Song Yitao went to the fields to water the manure, and the smell made her almost faint. The scorekeeper was a middle-aged aunt, who was strict and scolded her:
"Comrade Song, you must be diligent and pragmatic, and not be lazy. You have been shaking the dung bucket for a long time, but I haven't seen you pour a few spoonfuls of water into it."
Song Yitao felt extremely aggrieved. The smell of manure was really bad. It was not that she didn't want to work hard, but the smell made her feel nauseous.
She was about to explain, but the middle-aged aunt raised her voice again: "Don't quibble, I'm watching."
Song Yitao was so angry that she wanted to kick her aunt over, but she had come to the countryside with little money and no food. If she didn't go to work, she would starve.
Just stay within your means and pour the manure one spoonful at a time.
…
Deng Zhilan, who is guarding the gate of the warehouse.
It was getting late, the sun was getting bigger, and no one came to pick up the tools.
Only then did she leave the warehouse and slowly walk towards home.
The originally deserted house also became brighter.
The roof was repaired, the furniture inside was cleaned, and the window glass was translucent and shiny. It looked like a place where someone could live.
There are only three rooms. Wei Yanzhen and Deng Zhilan live in one room. To the east, their neighbors are the Luo family. To the west, Wei Jinyue lives. Wei's mother-in-law lives in a room alone.
At this moment, Deng Zhilan returned home and sorted out her clothes and quilt.
Wei Yanzhen was also busy on the vast wasteland of the Dongfeng Brigade.
The job he was assigned was to reclaim wasteland.
After starting work, he rolled up his sleeves, bent down, gripped the hoe handle tightly with both hands, raised the hoe high, and smashed it hard on the hard ground.
With a loud "clang", a big hole was smashed into the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
The men working around him were shocked when they saw his movements. They were shocked by his strength and his efficiency.
"My God, youth is the key. It's really powerful."
Beads of sweat gradually dripped from his forehead. Wei Yanzhen wiped the sweat off with a towel and nodded to the villagers with a smile.
He continued to repeat the action of hoeing the ground.
The muscles in his arms were taut and the veins were bulging. He looked extremely sexy under the scorching sun.
Few of the young wives and aunts in the Dongfeng Brigade recognized him. They were tired from work and sat on the ridge to drink water. Three or five of them chattered and discussed:
"Who is that little guy? He's so handsome, why haven't I seen him before?"
A sharp-eyed middle-aged woman smiled and said, "That person was sent down from the Luo family next door. His last name seems to be Wei."
"There was a lot of noise yesterday. You all know the dilapidated house of Uncle Luo. The whole family spent the whole afternoon repairing it!"
When these words came out, the girls' eyes lit up even more. One of the younger ones blushed and said:
"He's so capable. I hope my future man has half his strength."
Another aunt joked: "Don't dream, he is already married and has a pretty wife."
Here, Wei Yanzhen was concentrating on hoeing the fields and didn't notice the discussions around him.
Song Yitao, who was watering manure, was also sitting on the ridge of the field to rest. When he heard the noise here, he looked up and saw Wei Yanzhen's tall figure.
Unfortunately, she was not interested in Wei Yanzhen.
Deng Zhilan looked down on any man she had touched.
…
The scorching sun gradually rose higher and the temperature increased. Wei Yanzhen's clothes were already soaked with sweat and stuck to his back.
With his tireless efforts, the originally barren land gradually showed rows of neat ridges. His workload in one morning was equivalent to that of others in several days.
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