There's a reason why Song Zene is so free.
Previously, Shihe Brigade calculated work points based on the number of people. For example, an adult male would receive 10 work points a day, an adult female would receive 8 work points, and a minor would receive 6 work points.
However, everyone works at different speeds. Since everyone gets the same work points, many fast workers deliberately slack off. If you don't work, I won't work either. Who will do the work in the fields?
To improve this situation, the team leader changed the way work points were calculated, assigning work points based on tasks, such as a certain number of points per acre. The more work you did, the more you earned, and the less work you did, the less you earned.
Song Ze doesn't lack money; he can work more when he wants and slack off when he doesn't.
Seeing Song Ze's stubborn look, Xia Qingqing knew that he wouldn't listen even if she refused again: "Whatever, I hope you're mentally prepared."
Before Song Ze could even be happy that he could stay, he discovered that they were there to help Xia Qingqing shovel pig manure.
Xia Heping handed a pig manure shovel to Song Ze: "Little Song, let's hurry up and finish the work, I still have to go back to the fields later."
Song Ze, his face stiff, mumbled, "I know, Uncle Xia."
Xia Qingqing stood aside, secretly laughing. Serves him right now; he wouldn't leave even after being advised to.
So sometimes, people should listen to advice.
Song Ze noticed that Xia Qingqing was looking at him. Not wanting her to look down on him, he cleared his nose, straightened his chest, and entered the pigsty.
To be honest, this was the first time he had been so close to a pig. Fortunately, Xia Heping had already driven the pig away, so Song Ze only needed to shovel it.
When he took the first scoop, Song Ze almost fainted from the smell.
He held his breath tightly, only taking a deep breath when he absolutely couldn't hold it any longer.
At this moment, Song Ze not only did not regret it, but even secretly rejoiced that he and Xia Heping had helped with the work. Otherwise, he really couldn't imagine what it would be like for Xia Qingqing, this delicate woman, to shovel pig manure.
Because the two of them worked together, they finished shoveling the pig manure in the pigsty in no time.
Xia Heping was in a hurry to get to work in the fields, so he said goodbye to his daughter and left, giving Song Ze an encouraging look before he left.
Look at this young man, isn't he? He's an educated youth from the city, and he's even willing to help Qingqing shovel pig manure without a single complaint. How can you not look up to him?
Xia Qingqing looked at Song Ze, who was standing uncomfortably as if he were being pricked by needles, and burst out laughing: "Now you know why I kicked you out."
"I'm willing to do anything to help you," Song Ze said earnestly, gazing at the smiling girl in front of him.
Upon hearing this, Xia Qingqing turned her head away uncomfortably. She felt that Song Ze was acting strangely today.
She couldn't bother teasing him anymore and urged, "Go back and wash up. I know you're feeling really unwell."
Song Ze couldn't hold back any longer and readily agreed, "Okay, I'll go back first and come help you again tomorrow."
After saying that, Song Ze ran away. Xia Qingqing wanted to tell him not to come again tomorrow, but the words stuck in her throat.
Song Ze ran to a place where Xia Qingqing couldn't see him, threw himself into the grass and started vomiting violently: "Hiccup~".
God knows how hard he had to endure to maintain his image in front of Xia Qingqing.
After vomiting, Song Ze quickly ran back to the educated youth settlement and took three showers.
After taking a shower, smelling the faint scent of soap on his body, Song Ze breathed a sigh of relief: finally, no more bad smell.
As for the clothes that smelled of pig manure, Song Ze hesitated for a while, but still chose to throw them away.
Even if he washes the clothes clean, he doesn't want to wear them again; they're just too disgusting.
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Meanwhile, Xia Qingqing went home after Song Ze and the others left. She only needed to come back to feed the pigs once more in the evening.
Not long after Xia Qingqing got home, she received a video call invitation from Ali.
She was a little curious about what Ali wanted to talk to her about. Usually, it was Xia Qingqing who would take the initiative to contact Ali, while Ali rarely contacted her unless he brought her meat and fruit.
As soon as the video call connected, Ali knelt down in front of Xia Qingqing with a pleading look on his face: "Goddess, please help me."
Xia Qingqing was caught off guard by his behavior and said in a flustered manner, "You should talk things out properly. Don't just kneel down all the time."
Seeing that the goddess was unhappy, Ali immediately stood up and said anxiously, "Goddess, please save Ah Shan. Only you can save him now."
"Who is Ah Shan? What happened to him?"
Ali quickly explained that they had originally gone up the mountain to find salt stones, but were ambushed by the Mad Lion Tribe. Because the Mad Lion Tribe had a large number of people, not only were all the salt stones they found stolen, but several people were also injured.
Ah Shan shielded Ali from a fatal blow to save him, and is now on the verge of death.
"Goddess, please, save Ah Shan! The wizard said Ah Shan is going to die soon, it's all my fault!" Ali, a beastman over 2 meters tall, cried like a child.
A thoughtful look flashed across Xia Qingqing's eyes. She did have medicine, but she only had two bottles in total. Should she take them out or not?
These thoughts flashed through Xia Qingqing's mind. Seeing that the goddess did not speak, Ali knelt down again and said solemnly, "Goddess, if you cannot save Ashan, then could you transfer his injuries to me? I was the one who should have died."
Looking at the simple and kind Ali, and thinking of the meat and fruit he had given her, Xia Qingqing sighed softly: "Take me to see his injuries."
Although the medicine Gu Yunshu gave her could treat serious injuries, it couldn't bring the dead back to life. She needed to confirm with her own eyes whether Ah Shan had saved her or not. If he was already dead, it would be a waste for Ali to keep feeding him medicine.
Ali quickly ran into a cave, and Xia Qingqing could see a person lying on the stone bed through the system panel.
"Goddess, please take a look. There's still hope for Ah Shan, isn't there?" Ali looked at Xia Qingqing with hopeful eyes.
The system panel can only be seen by the host, so to the others in the cave, all they could see was Ali talking to himself.
However, everyone already knew that Ali had been favored by the goddess and could communicate with her, so no one dared to step forward and disturb him.
Xia Qingqing looked at Ashan on the bed. There was a large hole in his stomach, and the wound was covered with a thick layer of herbs, but blood could still be seen seeping out.
His face was flushed and his lips were peeling—symptoms of a fever—but the slight rise and fall of his chest indicated that he was not yet dead.
Xia Qingqing quickly retrieved the potion from the system warehouse and sent it to Ali: "Quick, give him this potion to drink."
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