The next day, in the field.
Everyone felt it was a little strange, but what was strange about it?
It was probably Jiang Henian, who always came last in the class. When he worked, he seemed to be possessed by an old ox and worked so hard that it was scary.
The ox was plowing the field in front, and she followed closely behind with a hoe, breaking up the dirt and clods, and dragging a dustpan to pick up corn roots. She was busy working left and right, without a moment's rest.
Ding Guangsheng pinched the legs of his glasses, stretched his neck to look at the flying soil in the field in front of him, and marveled at it.
"This year, the girl finally has a sense of labor consciousness and is almost running ahead of the cow."
Before he could finish his words, Jiang Henian, who was holding a hoe in front of him, suddenly sat down on the ground and died.
Ding Guangsheng twitched the corner of his mouth, shook his head, and walked away carrying his hoe.
“Hu, hu, hu——”
Jiang Henian sat on the ground with his legs slumped, half leaning on the handle of the hoe, panting.
I used too much force. I followed the cow back and forth several times, hit the hoe, bent over and stood up again, and my waist, legs and palms were sore.
It turns out that people can't be used like cattle...
Jiang Henian leaned his forehead against the hoe, his eyes staring blankly at the plowed land in front of him. He weakly picked up a piece of soil and knocked it on the blade of the hoe.
The clod of earth broke into small pieces and slipped through her fingers.
Then he slowly stretched out his hand, grabbed a piece of corn root, pulled it back, and threw the corn root lump into the dustpan.
The soul has become tired and left, but the body is still moving mechanically.
To put it in a different way, as people often say online, "There's no light in her eyes!" Now she's just a laboring machine with poor performance.
Wang Yuenniu called out to her from across the field, "He Nian, what's wrong with you today? Did you hit your head again?"
Jiang Henian heard it, but didn't move. He muttered to himself: "I have to work hard to make money and support He Jinshan."
Her mind kept flashing back to last night, when He Jinshan held her in his arms in the darkness and said something in her ear.
"Does Niannian want to support me?"
"It feels good. The child also knows how to feel sorry for others."
God knows, He Jinshan's last low chuckle was close to her ear, his warm and soft lips touched her earlobe, and the lazy and magnetic ending tone and breath brushed straight into her ear cavity, and struck into her heart like sparks and lightning.
It's even more bewitching than the siren's hum.
Jiang Henian was completely stunned, his mind filled with blood-boiling roars:
I'm so heartbroken! I'm just so heartbroken!!! I have to support him! I work day and night to support him!!!
The feeling of my heart being electrocuted and tingling lasted until I woke up.
Very addicted.
Jiang Henian looked at He Jinshan's back as he walked towards the brick kiln, and completely ignored what he said afterwards: "Don't waste your energy on work, or you will get your hands rubbed raw. You will get money later."
As soon as she arrived at the field, she was as excited as if she had seen gold in the earth. She was full of motivation, as if ten thousand work points were beckoning to her.
However, the cruel reality makes people sober.
Even for simple farm work like clearing clods, Jiang Henian's fragile stamina couldn't sustain it for two hours, and even if he tried his best, he could only earn four work points at most.
One of the points will probably come from calling him "Uncle Ding" sweetly to get some friendship points.
This road is blocked.
If she goes to work, the whole family will starve.
Raising a man is not such an easy thing, hmm...
"I didn't expect Comrade Xiao Jiang to be such an ambitious woman!"
A shadow suddenly fell over them, "Women really hold up half the sky! Brother He is so lucky to marry you!"
Jiang Henian was startled by Pang Ji who suddenly appeared and crouched over.
"Comrade Xiao Jiang, come here! I'll help you!"
The energetic young man smiled with his big white teeth and extended his hand towards Jiang Henian in a very familiar manner.
This guy is a dangerous social bull. He talks a lot and is so enthusiastic that it is hard to handle. If you work ten hours a day, he would like to chat with you for twelve hours.
Jiang Henian was "helped" by him again yesterday afternoon. He actually heard many little-known stories and anecdotes about Huagou Village from the educated youth who had only been there for a few days. He was so fascinated by what he heard that he almost didn't finish his work.
She immediately stood up with the hoe in her arms, "No, no, no! I can do it myself."
"Comrade Xiao Jiang is too polite. Soldiers should not be ashamed after retirement. It is their duty to help the people to the best of their ability. Brother Cui and I just came over from over there to help. This amount of labor is nothing to us."
Jiang Henian glanced at Cui Zhenglong, who had rolled up his sleeves and was swinging a hoe with the group of ladies.
I complained in my heart, Aunt Zhu is over 50 years old, do you think I look like her?
Besides, Cui Zhiqing is not like you who talks about other people’s husbands every other sentence.
If Pang Ji wasn't a man, Jiang Henian would have suspected that he had some improper thoughts about He Jinshan.
She pointed at the dustpan, then at the old cow that was already thirty meters away, and said, "Then please go ahead and pick up the corn lumps."
Don’t squat down and gossip to me again, my hind legs can’t stand being dragged.
"Pang Zhiqing."
A gentle voice interrupted, "You're here again."
Pang Ji scratched his head and smiled innocently: "I can't stay still. I like to wander around and come back soon."
Jiang Henian frowned slightly and glanced at Song Wenqing who was walking over. The latter smiled at her naturally.
"Comrade He Nian."
Jiang Henian pretended not to hear anything. He heard from Pang Ji's gossip yesterday that Song Wenqing and Si Yuzhen were already dating.
The male and female protagonists are successfully dating. According to the title of the book "The Husband of the 1970s Educated Youth Returns to the City to Become the Richest Man", the map should be changed later, and he should return to the city to start a business and become the richest man, right?
Congratulations, go ahead, go ahead.
As a useless "infatuated" cannon fodder, she should be completely separated from the main storyline of the male protagonist and not have to die.
Song Wenqing's eyes swept over the two of them imperceptibly, "I haven't congratulated you on your marriage yet."
Jiang Henian picked up his hoe and pretended to be busy, and casually replied, "Congratulations, I wish you a baby."
The smile on Song Wenqing's lips froze, and a vulnerable part of his body that had been hit hard before began to ache again.
This woman must have done it on purpose!
"Comrade He Nian, you're joking. I haven't discussed marriage yet."
Song Wenqing suppressed his forced smile and pointed to something not far away. "You haven't returned the needle and thread you borrowed from me last time. I left it on a ridge in the sorghum field. Would you like to come with me and get it?"
Jiang Henian paused, holding the hoe without looking up, and turned his eyes suspiciously.
Is this true?
The original owner was so in love that she made clothes and shoes for him, mended them, didn't she? She even borrowed needles and thread.
Jiang Henian thought for a while, and his peripheral vision accidentally caught a glimpse behind Song Wenqing.
The corners of her mouth curled up, she straightened up with the hoe in her hand, and covered her mouth in surprise: "Isn't Song Zhiqing married yet? I heard that your Zhiqing site has been having a lot of good things recently."
Song Wenqing glanced at Pang Ji, who was still standing there, and said patiently, "There's nothing to see yet. Comrade He Nian, please come with me first."
The wicked smile in Jiang Henian's eyes was almost visible.
"Oh, I see... But Song Zhiqing must have remembered it wrongly. I never lent you anything. How about asking Si Zhiqing?"
As Jiang Henian spoke, he leaned over and waved behind Song Wenqing.
"Si Zhiqing, Song Zhiqing wants to talk to you about something!"
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