Pang Ji let go of the hand that was on Cui Zhenglong's shoulder and ran over excitedly.
"Brother He, I finally see you again!"
He Jinshan didn't even turn around, but simply bent his elbow and pressed it against the young man's chest, who was hugging him enthusiastically, and said "hmm" calmly.
Pang Ji groaned, clutching his chest exaggeratedly as he fell backwards. "Wow, Brother He, that elbow strike of yours was incredibly powerful! You've recovered so well! You can definitely go back to the army and continue to shine!"
Jiang Henian turned his head to look at him, and his eyes couldn't help twitching.
Is there really nothing wrong with this guy's brain... A brain-dead fan of He Jinshan?
She grabbed a sack and slapped Pangji's leg, "You kicked my corn."
Pang Ji jumped up and said, "Oh, sorry, sorry!"
"Brother He, you have 500 kilograms here? How are we going to get it back? You're at the end of the village, it's far away. Let me help you!"
"Need not."
"Pang Zhiqing! What are you doing? You still have time to chat. Come here quickly. It will take until dark if you keep talking like this."
Comrade Pang Ji, who was ready to help others and contribute his energy, was rejected and called back by Wang Meiyu.
Jiang Henian squatted like a kitten, stretched out his hands to pick up the corn on the top of the pile. The big, plump corn ribs rolled down, and He Jinshan pushed them into the bag with a big hand.
He Jinshan was half-squatting, with long arms and big hands, and he loaded the corn very quickly. The two of them cooperated seamlessly.
The nearly twenty educated youth next to them were chatting lively with each other, making the two people who occasionally spoke a few words seem particularly quiet, and there seemed to be a unique harmonious and warm atmosphere.
Wang Meiyu pinched the sack with four fingers, and her eyes kept glancing to the side unconsciously. The man's broad and strong back, and the muscle lines revealed in his movements were really eye-catching, and she couldn't help but want to take a few more glances.
I wonder what it would feel like if I could touch it.
She turned around and looked at Song Wenqing, who was standing with Si Yuzhen and packing corn.
Well... Song Zhiqing is also very handsome, but he is too thin and seems to lack some of the masculine charm.
Yuzhen likes this type?
Then I have to grab it, but I still prefer the ones with muscles...
She turned her eyes slightly, and suddenly felt an itch on her ankle, so she looked down.
"Ahhhhhhhhh! Mother!!!"
Wang Meiyu threw the sack and kicked her shoes away, startling everyone.
"What's wrong?"
"Rat! Big rat!!! Aaaaaah!"
A mouse as big as a shoe bit a kernel of corn and ran over Wang Meiyu's feet. It made its way through the crowd's feet that were tap dancing and escaped towards Si Yuzhen.
Song Wenqing hesitated for a moment when he saw the dirty black rat.
The rampant rat instantly arrived at Si Yuzhen's feet and grabbed her trouser leg with its claws.
"ah!"
Si Yuzhen stepped back in panic, stepped on a corn stalk and slipped, "Wenqing!!"
Song Wenqing came to his senses and was unable to reach out.
A strong arm reached out from behind and caught Si Yuzhen's waist with a "pop".
The big rat let out a scream of "Squeak" as a pair of Liberation shoes stepped on its throat.
"Are you okay?"
The arm behind him pushed Si Yuzhen hard to help her stand firmly, and then moved away, without his palm touching her at all.
"Oh, this mouse is really fat."
Cui Zhenglong bent down, grabbed the mouse by the tail, and picked up the mouse under his feet. The female educated youth around him were so scared that they immediately scattered away.
"Cui Zhiqing, please throw that rat away! It's so dirty!"
Cui Zhenglong shook the hefty rat in his hand and laughed, "You city folks haven't tried this, but it tastes pretty good."
The big rat waved its limbs and twisted its fat body in the air, squeaking and screaming.
Hey, Rat, I failed to steal the corn and got eaten!
"vomit--!"
Wang Meiyu pinched her nose and covered her mouth as if she was about to faint.
Si Yuzhen also came to her senses, said thank you with a stiff face, and moved to the side to hide.
Eating mice, this is too fierce...
Cui Zhenglong didn't care about the strange looks from everyone. He laughed and said, "Don't be disgusted. When we get really hungry, this can feed two people and save two lives! Does anyone have a rope?"
Yang Chuanlin exclaimed: "What do you need a rope for?"
"Tie it up first, and then I'll roast it and eat it. Do you want to try it?"
The educated youths' faces turned pale, their stomachs churned, and they all took a big step back, just in time revealing Jiang Henian who had just returned from the field beside the drying yard, picking up some long dry grass vines.
Cui Zhenglong casually asked, "Comrade Jiang, could you spare me one of your vines?"
Jiang Henian then looked up and met the two small eyes of the fat rat in his hand.
“…”
Her face froze, and she took a big step back with a "chua--" sound, and threw out a long vine in fear but politely.
"Haha, thank you so much!"
Cui Zhenglong caught one end and quickly tied up the mouse's two hind legs. "Hey, done! Do you have a pair of scissors? They don't need to be so long. It won't be a waste."
Jiang Henian's face was numb, and his hand holding the other end of the hay vine felt dirty.
But she still needed it to tie the sack, so she reached into her pocket with a dull face, took out the deer-head dagger from the space, and threw it over again.
Cui Zhenglong pulled out his dagger, slashed it with his hand, and cut the vine.
"This dagger is quite good, thank you, Comrade Jiang!"
Seeing that Jiang Henian was afraid, he didn't hand it over, but threw the dagger back.
Jiang Henian took back the dagger, dragged a few vines back to the corn pile next to him, and threw the straw rope to He Jinshan with disgust.
"That's awesome, playing with a mouse..." She rubbed her palms with a tingling scalp. Just by looking at each other, she always felt like the mouse was crawling on her hands.
He Jinshan was naturally aware of the noise of mice nearby. He chuckled, picked up a vine, and quickly tied up the bulging sack.
"Are you afraid of mice?"
Jiang Henian squatted back next to He Jinshan, and when he saw that he was laughing at him, he said confidently, "Who wouldn't be afraid? It's just a mouse!"
She thought for a moment, tilted her head, and asked worriedly, "Uncle, there are no mice in our house, right?"
"Of course not."
He Jinshan smiled and decided not to tell anyone about the incidents of rats in the thatched house before it was renovated.
I'll build a shed in the backyard someday and let Dewang go down the mountain to resume his old job.
"Cut it here." He pulled the hay vine and gestured towards Jiang Henian's hand.
Jiang Henian pulled out his dagger and easily cut the vine.
This dagger is sharp and lightweight, and it is really handy to use in daily life. After all, it is not convenient to take out the big swords and axes in the space outside, and this one is small and easy to conceal.
Fortunately, I brought it out from the Jiang family and it was not wasted.
Beside him, Song Wenqing stared at Jiang Henian with gloomy eyes...at the dagger in his hand.
After a while, he turned his head and said to Yang Chuanlin, "I'll also go pick up some dry vines to tie the bag. You go borrow some scissors and a knife."
When he came back quickly with a few dry vines, Yang Chuanlin really borrowed Jiang Henian's dagger.
"To Comrade Jiang."
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