As it turned out, Wei Xiangyang was dreaming. Rather than saying he got rid of Fang Zhiyi, it was more like Fang Zhiyi got rid of him. Wei Xiangyang, who was in a team with several other educated youths, felt much more energetic to work. However, it wasn't long before the scorching sun reduced his enthusiasm by more than half.
That sense of superiority and comfort belonging to the children of employees frequently surfaced.
"I bet that this kid's true nature is definitely cunning, lazy, and treacherous." Fang Zhiyi set an example by talking to the villagers while his hands never stopped working. He even had time to observe Wei Xiangyang's side. This time, he didn't need to cause any trouble. Without Fang Xiaoxia's help, Wei Xiangyang's true nature was quickly exposed. While the other educated youths were working at the front, he was slowly swinging his hoe at the back, wiping his sweat and shaking his head. Everyone who saw him couldn't help but shake their heads.
This doesn't look like someone who's actually doing any work.
Fang Zhiyi remembered that in the original story, Wei Xiangyang was quite generous because his family always sent him things, and he had a good relationship with the other educated youth. But she couldn't let him be so comfortable.
Last time he successfully offended the villagers, this time let him offend the educated youth again.
The principle is simple: just bring their interests to the same level.
Sure enough, by the afternoon, the other educated youth who had finished their work early had all left, but Wei Xiangyang's group was still waiting for him. Some people couldn't bear to see him like that, so they picked up hoes and helped him out, and he managed to finish his early work.
But Wei Xiangyang couldn't go back; he still had to go pull the manure cart.
The thought of that pungent smell filled Wei Xiangyang with reluctance, but he was helpless and could only curse Fang Zhiyi over and over again. As a result, he did not pay attention to his footing while walking and tripped over a stone. He was carrying the rag of the cart on his shoulder, and when he fell down, the dung cart also tipped over, spilling out all the dung. Half of Wei Xiangyang's body was soaked in the dung water.
He shouted, startling many people.
Fang Zhiyi arrived quickly, because he hadn't left at all. Looking at Wei Xiangyang, who reeked of filth, Fang Zhiyi suppressed a laugh: "You're not happy about pulling a manure cart? You're so resistant to labor?"
He summed up the nature of the accident in one sentence.
The villagers nearby began to criticize Wei Xiangyang with disgust. Wei Xiangyang shook his hands, feeling nauseous, and the excrement flew towards the villagers who came to check. Some people immediately rolled up their sleeves, wanting to beat him up, but ultimately refrained from doing so because they found it disgusting.
In the end, Wei Xiangyang could only pull it again with a long face, and he also had to write a self-criticism to read later.
When he returned to the educated youth settlement that day, everyone kept their distance from him, not for any other reason than that he smelled terrible. Even Zhang Qingqing, who was the least disgusted by him, frowned slightly, which was a huge blow to Wei Xiangyang.
He washed himself outside for most of the night before going to bed.
That night, Fang Zhiyi began to revise Fang Xiaoxia's notes again, making her copy and memorize them at the same time. Fang Xiaoxia was very serious. She found that the knowledge points that she couldn't understand were much simpler when her father explained them, which greatly boosted her confidence.
Wei Xiangyang still hadn't woken up when it was light. If his teammates hadn't woken him up for fear of delaying the progress, he probably would have slept until noon.
His mental state also caused him to work even slower today; while everyone else had finished, he hadn't even completed half of his work.
Several educated youths who had eaten his candy had no choice but to pick up their own farm tools and turn around to help him. Wei Xiangyang was happy and even hummed a little tune.
However, after finishing his work, because he had overturned a truckload of sewage yesterday, he had to haul an extra truckload today. Fearing that it would overturn again, Wei Xiangyang hauled the truck very carefully, which meant that it was already dark when he got back.
The third day, the fourth day.
Wei Xiangyang felt extremely tired, and the other educated youth in his group were already dissatisfied with him because they had to do extra work every day.
"Wei Xiangyang, hurry up! If you don't finish, everyone in our group will have to wait for you!"
“I’m working on it, so if you’re just standing there doing nothing, could you help me out?” After a few days, Wei Xiangyang had taken other people’s help for granted.
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