Chapter 32: My hands are busy, or you feed me?

Zhou Chenglei and Jiang Xia walked side by side in front of Wen Wan.

Wenwan looked at the couple thoughtfully as they walked by with smiles on their faces.

Jiang Xia actually beat up Wu Qizhi? In her previous life, she divorced Zhou Chenglei for Wu Qizhi and was willing to follow Wu Qizhi without any status.

What happened today?

Could it be that Jiang Xia was also reborn?

Knowing that Wu Qizhi was a domestic violence man, Jiang Xia did not divorce and stayed in Zhou's house? If Jiang Xia and Zhou Chenglei did not divorce, what should she do? Jiang Xia saw someone pushing a bicycle in front of him, dragging a large box behind him, covered with an old quilt. The man walked and shouted, and rang the bicycle bell: "I'm selling popsicles! I'm selling popsicles!"

Jiang Xia saw a child dragging his mother over to buy some popsicles. She also wanted to try some, so she turned her head and looked at the people around her: "Do you want some popsicles?"

Zhou Chenglei glanced at her and said nothing. Instead, he walked over and said to the popsicle seller, "I want a popsicle."

"There are only ten cents left."

Zhou Chenglei freed his hand and took out a dime.

The man took the money and took out a popsicle from the wood-inlaid foam box and handed it to Zhou Chenglei.

Zhou Chenglei took it, turned around and handed it to Jiang Xia.

The popsicle is unpackaged, white in color, and its appearance and shape match its name very well.

Jiang Xia took it, lowered his head and took a bite: it was icy, sweet and refreshing.

The tractor was not far away, and Jiang Xia walked over while eating.

Zhou Chenglei followed her, carrying a handbasket and other things. If someone approached, he would go to that side in advance to protect her and prevent her from being bumped into.

Soon the two men walked to the tractor, but the tractor's bed was already full of things and no one could sit in it.

Jiang Xia climbed up to the seat next to the driver's seat. The tractor had a roof that could block the sun, so she took off her straw hat.

Zhou Chenglei put away the things Jiang Xia bought and then went to start the tractor.

Jiang Xia saw him holding a Z-shaped fire stick and inserting it into the card slot, pressing the compressor, and shaking it vigorously and quickly for a few times.

Then a thick puff of diesel smoke came out of the tractor's nose, and the tractor began to make a rumbling sound.

Zhou Chenglei took out the fire stick, stuffed it under the seat, sat in the driver's seat, and drove away in the tractor.

It was just a little after nine o'clock, but the midsummer sun was a little strong. The gray-white cement road surface was glowing in the sun, and the tractor was rumbling along the road.

There was a cool breeze blowing in his face. Jiang Xia took a bite of the popsicle and held it in his mouth, letting it melt slowly. From his mouth to his stomach, he felt cool and sweet all the way...

Seeing her eating with gusto, Zhou Chenglei asked, "Is it iced?"

"Ice! You can tell it's icy just by looking at the cool steam coming out of it. Do you want to eat it?" Jiang Xia held up a half-eaten popsicle in front of him to show him the cool steam coming out of it. He was about to ask, "If you want to eat it, then why didn't you buy one more?"

Before she could ask, she saw him quickly glance at the road conditions, then lowered his head and took a bite of the popsicle in her hand.

"Yeah, it's really cold."

Icy and sweet.

“…”

Jiang Xia looked at the popsicle with a bite taken out of it, and then glanced at the man who was driving seriously!

How could this bastard eat it?

Zhou Chenglei raised the corner of his mouth. After she hesitated for a long time while holding the popsicle, he reminded her, "It's melting quickly."

At this moment, a drop of water melted on the popsicle and flowed down. Jiang Xia was startled and quickly put it into his mouth and took a sip.

Jiang Xia's body stiffened, but then she remembered that he had already eaten her leftovers twice.

Never mind, it's even! Zhou Chenglei raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

But Jiang Xia was still too embarrassed to eat any more, "Just finish it!"

The tone was fierce.

"No hands, or you feed me?"

Jiang Xia: “…”

Jiang Xia wanted to throw it away.

"Don't throw it away, it will attract ants." The man seemed to see what she was thinking and reminded her.

Throwing a popsicle on the street might indeed attract a bunch of ants, but feeding it? "If you don't eat it, it will melt again."

Jiang Xia glared at him but still put the popsicle in her mouth.

Feed him? Impossible!

When eating hot pot with colleagues and friends, if someone does not use serving chopsticks to directly pick up the food from the hot pot, won’t they also eat other people’s saliva? Thinking of this, Jiang Xia ate calmly.

Zhou Chenglei's mouth corners were raised all the way.

Jiang Xia asked, "Is there anyone selling newspapers in town?"

"have."

Zhou Chenglei went to the supply and marketing cooperative and bought two packs of cigarettes and a bottle of Moutai, and also took out a few newspapers. Then he went to buy a hand-cranked water pump and a long water pipe, mounted them on the top of the tractor and tied them up before leaving the town.

Jiang Xia found that the tractor did not go home, and she didn't know where Zhou Chenglei was going, so she didn't ask.

He bought Maotai and cigarettes, probably to give as gifts.

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Jiang Xia lowered his head and read the newspaper.

The tractor rumbled forward. Soon after leaving the town center, there were fields on both sides of the road. Under the blue sky, the rice fields were bright green.

Jiang Xia was browsing through several newspapers, as if looking for some news.

Zhou Chenglei asked, "What are you looking at?"

“Find a job and see if there is anything you can do to make money.”

Zhou Chenglei was silent.

The newspaper she was reading was the city's daily newspaper, so did she still want to leave? Zhou Chenglei felt that the sweetness of the popsicle he had just eaten had turned into a bitter taste.

Popsicles are made of saccharin, and this is what happens after you eat them, Zhou Chenglei thought.

Jiang Xia finally found a suitable part-time job to make money, and she put the newspaper away.

Zhou Chenglei wanted to ask, but didn't dare to.

Jiang Xia said, "I don't need to go out to sea some other day. I want to go to the city. Do I have to go to the town to get a bus to the city?"

Zhou Chenglei's Adam's apple slid, and he spoke with some difficulty: "Yes, there is no car from the village to the city. I will go with you when the time comes, and I will accompany you back to see your parents."

Afraid that she would refuse, he made an excuse.

"Okay." Jiang Xia did not refuse. She didn't even know where the door of the original owner's house opened. It was just right to have Zhou Chenglei take her back.

The tractor was making a lot of noise as it moved along the road, so the two stopped talking.

The tractor drove for two hours and it was already past eleven o'clock but it still hadn't arrived. It even had to refuel halfway.

Most of the scenery along the way was fields. Jiang Xia saw two people in the fields under the scorching sun. One of them held one end of a bamboo pole and swept the green rice fields with the pole, raising waves one after another.

She asked curiously: "Zhou Chenglei, what are they doing in the fields?"

Zhou Chenglei turned his head and looked at the road again. "They are driving the flowers, which means rice seed production. That rice field is a rice breeding base. The heights of the male and female rice plants are different. Driving the flowers can lift the pollen of the male plant and drop it on the female plant."

Jiang Xia understood after hearing this.

She looked at the rice field carefully. It was indeed different from ordinary rice fields. The rice plants were of different heights and colors, just like a green striped shirt.

Jiang Xia: "It's too hard in the middle of the day. Can't we do it when the sun is not so strong?"

Zhou Chenglei: "Rice flowers bloom in two hours around noon. The flowering period is short, so we can only work hard in the middle of the day to catch the flowers."

Jiang Xia sighed: "A good harvest is never easy."

Zhou Chenglei didn't say anything, but he agreed in his heart.

Another half an hour later, the tractor stopped in front of an orchard: "We're here."

Jiang Xia looked at the man next to her. So he drove the tractor for so long here because she suggested planting some fruit trees in the yard last night?

I will update more after my old book is finished.

(End of this chapter)