The evening breeze blows gently, and the air is filled with the unique fragrance of freshly turned soil. The fresh breath seems to tell the story of new hope and the silence of the land.
Su Huaiyue stood at the edge of the field, her figure looking extremely tall and straight in the moonlight.
She raised her head slightly and gazed at the endless fields, the moonlight reflecting stars in her eyes.
Her long hair danced gently in the breeze, and her expression showed both worry and determination.
"The rest of the day depends on everyone's efforts."
She whispered to herself, her voice soft but powerful, dispelling the melancholy in the darkness.
As night fell, the villagers' shadows were gradually swallowed by the darkness, and the fatigue of a busy day gradually crept onto their brows.
Everyone's movements slowed down, and the tools in their hands hung limply like branches that had lost their vitality.
Aunt Liu sighed, her voice filled with the helplessness of time: "We have these fields. I always feel that no matter how much we cultivate them, it's useless. God won't give us pie in the sky."
Her forehead wrinkled slightly, and her eyes were full of disappointment.
"Yeah, I haven't seen anything growing in this field for a long time."
Old Zhang echoed from the side, his voice hoarse and low, like an old tree that had been weathered by the wind and frost.
The hanging hoe was flashing coldly in the moonlight.
The villagers' conversations filled the night air, filled with doubt, frustration and anxiety.
This originally quiet night seemed even more depressing because of their complaints.
Wei Che's steps were as firm as a mountain, and there was an unignorable persistence in his eyes.
He raised his head and faced everyone. In his eyes, there was an indescribable encouragement: "Everyone, this time we are different. With Su Huaiyue's plow, I believe that as long as we persist, good things will grow in the fields. No one can help us. We have to rely on ourselves."
His voice was clear and powerful, echoing across the vast fields, as if bringing new hope to everyone together with the bright moonlight.
The villagers slowly raised their heads and exchanged glances with each other.
Under the moonlight, their faces, though tired, were slowly illuminated by a new faith, like a shot of adrenaline.
Su Huaiyue smiled slightly, her heart filled with gratitude. Looking at Wei Che's determined back, she stepped forward and said, "The land in the village is our greatest wealth. As long as we work hard, we will always reap rewards."
The villagers fell into a moment of contemplation.
Aunt Liu raised her head and sighed heavily: "Well, the young man is right, it's time to give it a try."
The villagers present nodded slowly, looked around, and a glimmer of hope gradually arose in their hearts.
From their eyes, Su Huaiyue saw the belief of returning.
"Since everyone has decided to continue, let's roll up our sleeves and get to work!"
Su Huaiyue raised her voice, encouragingly.
After a brief silence, the villagers picked up their tools again and continued to plow the fields.
Wei Che was still the one who worked the hardest. He tirelessly helped push and pull the plow, creating a powerful rhythm.
As the night deepened, dim lights began to light up in the distant villages.
On this small piece of land, people work together and water the soil with their sweat.
Among their busy figures, there is a tacit understanding between a family and a village that advances and retreats together.
As the night deepened, everyone was exhausted from work.
[Ding! You successfully led the villagers to plow the land, and the system rewards you with 100 bags of wheat seeds.]
Suddenly, Su Huaiyue's eyes lit up. It turned out that there was such a reward.
She felt a little sorry when she saw how exhausted everyone was.
Su Huaiyue quickly returned home and took out a large box from the space. Inside was a large bowl of Master Kong noodles that she rarely took out.
When the villagers saw the box in her hand, they gathered around her with curiosity and confusion on their faces.
"Everyone has worked hard. These noodles are the dry food I usually save. Today I will give them to you to try."
Su Huaiyue said with a smile, then began to distribute a bowl of noodles to each person and stuffed a few eggs into everyone's hands.
"What's this?"
Aunt Liu was holding the instant noodles, her face full of confusion.
"This is the instant noodles I bought in town. It doesn't require much preparation. Just soak it in hot water and you're good to go."
Su Huaiyue explained patiently.
"The eggs are laid by the chickens I raise. Let's make do with them for now. I'll figure out something else to do tomorrow."
The villagers followed Su Huaiyue's instructions skeptically and made instant noodles with hot water.
When the aroma of noodles spread in the cool night, the villagers all looked surprised.
“This tastes really good!”
Lao Zhang took a bite and said with satisfaction.
Wei Che held the bowl, frowned slightly, and asked, "Su Huaiyue, how did you get these things?"
Su Huaiyue was slightly startled, then quickly smiled and said, "These are what I usually save. I didn't expect that they would come in handy today."
She cleverly avoided Wei Che's inquiring gaze.
Everyone enjoyed the hot noodles and felt a lot more relaxed.
The villagers present couldn't help but talk about this strange yet delicious food while eating.
Su Huaiyue looked at the elders and fellow villagers in front of him and felt a warm sense of responsibility in his heart.
Before long, everyone had finished all the noodles and eggs. After filling their stomachs, they were more motivated to work.
Su Huaiyue carefully put away the empty box and put away the dishes one by one.
Her action gradually brought a sense of warmth and strength to the villagers.
"Okay, that's all for tonight, everyone. Go back and have a good rest. We'll continue tomorrow."
Wei Che announced, his eyes full of encouragement.
The villagers expressed their agreement, thanked Su Huaiyue and Wei Che for their efforts, and gradually dispersed.
When people walked away, under the bright moonlight, only Su Huaiyue and Wei Che were silently packing up the leftover tools.
As the night deepens, the village becomes quiet and peaceful.
Su Huaiyue put the last bowl into the basket, thinking about tomorrow's arrangements.
She whispered, "I bought these silk cloths from Dongzhou City. I have to sew them quickly tonight so they can be used the day after tomorrow."
Wei Che looked up at her, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes: "What are you buying these fabrics for?"
Su Huaiyue replied calmly, "The climate in the village is warm during the day and cool at night. I want to use these cloths to build a greenhouse. This way, the vegetables we grow won't spoil due to temperature differences."
When Wei Che heard this, a light flashed in his eyes.
"Greenhouse?"
He repeated it, as if savoring the meaning of this new word.
"I've never heard of this idea before."
“I read it in a book before.”
Su Huaiyue explained with a smile, her eyes full of anticipation.
"The book said that people in a certain place used this kind of greenhouse to protect their crops. So I thought, I think our village could use it too."
Wei Che nodded, half in admiration and half in surprise: "I didn't expect you to have such insight."
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