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It's so rare.
At first, Zhuang Xiaolan was embarrassed to accept it, but if Chu Zhiqing hadn’t strongly requested it, she would have returned it.
However, the longer she spent with Chu Zhiqing, the more she realized the importance of brushing teeth with a toothbrush.
She really likes cleanliness. Maybe you gave her a toothbrush because you think she is dirty?
After she knew this, she was not angry, but just brushed her teeth more diligently, morning and evening.
only---
Zhuang Xiaolan squeezed the toothpaste carefully, fearing that she would squeeze in too much.
The toothpaste comes in a 90-gram bottle, so even if you are careful, you will use up almost all of it in a month.
Thinking of Chu Zhiqing's clean nature, Zhuang Xiaolan felt troubled. What should she do when the things are used up?
Going into town to buy?
Not to mention that going into the city was something that only the quartermaster of the educated youth team could do, she couldn't buy a ticket without one.
Zhao Aiguo casually wiped his face with a towel, then rubbed his teeth with the towel, and the simple teeth cleaning was almost completed.
Seeing his daughter brushing her teeth with a look of deep resentment, he smiled:
"Hey, you are still imitating the city people in using toothpaste. We ordinary people can't afford this stuff. Listen to your father's advice and use it up. Don't accept such expensive gifts in the future."
He didn't know who gave this thing to his daughter, and when he asked her, she stammered and said that a friend gave it to her.
Now he knows his daughter is dating someone. He probably thought it was given to him by his boyfriend.
However, they were just in a relationship, and he didn't want his daughter to accept such an expensive gift from the other party.
"Hmm---" Zhuang Xiaolan nodded.
After washing up, Zhuang Xiaolan went into the kitchen to prepare breakfast.
Breakfast is very simple. Just steam the sweet potatoes from last night and eat it with hot water. That’s it.
There is a convention.
On weekend nights, the brigade would cook a big pot of rice on a regular basis and the whole village would eat together.
At that time, everyone could eat as much as they wanted, but usually, they had to eat carefully.
Because the public grain distributed on time was very little, almost half of it was supplied to the people in the city.
In order to avoid starving to death, I have to live frugally.
***
Chu Qi had just recovered, and Captain Wang was worried that he would get hurt again from overwork. So on the first day of work, Captain Wang assigned Chu Qi a lighter job: harvesting rice.
Compared with other men who were busy carrying rice and had their shoulders rubbed and sore, this job was indeed quite easy.
Chu Qi's fingers had delicate skin and were afraid of rubbing the flesh, so she wrapped her fingers with cloth strips several times before starting to work.
The weather is very hot today, and the scorching sun is burning the earth.
Chu Qi mingled among a group of working people, working hard.
On the surface, she is a pretty boy who looks frail, but in fact, with the power of the system, she is twice as strong as an ordinary man.
Although it was her first time doing this kind of work, Chu Qi still felt quite relaxed.
An hour later, the cook came with a cart bringing water to everyone.
Everyone stopped working, took a break and drank water.
Chu Qi got the water, walked under a shady tree and waited for a while before starting to drink.
She tilted her head back slightly, revealing her delicate Adam's apple, which slid up and down as she drank water.
Captain Wang came over and looked at Chu Qi with a look of satisfaction:
"I didn't expect you to stick with it. Looks like you're almost recovered, right?"
Chu Qi was about to say "yes" when she suddenly thought of something and lowered her head and coughed a few times:
"It's OK.....except that my head still hurts a bit, nothing serious."
Captain Wang, who was about to arrange Chu Qi to move the rice, said: "......"
Okay.
Captain Wang regretfully gave up the idea of asking Chu Qi to move the items as he was worried that Chu Qi would faint again.
"Work hard and earn more work points!"
Captain Wang gave some encouragement, put his hands behind his back, and strolled away to check on the progress.
After a day's work, this busy harvesting activity came to a successful conclusion around four o'clock in the afternoon.
Those who are responsible for harvesting rice can go home early.
In fact, there were very few educated youth who could do the heavy work of carrying rice, because most of them were high school students.
It is normal that you cannot carry anything on your shoulders or with your hands.
Therefore, most of the educated youth were arranged to be harvested by Captain Wang.
Most of those responsible for transporting the rice are strong and healthy men in the village, ranging from eighteen to fifty years old.
The educated youth from the south were also among those who could not be picked.
After a day's work, Nan Zhiqing was walking home when he ran into Chu Qi. He asked curiously:
"Student Chu, did you also work for a day like us?"
Chu Qi pressed down her straw hat to block the side with strong sunlight, and tilted her head slightly, "Yeah."
"How does it feel?"
The educated youth Nan was both excited and regretful.
What’s exciting is that Chu Qi, the “young master”, finally got to work.
It’s a pity that the most tiring part of harvesting and transporting has just ended.
It ended early!
This is so unfair.
"Very tired." Chu Qi: "Fortunately it's over today."
Nan Zhiqing: “Hehe, yes.”
***
It was still early, so Chu Qi did not go into the kitchen to cook.
He went into the room, took out two potatoes and stuffed them into his trouser pockets, took a matchbox and pine bark from the kitchen, and also put the salt and iron pipe into his pockets.
Chu Qi was secretly looking forward to whether her trap last night would yield any reward.
After thinking about it, Chu Qi did not go alone. Instead, he spent ten minutes looking for Zhuang Xiaolan and asked her to go with him.
"I haven't cooked yet---" Zhuang Xiaolan didn't want to refuse her boyfriend, but she really couldn't get away.
Just when she was about to give up with regret.
Zhuang Aiguo walked over uncoordinatedly: "Go if you want to, your father can cook."
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