Chapter 474: Extra Life Parallel World 1

Before Su Ranran opened her eyes, she heard a burst of chattering sounds.

"Hurry up, we still have to pick cotton today, don't be late."

Still immersed in the sorrow of separation and death, Su Ranran had no idea what was happening when she was dragged to the cotton field.

"Fortunately, Captain Yan Luo is not here today, otherwise it would be disastrous."

The girl next to him was picking cotton skillfully while complaining in a low voice.

But Su Ranran was still in shock.

Looking at the endless cotton fields around her and then at her own white and tender hands, she finally believed that she had traveled through time like Fang Zhirou.

And they were wearing the Frontier Farm Reclamation Corps uniform from the 1950s.

However, it is not quite appropriate to say that it is a time travel, because the original owner is herself.

In other words, this is another self in a parallel world.

Su Ranran didn’t know how she got here. She only vaguely sensed this information after integrating it with her body’s memories.

But these are not her focus. The only thing she cares about now is whether Shen He has come.

If so, where is he?

In such a vast sea of ​​people, where should she go to find him?

Su Ranran didn’t know, so she could only suppress her anxiety and finish the work at hand first.

To put it simply, the Agricultural Reclamation Corps is responsible for reclaiming wasteland and cultivating land.

Even though the current mission of these corps members is to farm, each of them has fought against the Japanese.

However, the Japanese had finished fighting, and they had no other tasks to do, so the country organized them to reclaim wasteland in the border areas.

The purpose of the Agricultural Reclamation Corps in the border areas is not only to guard the frontiers, but also to build homes and grow food and war supplies for the country.

Su Ranran had read the information about the Agricultural Reclamation Corps, so she naturally knew how great this group of people was.

There is a big temperature difference between day and night in the border areas. It is freezing cold in the winter and scorching hot in the summer. The occasional sandstorms make people's mouths full of sand.

The soldiers in the agricultural reclamation not only have to farm, but also train every day.

The food is bad and the accommodation is bad.

Male and female comrades were separated into their own camps and slept in large bunks.

Married couples are not allowed to live together. If they want to share a room, they have to apply for a public bridal chamber.

But there is no other way.

After all, the country had just been established and the Korean War had just ended. People were happy just to be alive. Who would complain about the harsh living conditions?

Every farmer has a strong desire in his heart, vowing to open up thousands of acres of fertile land for the country and plant grain all over Hezi City.

Unlike Pan Xin, Su Ranran and twenty or so lesbians had just arrived at the border a few days ago.

Before I had time to adapt to the climate here, I had to carry a sack and go to the field to pick cotton.

It is not like in later generations where cotton is picked automatically by machines.

Instead, they are picked one by one by hand.

Although Su Ranran is not a spoiled child, she has been living a life of luxury for a long time. She feels a little dizzy after having to do so much work all of a sudden.

However, seeing that everyone else was working diligently, she endured the discomfort and continued picking.

It is September now, and the temperature in the fields is still close to 30 degrees during the day. The sky is clear without a single cloud, and people are sweating in the cotton fields.

I don't know how much time passed until my ears started buzzing, and then I heard the whistle for the end of work.

"It's finally time to get off work." Yang Tao was so tired that he was panting heavily, and his face was sunburned red.

She and Su Ranran are both from Xiang City.

When they heard that the border area was recruiting female soldiers, providing them with full meals every day and trucks to pick them up when they went out, they signed up and came here.

But when they arrived, they were dumbfounded.

Not only do we eat buckwheat boiled in salt water every day, but each mouthful of it tastes like grains and sand.

There are no big trucks to go out, and the places where big trucks are needed are fields hundreds of miles away.

I heard from other lesbians that if you go to work in those places, don’t expect to come back in the short term.

They slept on a straw mat and shivered in the cold at night. Someone had to watch over them for fear that wolves would come.

These conditions are even worse than at home.

Moreover, they are not formal female soldiers, but soldiers in the Agricultural Reclamation Corps. To put it bluntly, they are similar to militia.

Yang Tao regretted it the day she came, but she didn't dare to say it. Usually she could only find Su Ranran to complain.

"I don't know what to eat later. I hope it won't be buckwheat boiled in salt water again."

While collecting things, Yangtao complained about how bad the buckwheat tasted.

Su Ranran was so tired at this time that she couldn't hear what she said at all.

I originally wanted to get some spiritual spring water from the space to drink.

But she didn't know what happened. She could sense the space just now, but she couldn't open it.

Now she finally managed to open it, and the spiritual spring water in the space had already dripped into the kettle, but her hands were a little weak from overwork, and she couldn't open the bottle after twisting it several times.

The sun above her head was getting brighter and brighter, and Su Ranran felt a little breathless.

Mechanically following the team of female soldiers, she felt her vision becoming a little blurry.

The people next to me were still mumbling something.

Su Ranran felt the voice was a bit far away and could only faintly hear the words “Captain Yanluo is here.”

In his previous life, Shen He was already a marshal, but Su Ranran always had a special feeling about the position of leader.

Maybe it was because when she first got together with him, he was the deputy head of the group?

Su Ranran had only been in the Corps for a few days and had never seen what the legendary "Captain Yanluo" looked like.

Hearing the leader coming, she subconsciously raised her eyes and looked forward.

But as she opened her eyes wide, her vision became even more blurry and she became increasingly short of breath.

Su Ranran couldn't help but sway all over.

"Ranran, how are you?"

Yang Tao then realized that something was wrong with her and quickly reached out to hold her up!

"She has heatstroke, send her to the infirmary quickly!" Seeing Su Ranran's face was abnormally red, Pan Xin hurried forward to help.

At this time, Su Ranran felt dizzy and like vomiting.

Why would she care about whether there is a group leader or not?

Her lips moved, and just as she was about to call someone to open the bottle cap for her, she heard a lesbian's scream.

"The leader is here!"

Su Ranran's heart skipped a beat and she turned her head with difficulty, only to see a familiar tall figure.

It’s Shen He!

He wanted to call for help, but his already exhausted body fell directly into darkness.