Normally, this place wouldn't be assigned to educated youth, but this year, due to the urgency and fear of rain, speed was the priority. Xie Yan was clearly not the type to be fast, so he was directly assigned here.
Anyway, he can't keep up with the speed, so he's perfect for carrying things here. Here, speed isn't the priority; quality is.
After four years of being sent to the countryside, Xie Yanxia is now a mature veteran of the "sent-down youth" movement. Although the road has been somewhat difficult, it is not insurmountable.
But clearly, Xie Yan overestimated himself; this path was far more difficult than he had imagined!
Along the way, there wasn't a single place where one could rest.
Climbing the mountain is difficult enough, but the rugged and treacherous roads, coupled with the lack of places to rest, make it seem like a hellish work mode.
Fortunately, he had prepared in advance for this thank-you banquet and only carried ten bundles of wheat, whereas he could usually carry eighteen bundles.
With the weight on my back reduced, I was able to do some of the movements that would have been difficult. After dodging and weaving, I finally managed to carry the wheat on my back.
And the most crucial point is to ensure there is no damage; the requirement here is quality.
After crossing the rocky mountain, Xie Yan couldn't wait to get to the resting place left by his predecessors. He plopped down, panting heavily. His clothes were already soaked with sweat, some of which was sticking directly to his skin, making him feel very uncomfortable.
Xie Yan tugged at his shirt, hoping for a cool breeze.
This trip felt even more tiring than carrying it twice elsewhere.
Fortunately, there wasn't too much wheat in the field, and there were quite a few people who came down to carry it. Although Xie Yan only made two trips that morning, the group of six made a total of twelve trips, and they had already carried almost all the wheat in the field.
Thinking that he could finish the job in one more trip in the afternoon, Xie Yan felt his fatigue lessen and was eager to finish the work quickly so he could get some rest.
Perhaps because he was about to carry all the wheat back, Xie Yan's anxiety dissipated. Surprisingly, he ate an extra bowl of rice at lunch this time.
Xie Yan turned his gaze to the bowl in his hand, only to find it completely empty, without a single grain of rice left. He was suddenly surprised to realize that he had eaten the entire bowl of rice.
In that instant, he keenly sensed the change within himself. After all, nothing like this had ever happened in the past.
After the meal, he sat down and calmed down to slowly trace the root of the problem. Gradually, the truth of the problem came to light.
It all stemmed from that fire!
The fire mercilessly devoured that year's harvest, and the villagers' arduous lives thereafter made Xie Yan deeply aware of the importance of food.
Despite government subsidies and the help of villagers from surrounding areas, four elderly people in the village still passed away that winter.
Their causes of death seemed to vary, but in the end, every old man was skin and bones.
Everyone knew the real cause of death for these elderly people, but no one wanted to say it aloud.
No scene could have moved Xie Yan more deeply than this.
It was from that time onward that a deep concern for the food issue quietly grew in Xie Yan's heart.
However, he did not realize at the time that this concern had taken root in his heart. It was only when faced with the emergency of the grain harvest that he was surprised to find that this concern for food had long been deeply buried in his heart.
Realizing this, Xie Yan began to think of a solution, and several ways to "cure" himself flashed through his mind, but in the end, none of them came to fruition.
Food seemed to have become his obsession.
Since we cannot overcome it for the time being, we can only try to fight against it and defeat this inner demon.
Yu Yuehui also noticed that Xie Yan ate an extra bowl of food today, and subconsciously thought it was because of the food. After the meal, she went to the kitchen and told Qian Hong about it.
Qian Hong hadn't paid attention at first, but now that her daughter had mentioned it, she was pleasantly surprised. "Great! I'll cook rice this afternoon; there's still a lot of the rice you brought last time."
"Oh! It's good that your appetite is slowly returning!"
Yu Yuehui agreed. After finishing the thank-you banquet today, there would be no need to work anymore, and she should be able to recover by then.
This is wonderful! Yu Yuehui had a happy expression on her face while working in the afternoon.
Sure enough, after carrying the last load of wheat in the afternoon, there was no need for a thank-you banquet.
However, this thank-you banquet was not a quiet affair either.
Unlike before when he stayed at home every day, this time he went out for a stroll instead of staying home.
He held Chaochao's hand in one hand and strolled leisurely through every field in the village, as if he wanted to rediscover this familiar land.
Every time he met someone, their eyes would curiously fall on him.
After all, Xie Yan isn't someone who likes to go out, so why is he wandering around the fields today?
Almost everyone who bumps into him can't help but ask, "What are you doing here?"
Xie Yan was so tired of hearing about it that his ears were practically calloused. This was another reason why he didn't like going out—the villagers were just too enthusiastic and wanted to get to the bottom of everything.
Fortunately, he had planned ahead for this trip, and his daughter Chaochao became his perfect shield. Whenever someone asked, he would respond with a smile, "My Chaochao insisted on coming here to take a look; kids are very curious."
Chaochao, who didn't understand the adults' scheming, looked at her father strangely, puzzled. It was clearly her father who was coming, so why was she saying that Chaochao was coming?
Although puzzled, Chaochao used her clever little brain and decided to give her father face in front of outsiders, so she said nothing.
After everyone left, she turned around and hugged Xie Yan's leg tightly, tilting her cute little head up with her eyes full of curiosity, and asked in a clear voice, "Daddy, Daddy, you're the one who brought me here, so why did you say I wanted to come?"
Xie Yan looked down at the little guy's puzzled expression and explained earnestly, "Baby, if Daddy says this, they won't keep asking questions."
"Otherwise, they would keep asking Dad endless questions."
"You know, Dad doesn't like going out much, because he's afraid of being bombarded with questions."
Chaochao tilted her little head, her face full of incomprehension.
In her little world, she thought chatting with adults was a really fun thing, so why didn't her dad like it?
Xie Yan gently rubbed her head and said tenderly, "Why are there so many questions?"
"Everyone has different preferences and personalities. There are smart people like you who like to chat with others, and there are people like your dad who don't. Everyone is different."
As he spoke, he stretched out his large, kind hand and gently took Chaochao's small hand in his. "From now on, when you're out in the world, you have to protect Daddy, okay?"
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