"Mom! Big brother asked us to help drive all the calves and horses back to the shed! I don't know where the wolves in Shuiquan Village ran off to."
Chen Erhu stood on the ridge of the field and shouted.
Ma Guihong responded quickly, gave Jiang Henian a few instructions, picked up the dung bucket and left in a hurry.
Jiang Henian stood there, his body also covered with wheat awns and wheat ears, which pricked him so much that he felt uncomfortable all over.
She grabbed her clothes and shook them hard, then turned and walked towards the side of the field, ignoring the inquiring eyes around her.
There was a toilet on the west side, and Jiang Henian thought of going there to tidy up.
She had to cross a cornfield, and she didn't want to run into anyone, so she deliberately walked around to the area where the corn had been harvested. Unexpectedly, she ran into someone on the path after just a few steps.
Jiang Henian: “…”
Just when I felt relieved, bad luck came again.
Song Wenqing stretched out one leg and sat leisurely on a pile of corn leaves. She saw Jiang Henian coming out of the corner of her eye, and showed an understanding that "she finally couldn't help it". She raised her chin slightly and continued to put the corn in gracefully.
Jiang Henian kept a straight face and continued walking forward without looking around.
The path in the cornfield was already narrow, and Song Wenqing's left leg, tied with white cloth, was lying across the middle of the road in a very contrived and unsightly manner.
Jiang Henian walked closer and closer, his eyelids drooping coldly, struggling between whether to step over or over.
So contrived.
He Jinshan's entire leg was bitten to pieces by a wolf, but he didn't say a word when he changed the bandage. But your pig's hoof was only hit by a wolf's tail, and the skin wasn't even broken, and you even pretended to bandage it for ten days.
He is clearly taking the opportunity to be lazy, how shameless!
They occupy a shared road and don't even know to move when someone comes. They have no sense of public morality!
Your legs are not even as long as He Jinshan's, so what's there to show off?
Jiang Henian's mind was full of barrages of thoughts, and he just stepped over without stopping.
The smile on Song Wenqing's lips froze. He looked at Jiang Henian's back in disbelief as he didn't even turn back. He couldn't help but clear his cough twice to signal his intention.
"Ahem."
Why are you coughing? If your throat feels sore, go drink some Yellow Spring water to moisten it.
Jiang Henian curled his lips speechlessly and walked forward faster with a grunt.
The girl has a slim and graceful figure, and she looks even more petite in a loose blue shirt and black pants.
As she walked, the rope that tied her black braids turned into a red bow, swaying gently behind her snow-white neck, looking very graceful.
It looks very different from usual.
Song Wenqing was dazed for a moment, and when he came to his senses, a smile of understanding immediately appeared on his face.
She's already dressed up specially, yet she's still playing hard to get.
I didn't expect this country girl to have such a temper. Could it be that her previous shyness, taciturnity and work-consciousness were all an act?
Song Wenqing snorted, threw down the corn in his hand, stood up and strode after him.
"Comrade He Nian."
Jiang Henian's eyelids twitched. Why was he following him?
In order to prevent this bastard from suddenly hugging him like last time, Jiang Henian turned around quickly and reached out to stop him.
“STOP!”
There was a blank look on both of their faces for a moment.
Song Wenqing smiled slightly in surprise, took two steps forward, and spoke in a gentle tone.
"He Nian, I didn't expect you to learn a foreign language just for me. Your pronunciation is pretty good. It must have been difficult to learn. I'm really pleased."
Jiang Henian covered his mouth and almost made a sound. He wanted to slap himself for what he had done.
I told you to be quick-witted, and you gave this idiot the opportunity to make up his own ideas. It's so disgusting!
She couldn't bear it any longer, and like she was hiding from the plague, she raised her voice and warned: "Don't come over here!"
Song Wenqing's smile grew more confident. "He Nian, don't be upset. You know it's very hard for me to work without you. Now that you're here, don't be upset. There's no one here now. Help me harvest the corn in front."
"Aren't we always good comrades helping each other, huh?"
The corners of Jiang Henian's mouth twitched uncontrollably. Which damn author would actually create this kind of male protagonist in a novel!
This guy is actually the male protagonist of this world! ! ! Is there any justice in the world!
I, the young lady, will enforce justice on behalf of Heaven today!
Jiang Henian glanced at the back and saw someone turning around. A sly and sweet smile appeared on her face. She held her breath, took a big step, picked up a branch on the ground, and picked up a piece of half-dried cow dung next to it.
He used his golfing technique, gripped the club with both hands, and swung it smoothly towards Song Wenqing's face.
"Your grandma's legs!"
The crispy outside and tender inside cow dung pancake hit Song Wenqing's smiling face.
At the same time, Jiang Henian also saw the face of a person walking around the corner. It was Si Yuzhen.
Really good!
Jiang Henian threw down the dirty branch and ran away while no one was watching.
The hero's roar is so pleasant and relaxing!
…
The setting sun shines on the wheat ears, and the breeze smells like shit.
Apart from going to work and facing Wang Chunfang and her daughter, the most difficult difficulty for Jiang Henian to overcome in this world is going to the toilet.
The toilets here are really...
It’s poisonous in color, aroma and taste!
If he wasn't holding it in so badly, or if he wasn't itching so badly like now, Jiang Henian would never come even if he was beaten to death.
She took out a soft white camellia scented handkerchief from her pocket, tore it in half and stuffed it into her nostrils.
Then carefully roll up the sleeves and trouser legs.
Looking at the "luxury" outdoor stand-alone wooden fence toilet in front of her, she took a few steps back, turned her head away, took a few deep breaths, and gritted her teeth and pushed open the moldy wooden door with one finger.
Good, there is no "golden relics" from the previous customer this time.
Jiang Henian slipped in. His movements seemed casual, but they were actually the result of many practices to ensure that the corners of his clothes and hair would not touch the wooden wall at all.
As soon as the door was closed, Jiang Henian took out a citrus-scented disinfectant spray from the space and sprayed it up, down, left and right.
This is the item of supplies that she is most satisfied with besides the boxed lunches. It is simply a spiritual savior.
He took out the cleaning wipes and wiped his face and neck. He accidentally wiped the wound on his neck and gasped in pain.
She had been holding back against those gossips for several days, and today she finally let out a whimper. Although she got hit several times, they didn't get away with it. Let's see if they dare to talk nonsense again next time!
You say I have changed, so I will go crazy for a while and take the opportunity to establish this character so that I don’t have to pretend again.
Jiang Henian didn't have many memories of the original owner's mother, but since she used the original owner's body, this level of maintenance was justified.
If it were my mother...
Jiang Henian's eyes dimmed. He raised his head and looked at the sunset outside through the five-centimeter-wide gap at the top of the wooden wall, and sniffed.
A wet wipe was quickly covered with tiny yellow crumbs.
The most torturous part of harvesting wheat, apart from the heavy physical exertion of harvesting and carrying, is that the wheat awn fragments are very scratchy and prickly. They get wet with sweat and stick to the skin, causing itchiness and prickling. In a matter of minutes, they can rub off a red mark, which can be called torture.
Jiang Henian took out another wet wipe and was about to put it into his clothes to wipe it, when he suddenly felt a very itchy sensation on his left thigh.
In your pants too?
She frowned, carefully lifted her trouser legs, and pulled her trousers down to her thighs to look at them.
!? !? ! ! !
Jiang Henian's eyes suddenly widened.
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