"Listen to me."
Jiang Henian held Wang Yuenniu's shoulders with both hands with a serious face, and said in a secretive manner:
"I will only tell you this secret. You must promise me that you will never tell anyone even if you are beaten to death."
Wang Yuenniu stopped struggling immediately, her eyes widened like bells, and she nodded heavily.
"Actually... I fell on my head that day, and then..." Jiang Henian leaned closer and lowered his voice, "my Ren and Du meridians were opened, and I have a keen eye for identifying good men, especially scumbags!"
"Song Wenqing is obviously a black-hearted, green-tea, Phoenix man. You should stay away from him."
Wang Yuenniu: “???”
She bit the towel and widened her eyes, trying to shake her head: "Mmmm?! Mmm?!"
Jiang Henian understood immediately: "Green tea is a bad man who looks innocent but is actually cunning and treacherous and will eat meat without spitting out bones!"
"A Phoenix Man is... uh, just stay away from him! Do you understand?"
Wang Yuenniu hesitated and said "hmm" again.
Jiang Henian was satisfied. He pulled the towel out of her mouth, threw it back on her shoulders, and patted her with his little hands.
"Be good and go play."
With an expression of a man who had hidden his merits and fame, he turned around and went back to harvesting wheat.
Jiang Henian grabbed a handful of wheat straw and pulled his eyebrows up with such force. Ouch, why does it feel like this sickle is becoming more and more difficult to use?
Wang Yuenniu picked up the sickle and numbly cut the wheat, her eyes still staring blankly at Jiang Henian.
Is this still the boring Jiang Henian she knows?
Damn it, it’s really damned…
In the endless fields, the wheat fields and corn fields are separated by a ridge that is only one step wide.
When the wind blows, the sound of harvest rustles.
"Alright, alright everyone, if you keep talking, I'll be too embarrassed to sit here any longer. Let's get started. We can't delay the progress."
Song Wenqing felt relaxed and happy after being praised. He was in high spirits and his humility became even more perfect.
"Wenqing, what do you think are the arrangements for today?" asked the educated youth Yang Chuanlin.
"Captain Wang said that our educated youth group is responsible for harvesting all the corn today. So, we'll do it the same way, from left to right, one person per area. The girls will be responsible for breaking and packing the corn, while the boys will be responsible for breaking and transporting it."
Song Wenqing patted his injured knee and said, "I'll take advantage of you and only be responsible for filling the baskets today. How about that?"
"No problem! Let's try to harvest the wheat faster than them today! We can finish work and eat early!"
After Song Wenqing finished speaking, a group of young people immediately rolled up their sleeves and started working.
These educated youths all came to Huagou Village at the same time. Most of them were around 17 or 18 years old and had been in the countryside for more than half a year. After the wolf attack last night, everyone had already regarded the thoughtful and steady Song Wenqing as their backbone.
"Song Zhiqing, your towel bandage is worn out. This one is clean. Please use it."
Song Wenqing looked at the blue square scarf made of fine fabric that Si Yuzhen handed to him. A look of flattery flashed across his face, but his eyes showed confidence of victory.
The heart of this proud and arrogant beauty was finally won over.
He took it reluctantly, and when he turned his head, his peripheral vision inadvertently caught a glimpse of a figure with pigtails squatting in the wheat field.
Jiang Henian was facing away from this side, cutting wheat with extremely slow movements, and it was obvious that he was absent-minded.
He understood and snorted indifferently.
This country girl has even learned the tactic of playing hard to get. She really doesn't know her place. Let's see how long you can endure this.
If I leave her alone for two more days, she will stop acting up and come over to work for me obediently.
As the sun gradually rose, the entire Huagou Village Production Brigade was busy harvesting crops during the farming season.
Even children who had just learned to walk would drag a small winnowing basket in the fields to pick up wheat ears, and the team would give them two work points for this.
A healthy adult male worker would earn ten work points per day, while an adult female worker would earn eight. At the end of the year, when the production brigade settled accounts, depending on the harvest, ten work points would generally be worth twenty-five cents.
Throughout the year, farmers only earn a little over 100 yuan. Sometimes when the harvest is poor, the whole village has to tighten its belts.
Jiang Henian looked back at the area where he had harvested with the greatest effort and physical strength of his life, and his eyes almost went dark.
You work so hard for most of the day and only earn two cents!
Who am I? Where am I? Why do I have to suffer like this?
Jiang Henian shook his extremely tired arms, sat down on the ground, and wiped the sweat off his face silently.
After a day of working in the fields, even the obsession with cleanliness of the Lord could be cured. I was so tired that I couldn't take care of anything else.
"Tired again?"
Wang Yuenniu, who had already harvested the wheat in front, picked up a large handful of wheat and turned back to pile it up. She came over and asked in confusion:
"He Nian, are you really not feeling unwell? We'll be off work soon, and you're still a long way off. You used to be much faster than me every time, and you could even create afterimages with your sickle."
Jiang Henian shook his head, too tired to speak.
She was breathing heavily, and beads of sweat covered her face, making her complexion look even paler and more rosy.
The fingers resting on his knees moved stiffly and trembled slightly, obviously due to overwork.
Jiang Henian was also puzzled. How could the original owner's health be so low after years of hard work? Could changing the inner core also affect the strength of this body?
God is my witness. Jiang Henian swore to heaven that she had no intention of slacking off. She was trying very hard to use this body to work, but she was just tired!
The more I work, the more tired I feel.
I was quite energetic yesterday.
"Then hurry up and get up, or you won't be able to finish the work. Ding Guangsheng will deduct your work points. He's a ruthless person."
Ding Guangsheng is the accountant of the production team of Huagou Village, also serving as the director of public security and the record-keeper. He is a bad-mouthed person and is used to abusing the rules, showing off his power of life and death.
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