Farmers are most worried about their crops.
There was no use in Chen Jianguo being anxious at this point; it was drizzling everywhere, making it difficult to even go out.
After they finished eating, Chen Yifei gave them umbrellas one by one and sent everyone who had gone to help repair the greenhouse that day back home.
Everyone was so considerate and thoughtful, and everyone was very satisfied.
That's how it is when you ask someone to do something in the village; it's all about personal relationships.
Therefore, one should be considerate in all aspects of interpersonal relationships. There is no need to pay wages, as long as the meals are prepared well and a large plate of meat is cooked when it is time to cook!
It tastes delicious, so next time I can get anyone to do the work.
Sure enough, it rained heavily all night.
Everyone was on edge the next day.
The roads were covered in mud and water from the mountains, and the heavy rain made it impossible to go out. But Chen Jianguo was stubborn and insisted on going to harvest the wheat.
Everyone in the village was wearing straw hats and raincoats and heading towards the fields. He Runqing and her group were also planning to go.
This wheat was sown in the spring. Over such a long period of time, from clearing the land and planting to maintenance and weeding, everyone's attention has been focused on it.
When it's harvest time, no one is not anxious.
Chen Yifei was also eager to help when the village secretary rushed over, grabbed Chen Yifei, and seemed to have something to say.
"Uncle? It's raining so hard, come in quickly."
Seeing that he had something urgent to say, Chen Yifei invited him in.
The village secretary took two deep breaths, then looked at Chen Yifei and said, "Xiaofei, I want to go harvest wheat with everyone too."
"Do you still have some things to pack up in the county town? Can you do me a favor?"
Yes, Chen Yifei does need to go to the county town again. The furniture, tables, chairs, and benches that were supposed to be delivered to his and Qingqing's little home all need his signature. Even if it rains and he can't set up his pancake stall, he still needs to go to the state-run restaurant.
"I need to go there."
"That's great, that's great. Please do me a favor." The village secretary sat down and shook the water droplets off his clothes.
“The number of children in our village has met the requirements, so those children don’t need to travel all the way to the commune to study. We’ve hired a teacher, a female teacher. Go and pick her up.”
“The road is slippery and it’s still a long way. She came all the way from out of town alone, so I guess it won’t be easy for her to walk.”
"Okay." Chen Yifei nodded. "Having a teacher is a good thing!"
"Okay, I'll bring her back later and then take her to your house for arrangements. By the way, where do these students have their classes?"
"There's a room right at the village entrance where everyone usually gathers. We hold our meetings there; it's quite spacious."
“Every family has put together tables and chairs, and although they are of varying quality, we can still put together one or two classrooms. It’s fine.”
"Alright, alright," Chen Yifei said with a smile. "Then give me the address and the person's name, so I don't answer the wrong person."
Afterwards, the village secretary gave all the documents to Chen Yifei, who silently recited the name: Yang Ying.
He was somewhat surprised when he saw the name.
Yang Ying was also a teacher here in her past life. She was a very capable person. Later, it seems she went into business, and we haven't had much contact since.
Their only connection in their past life was that after He Runqing died, when Chen Yifei was in a slump, Yang Ying was introduced to him by a middleman for a blind date.
Looking back on these old stories now, I find them quite funny.
I felt like I'd forgotten most of these things before, but now that I'm encountering a familiar name, I'm slowly catching up, which is quite interesting.
The two lifetimes seem to form a control group.
Fortunately, Chen Yifei was very happy in this life.
Wearing a raincoat, Chen Yifei rode his bicycle towards the county.
I plan to bring my wife her favorite eight-treasure rice.
In this kind of weather, after finishing a busy day, the best thing to eat is eight-treasure rice.
It was raining, but he was humming a song as he finished his own business. The morning was already over.
It wasn't until noon that I arrived at the county education bureau and saw Yang Ying, wearing glasses, standing at the entrance, eagerly waiting.
He doesn't quite remember what he looked like, but now he sees him as a very handsome, scholarly teacher.
"Teacher Yang Ying?"
Chen Yifei tried calling out.
"Hello. I'm Yang Ying." She shook hands somewhat abruptly; it was our first time meeting, and my first time in this place. I was a little nervous.
"You must be the village Party secretary?"
"No, the village secretary is busy today. I'm from Yongquan Village, my name is Chen Yifei. I'll take you back."
"If you don't believe me, these are the materials the village secretary gave me."
After Chen Yifei made sure he had picked up the right person, Yang Ying breathed a sigh of relief: "That's right! I finally found the person who was supposed to pick me up."
She was even moved to tears, her joy barely contained.
Chen Yifei handed her a raincoat to wear: "The road is uneven, and it rained heavily today."
"Make sure you hold on tight, Teacher Yang Ying, the children in the village are waiting for you."
Now that the college entrance examination has been opened up, people are gradually starting to value studying more.
“Okay!” Yang Ying sat on his bicycle.
She carefully turned to the side, not expecting the situation to be so bad. She was wearing a skirt and her skin was quite fair, so she felt a little uncomfortable sitting on the bicycle.
Fortunately, Chen Yifei understood the inconvenience between women.
She didn't turn around or ask any more questions; she would have felt awkward if she had asked even one more question at that moment.
After she relaxed a little...
Chen Yifei then said, "You'd better sit tight, Ms. Yang Ying."
"Okay, I understand, Comrade Chen Yifei."
Chen Yifei smiled and asked, "Where is Ms. Yang Ying from?"
“I’m from Suyang. We also have a lot of rain in our area, but it’s mostly just misty rain. It’s rare to see heavy rain like this.”
She was still somewhat shaken.
Chen Yifei nodded: "Yes, I heard that the area is full of small bridges, flowing water, and traditional houses. I've also heard of Suzhou embroidery and folk songs. The soft, melodious Suzhou dialect is so beautiful."
He must have been quite knowledgeable in his past life.
Yang Ying's eyes lit up when she heard it.
I never expected him to be so knowledgeable.
Arriving in a foreign land, without any familiar faces, when someone starts talking about the specialties of their hometown, they naturally begin to chatter on and on.
He knows them like the back of his hand.
Chen Yifei listened patiently, occasionally chiming in, and they chatted happily.
When Yang Ying was happy, she even hummed a folk song from her hometown.
Chen Yifei readily agreed, saying, "It is indeed very authentic."
When he saw it in his previous life, it was already very commercialized. Like Wuzhen, it should still be in its original, unspoiled state now. I'll take my wife there when I have time.
It was already commercialized in its previous life, but it was still pretty good.
"Teacher Yang Ying, all of this is very good. We can tell our children about it during class. None of them have ever left Yongquan Village, and they are very curious about the outside world."
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