin, she was probably raised in the city with a pampered upbringing.
It's understandable that he might have some misconceptions after leaving his parents and coming to this rural area.
"Su, what are you doing?"
"How heartbroken would your parents be if they found out? What could be bothering you that you'd try to kill yourself?"
"As the saying goes, it's better to live a miserable life than to die a good death. If you have any problems, just tell your uncle!"
Liu Dazhu tried his best to use a gentle tone and carefully persuaded her.
Su Qingci's face was covered in tears and snot, and she was sobbing, looking incredibly pitiful.
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