The breeze in the summer morning is cool and refreshing.
Around six o'clock, Wang Xingwen also got up, quickly washed up, and came over with a book.
Considering that it was the first day and also considering Wang Xingwu’s condition last night, we gave him a break for now and didn’t call him.
At around 6:30, Wang Dahai and Xie Ailian got up and the sun came out.
Wang Sibing and Qiao Li got up at seven o'clock. After washing up, Qiao Li also joined the lineup in the pergola with a book.
Wang Sibing sat slumped under the eaves, obviously as if his soul had left home.
Then, Wang Dahai handed him a hoe and asked him to go to the backyard to clear a piece of wasteland. After a month or two, he could sow cabbage and radish seeds.
"Or I should..." Wang Sibing glanced hesitantly under the shed in the yard, "Forget it! I'd better go and open up the wasteland."
I am often forced to study at night, and there is no schedule in the morning. Why should I take the initiative to go forward?
In comparison, he, a self-employed person born into a peasant family who had never attended school for a day, was better at holding a hoe than a pen.
An hour later, he looked at his burning palms and felt like crying but had no tears.
Woo woo, he fell. When he was in the village, he was a good young man who dug the soil in the riverside village.
Although it is a little harder to dig in the cleared land, it won’t take an hour.
"Old Four, Old Four..." At this moment, Xie Ailian ran over and shouted, "There's a number for you at the newsstand at the end of the alley."
"Ah? Who would call me?" Although he asked that, Wang Sibing threw down his hoe and ran out.
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