Pei Zhi: "".
He encouraged himself and said loudly, "It's okay, Auntie, I can do it!"
After picking only two baskets, Pei Zhi's shoulders ached from exhaustion, and he had to put his arms down and rest every now and then.
My entire arm is sore, it feels like it doesn't belong to me anymore.
It's more tiring than playing ball all morning.
Finally, the sun shone brightly at noon, and it was lunchtime. Pei Zhi sat among a group of elderly men and women, waiting for his employer to serve him lunch.
He thought that at the very least, it should be the cheapest kind of boxed meal.
But Pei Zhi was stunned when the food was handed to him.
It consisted of two large steamed buns and a bag of pickled vegetables.
Pei Zhi almost laughed in anger, but seeing the elderly people next to him eating with gusto, he had no reason to complain.
So he took the steamed bun, tore open the pickled vegetables, and started eating.
To be honest, it wasn't tasty.
The steamed buns were cold, not fluffy at all, and crumbled when you ate them.
However, driven by his hunger, Pei Zhichun ate both large steamed buns clean.
This was the simplest meal he had ever eaten in his life.
After finishing our meal, before we even had a few minutes to rest, the afternoon picking began again.
With the experience gained in the morning, Pei Zhi became much faster and more skilled.
We worked until after 6 p.m., which was about ten hours that day. The foreman gave everyone 230 yuan.
When Pei Zhi returned to the city, it was already completely dark.
After a long day of work and without a proper meal, Pei Zhi was exhausted. As soon as he got off the bus, he found a cheap-looking hole-in-the-wall restaurant and ordered a plate of fried noodles.
After ordering, Pei Zhicai realized there were no seats left in the room. He walked to a table in the corner and saw that there was only one person at that table, so he thought about sharing the table with him.
As soon as he walked over, Pei Zhi froze on the spot.
It's true what they say, enemies are destined to meet.
Hearing the noise, Jiang Cheng looked up at him, paused for a few seconds, and his expression showed a rare hint of surprise.
"Your...styling is quite unique."
Pei Zhi was startled, then turned his head and saw his reflection in a piece of glass.
His hair was a complete mess, his clothes were dirty, covered in patches of dust, and there were a few half-dried leaves stuck in his hat.
It's like they just came back from fleeing famine.
Pei Zhi closed his eyes tightly.
...Seriously, they've completely lost face.
He raised his hand to rub his hair, shook out the leaves from his hat, and finally patted the dust off his clothes.
Jiang Cheng sat there and said leisurely, "Don't tell me you went to the orchard to pick apples."
Pei Zhi: "..."
"How do you know?" he asked back.
“I recognize them; they’re apple tree leaves,” Jiang Cheng said calmly. “And I’ve been there before.”
Pei Zhi was speechless for a moment.
He knew Jiang Cheng had done many jobs, but he didn't expect that he had actually done everything.
Jiang Cheng looked at Pei Zhi, scrutinized him for a few seconds, and concluded that the young master must have had enough of a good life and had come out to experience life on a whim.
He guessed that he must have been punished.
He glanced at Pei Zhi dismissively and said, "Don't do that. This isn't something you can handle."
"Who said that?" Pei Zhi got a little angry when he heard this. "Don't look down on people."
Jiang Cheng stared at him intently. "I just feel that if you were injured, the first person I would feel sorry for is Pei Xi."
Pei Zhi paused for a moment upon hearing this, then said irritably, "What does it have to do with you whether Pei Xixin feels sorry for him or not?"
Jiang Cheng remained silent.
Of course it's related to him; he doesn't want to see Pei Xi heartbroken.
Jiang Cheng frowned and asked him, "How much per day?"
Two hundred and thirty.
“You earn more than I did back then.” Jiang Cheng said expressionlessly. “Back then, I only made 140 a day.”
Pei Zhi was stunned for a moment.
It's 230 a day now, so 140 would be a price from several years ago.
How old was Jiang Chengcai back then?
A strange feeling welled up in his heart, and before he could think about it, an unbearable soreness came from his trapezius and biceps muscles.
He suddenly wanted to ask Jiang Cheng, "Since you've done this before, what should you do if your shoulder hurts so much?"
But he held back.
"Does your shoulder hurt?" Jiang Cheng asked suddenly, as if he could see right through him.
Pei Zhi paused for a moment, then nodded truthfully.
Just when he thought Jiang Cheng was about to say something good, he heard him say, "There's no other way, just bear with it."
Pei Zhi: "..."
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