Lin Yian felt that he had been bullied recently. Why was he always being treated sarcasticly by others?
"Bao Zhiqing, we wear gloves so that we can work better. After all, we have never been in contact with this before, and it would be bad if we hold everyone back."
"Old Lin is right. It's better to work slowly than to fall behind."
"That's right. He didn't spend the brigade's money. At least he's better than the educated youth who reported a work-related injury."
The villagers around also nodded. These female educated youth were unable to lift anything with their hands or carry anything on their shoulders. They were slow at work. If they got injured at work, they would not go to the fields again.
They will be so sick of it if the crops they have worked so hard to grow are given to a few people who eat for free.
Bao Yada had no way to refute it because she was the one who reported the work injury after cutting her hand while pulling weeds.
Aunt Wang approached Wang Juan and whispered, "I was wondering why you didn't go up, this kid is really good at talking."
"That's right. My Ah Ci is amazing. She knows exactly what she should and shouldn't do. She won't ask for help if she can solve the problem herself."
This is such a sweet and painful trouble.
The argument between Lin Yian and the others just now was only on a small scale, so Lin Anmin, who came back after going around in a circle, didn't know what had just happened.
Lin Anmin divided the members into different areas, and after giving the order, everyone started doing their work.
However, Lin Yian and the other two cleverly separated from Bao Yada and the other two.
Because they were newbies, the two groups were assigned the same area to clean up, and people next to them could see it at a glance.
Wang Juan came over first and said, "Ah Ci, follow my example. When you have small stones like these, put them in a basket and pour them out on the field when they are almost full. The same goes for weeds. When you pull them out, you must be careful to turn out all the roots. Do you remember?"
Wang Juan squatted down to demonstrate as she spoke. She was used to doing the work and no grass grew wherever she passed.
"Yes, I remember that."
Jiang Xue and Li Xiaoyu also nodded. Jiang Xue even squatted down and pulled out a few of them, passing on some of her little experience to Lin Yian. Although her movements were still a little clumsy, they were clean.
Wang Juan stood aside and watched Lin Yian for a few minutes before she went back with peace of mind.
Half an hour later, Lin Yian couldn't help but sit on the ground and started moving.
Jiang Xue on the side couldn't help fanning herself with her hands while pulling out the grass roots.
A small gust of cold wind blew, and Jiang Xue felt very cool.
Li Xiaoyu wiped the sweat off her forehead and accidentally got some dirt on her face: "Our progress is one third slower than the villagers."
Jiang Xue said meaningfully: "At least we are on par with the two next to us."
Lin Yian laughed: "That's right. If we only try to get it done quickly but fail to do it thoroughly, we will end up losing the crops in the future."
"Go on."
An hour later, it was finally time for a short break.
Lin Yian was too lazy to run out again and almost lay down on the spot. Jiang Xue and Li Xiaoyu followed suit, and the three girls sat back to back.
Jiang Xue shook her kettle, and it sounded like there was not much water left: "Does anyone want more water?"
"No, I still have some in the pot."
"I have, too."
Li Xiaoyu held the kettle and took a sip to moisten her dry throat: "It's good to carry the kettle with you."
Jiang Xue wiped the water stains from the corners of her mouth: "That's right, otherwise I would rather die of thirst than run back."
Lin Yian smiled and said nothing. Although the three people had different kettles in their hands, it could be seen that their two companions’ families still loved them.
Unless someone in your family is in the army, buying a kettle will cost at least two or three dollars, and you need a ticket.
Li Xiaoyu sniffed her nose. There was a smell of blood. It was...
"Yian, Axue, are you injured?"
"Oh, no, I don't feel any pain."
"Neither have I."
Jiang Xue grabbed Lin Yi'an's hand and said, "Your gloves are all stained red."
Lin Yian took off his gloves and took a look: "It's true, Xiaoyu, you are amazing."
The palm of his hand was red and swollen, with a few bloodstains on it, which were caused by friction.
Jiang Xue took Lin Yi'an's hand and said, "You are like this even with gloves on. I don't know how badly you would be injured if you didn't wear them."
Li Xiaoyu hesitated for a moment, but still pulled over a basket filled with stones and weeds, and dug out some grass roots from it: "Yian, why don't you apply some of this, Imperata root, it can stop bleeding and reduce inflammation."
The atmosphere between the three people fell silent for a moment. Li Xiaoyu was stared at by the two people opposite her, and she couldn't help but retract her outstretched hand.
Jiang Xue praised softly, "Xiaoyu, you also know herbs, that's amazing."
Lin Yian took the herbs, broke them apart and applied the juice to the wound: "Hiss, it feels cool, it works, thank you Xiaoyu."
Li Xiaoyu smiled: "It's okay."
Lin Yian blew on his hand to speed up the drying of the wound: "You can call me Ah Ci, it's my nickname, everyone in my family calls me that."
"Porcelain? It sounds so nice."
“The compassionate one?”
Lin Yian looked at Li Xiaoyu in surprise: "Yes."
Jiang Xue immediately pestered Li Xiaoyu and asked, "Xiaoyu, how did you guess that?"
Li Xiaoyu just smiled.
There was actually no reason. I just subconsciously thought of this Zen poem and thought, the person who gave Yi An this nickname must love her very much.
Compassion, great joy and generosity, the name fills the ten directions. From the Tang Dynasty's "Three Hundred and Three Poems"
This was also a sentence her grandmother often whispered in her ear when she was a child.
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