The group remained unchanged, and Meng Zhiyu was assigned to follow behind and gather and bundle the harvested wheat.
Zhou Songbai took the sickle he had received and strode over. He glanced at the man whose neck was hidden by his large hat and whose head was lowered so that only his neck could be seen. He whispered, "Follow me."
Meng Zhiyu tied the rope of the kettle and slung it over his shoulder. He held the brim of his big hat and tried to look up. "Okay, thank you, Brother Zhou San."
He took out a pair of gloves from his pocket and handed them to him, "Brother Zhou San, this is for you."
Zhou Songbai refused, "No, I have calluses on my hands, I don't need this."
Although your hands are rough and have calluses, they can serve as a protective layer when doing rough work, reducing the chance of injury and bleeding.
Seeing that he didn't want it, Meng Zhiyu had no choice but to take it herself.
"Let's go." Zhou Songbai took the lead and walked towards the allocated land, and Meng Zhiyu trotted behind him.
The whistle to start work was blown, and everyone bent down and got to work in an instant. The sound of harvesting wheat could be heard everywhere.
Zhou Songbai threw the cut wheat behind him. Meng Zhiyu squatted down, sorted them out, and tied them up with some long hay.
I don't know how others tie it, but she just tied two knots, which is convenient and secure. Zhou Songbai stopped and picked up her knot, "Tie it as tight as possible, otherwise the wheat will slip out."
"good."
Unlike usual, when Meng Zhiyu was taking a break to drink water, he saw Zhou Songbai working, neither fast nor slow, with a leisurely and contented look.
But today, he was half as fast as before. Even if she cleared her mind and tried to speed up as much as possible, she still couldn't catch up with him and was left behind by him.
"Shh." The whistle for a break and water drinking sounded. Meng Zhiyu stopped his mechanical movements and sat down heavily without caring about what was on the ground.
She took off her gloves, picked up the kettle with trembling hands and took a few gulps. The water was boiled with anti-heat-relieving herbs she had prepared, and a little brown sugar was added. It was cool and sweet.
After about two minutes of rest, the whistle blew and everyone continued to work hard. Meng Zhiyu blocked her own feelings and focused on the work. As time passed, her speed gradually decreased.
"Huh?" Meng Zhiyu was numbly sorting the wheat when she suddenly stopped and paused. She saw that among the scattered wheat, there were bundles of wheat from time to time.
The sun was getting bigger and bigger, and the workers were feeling more and more uncomfortable. Not only was it hot, but the wheat also made their bodies painful and itchy. When the whistle for the end of work sounded, people all around could breathe a sigh of relief.
Meng Zhiyu breathed a sigh of relief, held his waist with both hands, slowly moved his stiff and numb body, and walked step by step towards where the backpack was placed.
Li Tingman and others also came over one after another, took out their own bowls from the backpack, and finally Mu Ziwei carried the backpack, "Let's take turns carrying the basket, one person carries it for a day."
"Okay." Everyone agreed.
Li Qingqing frowned, "I'm so tired, but seeing everyone else working on it, I feel embarrassed to stop."
"If you stop and someone sees you, you'll get lectured." Although he has been here for two years, Jiang Zengzhi still finds it difficult.
Li Tingman looked at the few people who seemed to be drained of energy, and a smile flashed in her eyes. "Just do your best. Everyone's physical condition is different. Even the captain won't require all of you to be the same as everyone else and keep up with everyone else's progress."
She didn't understand this in her previous life either. She thought she had to keep up with the people in front of her. As a result, after a busy farming season, she got sick from exhaustion and had to lie in bed for several days before getting up.
Later, during the busy farming season, she no longer worked so hard and did things according to her physical condition. Even if someone saw her, they would at most mutter a few words of pretentiousness.
Meng Zhiyu and the others listened and nodded thoughtfully, then followed the crowd to the canteen of the brigade. It was called a canteen, but in fact it was just a large shed with a roof, surrounded by branches.
When we walked into the shed, there were five or six teams, all lined up in a very long queue.
Touching his hungry stomach, Meng Zhiyu said, "So we have to run faster."
Just like in school, if you ran slowly, your favorite bones and meat would be bought up. Of course, there was no meat here.
When it was their turn, more than ten minutes had passed. Each of them was given a big steamed bun and a bowl of stew. They returned to the yard of the educated youth. Several people worked together in tacit understanding, some to light the fire and boil water, and some to prepare the chicken.
"Let's just eat half a chicken. We still have several days left." Li Tingman counted their stock: two chickens, a can of beef, and some cicadas.
"Okay." No objection.
By the time they finished eating the opened meal, the chicken soup in the pot also gave off a rich aroma.
Even after finishing all the steamed buns and stew, Meng Zhiyu and the others couldn't help swallowing their saliva. They kept silent and waited around the boiling pot.
In the front yard, Zhao Shuanglian and a few others were eating at the dining table in the yard. Suddenly, they smelled the aroma of meat and immediately felt that the food in the bowl was tasteless.
Zhao Shuanglian stirred the stew with chopsticks, looking around at the expressions of the people at the table, ignoring Song Yun who was eating with his head down, and moved the bench towards He Zhida.
He tentatively suggested, "Brother He, why don't we go buy some chicken soup with Li Zhiqing and the others?"
Of course, buying was just her excuse. After all, they were all from the same courtyard of educated youth, and it was just some chicken soup. They would definitely be embarrassed to ask for money.
He Zhida took a bite of the dough and chewed it slowly, looking embarrassed. "How can we do that? Did they call us?"
Thinking of Jiang Zengzhi and Song Guangye who went to see him every day, he felt dissatisfied. They lived in the same room, but they didn't even call him when they had something delicious. It was a shame that he still took care of them in every way.
Zhao Shuanglian thought he was embarrassed, so she said sympathetically, "What's the big deal? We can treat them to delicious food in the future, Brother Zhang, Sister Jiang, isn't that right?"
As he said this, he looked at Jiang Sisi and Zhang Yang who were eating with their heads down with a smile on his face, and complained in his heart that they were really starving. Everyone obviously wanted to eat, but they had to let her say it first. How hypocritical.
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