Although Zhao Xue kept smiling, she was about to collapse inside. This Wang Wenwen looked easy to talk to, but in fact, she was stubborn.

"Xiaoxue, we have to go back."

Zhao Xue couldn't follow them to Zhao's house, so she had to leave.

Wang Wenwen was very curious, "Jiaojiao, are you and Zhao Xue really good friends?" Why did she feel that they were not? On the contrary, Zhao Xue talked to her and found topics to chat with her, but rarely whispered to Jiaojiao intimately.

“It was before, but not now.”

Wang Wenwen did not ask any further questions about this matter.

Wang Wenwen settled down at the Zhao family's house and lived a simple farm life, feeding chickens, cooking, reading and sleeping with Zhao Jiaojiao.

But she knew that she couldn't stay at the Zhao family forever, so after about ten days, she asked to go back to town.

"Jiaojiao, I'll be back tomorrow."

Zhao Jiaojiao also knew that Wang Wenwen had been living at home for quite some time.

"I send you."

Wang Wenwen shook her head. "I'll just ride my bike back. Your village isn't far from town."

It takes nearly two hours to walk, isn’t it far?

Zhao Jiaojiao felt a little uncomfortable with Wang Wenwen's departure, but the busy farming season was about to begin in the village.

Because it's time to pull peanuts.

It's already the end of July.

"Mom and Dad, the farming season is busy, so I have to go to work too."

Go to work?

"How is your health?" Accountant Zhao was still worried about his daughter's health. Even though she had been resting at home for some time, he still remembered the scene when she fainted from heatstroke.

The family also needs her to work in the fields to earn work points.

"I can do it."

Zhao Jiaojiao thought of another question, "Dad, our village grows a lot of peanuts, so why doesn't our brigade have an oil press? Peanuts can be used to make oil, corn can be used to make oil, and rapeseed can be used to make oil."

Oil mill?

"There is no oil press in our village, but there is one in the village next door."

Zhao Jiaojiao has long wanted to be oil-free. Every time she cooks, she only uses a bean-sized amount, or even less.

"Why don't we build an oil mill? Our land is quite fertile, and the yield of our crops is quite high."

Accountant Zhao sighed, "Originally, our village also had a quota, but in the end we lost to the neighboring village. They have tractors, but they only had the money to buy them because of the oil mill."

The village cadres all hope to have surplus grain every year so that more money can be distributed to the members, but the population is large and the land is relatively small.

"Their village has an oil press, so why can't we have one? I don't remember the town stopping the village from setting up a collective factory, right?"

"This is not something you, a little kid, should consider." Wang Meili knew one of the reasons and interrupted.

Zhao Jiaojiao looked at her father, then at her mother, and did not continue the topic.

"Dad, we can actually raise ducks in our village."

If the village runs a small factory to increase the village's income, the town officials should support it.

"Jiaojiao, you are still too young and haven't considered everything."

Zhao Jiaojiao glanced at his father and said, "Just pretend I didn't mention it. I just thought that our village has the conditions to improve our lives."

Well, she is not a cadre, so she doesn't need to worry about these things. Also, some cadres in the village are old and have lost their enthusiasm and drive to move forward. They want to take a steady and solid approach.

"You're right to be thinking about the team, but people's opinions are scary. They'll think you're naive and overthinking things."

"Dad, I'd better go to work. I'm going to pick peanuts."