"Of course a man has to support his family, but you have to be able to take good care of your son. Your son is the one who carries on the family line. You can't be exhausted from working. When you have grandchildren, the expenses will increase, and you will have to work even harder. Meng Zhiqing, while you are still young and unmarried, hurry up and learn how to work!"
Meng Zhiyu: "..." Thank you so much.
"Auntie Hei, then you should work faster and earn more work points to support your son and grandson." Meng Zhiyu said with a complicated expression.
Wiping the sweat from her head, Mrs. Niu agreed, "Yes, Mrs. Zhao, get back to work. Aren't you wasting your time talking like that? Your son and grandson are still waiting at home."
Meng Zhiyu looked at Aunt Zhao, who squatted down again and pulled the weeds quickly, working hard. He felt that being uneducated was not scary. What was scary was the thinking of Aunt Zhao, which was the most tragic.
Meng Zhiyu worked slowly, carrying one medicinal herb and pulling two weeds, and finally earned two work points. The person who kept the points was not Li Lian'er, but the village chief's daughter Wang Meili.
Ignoring the looks from everyone around her because of her work points, she was about to leave when she heard Zhou Songbai, who was standing behind her, say, "Five work points."
In an instant, everyone's gaze shifted from her to Zhou Songbai, and then they all sighed and shook their heads.
He walked to Li Qingqing and others who were waiting on the side, returned to the educated youth's yard, made a fire and cooked. Several people divided the work and worked together to make steamed buns, boil water for drinking in the afternoon, and wash vegetables and cook.
After dinner, I boiled another pot of water for the uncles who would be building the house to drink.
After taking a half-hour nap, Meng Zhiyu got up and made a bowl of malt milk with the spiritual spring water from his own small kitchen, then went into the classroom to continue studying.
When she went to work in the afternoon, Meng Zhiyu felt that her condition was worse than in the morning. She thought that the strong sun in the sky made her lazy.
Mrs. Zhao was still working so hard, sweat falling like rain. Others would stop from time to time to drink water, but Meng Zhiyu never saw her drink water, or maybe she drank but didn't notice.
Although Meng Zhiyu was also hot, he had a cool big hat on his head, which made him feel better than others, and he also had spiritual spring water to drink.
Li Lian'er showed up again in the afternoon. Meng Zhiyu reported his work points, "One and a half points."
After Li Lian'er took note of it, she taunted him, "Meng Zhiqing, your attitude is terrible! The kids can still get two or three work points."
Meng Zhiyu looked at Li Lian'er, who had obviously showered and changed clothes. "No matter what happened to me, at least I was working and not slacking off. Comrade Li smells so good, I wonder if he left the fields and went home to shower and rest?"
The group of people waiting to be scored looked over when they heard the words. Seeing that the other person was dressed cleanly while they were covered in sweat, they suddenly felt unbalanced and started talking one after another, drowning out Li Lian'er.
On the way back, Li Tingman suddenly asked Meng Zhiyu, "How much did you work this afternoon?"
"One and a half points, how about you?" Meng Zhiyu was curious. Even if his personality had changed, his fighting ability was still there. It should be at least six or seven points!
Li Tingman walked slowly, "A little worse than you, one point."
Um?
Meng Zhiyu was stunned!
After dinner, Meng Zhiyu took out brown sugar and poured it into the pot. When Li Tingman saw this, she took out a small bag of mung beans, washed a bowl of them and poured them into the pot.
When Uncle Wang San and a group of people arrived, they first gave each of them a bowl of brown sugar and mung bean soup. Uncle Wang San and his friends were all smiling, and they admired the educated youth for their ability to get things done. They secretly made up their minds to speed up the process so that they could move into the new houses as soon as possible.
An hour after the meal, Meng Zhiyu pinched his nose and drank a bowl of bitter medicine.
In the evening, Meng Zhiyu rented a large kitchen and made peach jam. He bought some empty cans in the mall, filled and sealed them one by one, making a total of twenty-four bottles. Except for keeping three bottles for himself, he hung the rest in his shop, priced at ten gold coins per bottle.
She had memorized most of the Chinese medicinal herbs before, but now she was focusing more on reviewing and consolidating them. After passing the exam successfully, she opened the blind box and got three little piglets. Meng Zhiyu looked at the cute little piglets in the pigpen and fell asleep contentedly while holding the little list.
"Ding Dong, host, get up."
"The sun is shining brightly in the sky, the flowers are smiling at me, and the birds are saying, 'Good morning, good morning!' You ask why I have to go to the fields to work? I want to earn work points, and I'm never late..."
Meng Zhiyu struggled to open her eyelids, moved her heavy hands and feet, and felt sore all over, just like when she hadn't exercised for a long time and suddenly ran a few hundred meters, and then woke up the next day feeling sore.
Meng Zhiyu groggily went to get his own basin to wash, "Xiaoyu, what are you doing with my basin?"
Huh? Meng Zhiyu looked down and smiled embarrassedly, "Listen, Sister Man, I didn't see it clearly."
Li Tingman took her basin and shook her head, "It's okay."
When Meng Zhiyu lowered her head again and wanted to pick up her own basin, all her sleepiness disappeared immediately. Where was her basin?
She looked around the house but couldn't find it. She then ran to the yard and looked around but couldn't find it. She found Li Qingqing and the others washing their faces and asked, "Qingqing, listen, Sister Man, have you seen my basin?"
"No, I just took my own basin and came out." Li Qingqing said.
Li Tingman also said no, Meng Zhiyu looked at Zhao Shuanglian and the others, "We are the first to take the pot, so what are you doing?"
Mu Ziwei and Song Guangye also came over with basins to fetch water. "What's wrong?"
"My basin is gone?" Meng Zhiyu said depressedly. Could it be that her basin grew legs and ran away?
Mu Ziwei scratched his head, "I can understand stealing food, but what's the point of stealing the basin?"
Just as Meng Zhiyu asked Li Qingqing to help wash her face with a ladle and was about to go back to the house, she heard Jiang Zengzhi shouting from the kitchen, "Whose basin is this? Why is it like this?"
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