Zhou Rongrong felt that among the five people in the room, except herself, anyone could have taken the bead.

I stayed up so late and then slept very soundly. When I woke up this morning, I felt aches all over my body and my waist felt like it was broken.

"Rongrong, didn't you get enough rest? You have such dark circles under your eyes." Shen Shili asked caringly as he looked at Zhou Rongrong who looked listless beside him.

"Brother Shi Li, I'm so tired. I want to go home." Zhou Rongrong felt her calves were hard and her stomach was aching.

She bent down and cut sweet potato vines all day yesterday, and then it was her third brother who came to help her pick the sweet potatoes to the drying area.

"Then let's go ask the village chief today to see if he can assign you an easier job."

Shen Shili looked at the blisters on his hands, and his shoulders also felt a burning pain.

I don't know when my dad will come to his senses and transfer him back. Thinking of this, Shen Shili glanced at Lin Weiwan who was washing up. It was all her fault.

Zhou Rongrong looked up and saw Shen Shili looking at Lin Weiwan, and her face suddenly turned ugly. Lin Weiwan's existence was an uncertain factor.

Hu Xiaopang and Shen Minghua were taking a nap. Ye Jibai ate a bite of food and then left the educated youth point, and no one knew where he went.

Everyone hurried to go to work. Lin Weiwan returned to the room, glanced at Wang Qiaoyun who was still sleeping, took the bamboo basket and went to the back mountain.

On the ridge of the field, today's task is still to pick sweet potatoes. Shen Shili accompanied Zhou Rongrong to the team leader.

"Captain Zhao, Zhou Rongrong is weak and has no energy. Do you think you can give her an easier job, such as cutting pig grass or feeding pigs?"

Shen Shili took out a pack of Dali Pearl cigarettes from his arms. He just remembered to buy them before leaving.

I feel a pang of pain when I think of the high-end cigarettes that used to accumulate in my home.

Zhao Dezhu looked at the silly boy in front of him and smiled, "Take it back. You want me to make a mistake in broad daylight? And you want to relax? Go home and lie down and relax.

You are here to receive re-education from the poor and lower-middle peasants. Why do you go to the countryside if you are afraid of hardship and fatigue?

Collecting pig grass is the job of the children in the village. If you do it, what will the children do?

I have never seen people as shameless as you. Get out of here and do whatever you have to do."

Shen Shili looked unhappy after being scolded by Zhao Dezhu. He refused to accept the cigarettes offered to him because he did not like them.

"Captain, I...I really can't do this job." Zhou Rongrong shed two tears of grievance, and the tears hung on her face just right. She raised her hands to show Zhao Dezhuo that her palms were covered with blisters, and were red and swollen.

"Don't play that with me. You think the brigade is yours, you can do whatever you want. If you don't go to work, I'll send a scorekeeper."

Zhao Dezhu couldn't stand this girl who cried all the time. She really thought she could stop working by hanging a few kittens.

Shen Shili had no choice but to leave dejectedly with Zhou Rongrong.

In the back mountain, Lin Weiwan was going to hunt some pheasants. Last night, Fatty Shen Minghua and others helped him. He said a few words of thanks, but now he had some free time, so he might as well get some meat.

I picked up a lot of stones along the way, and when I was sure no one was around, I collected some dead trees and put them into the space to burn in the winter when the house was built.

There were no pheasants in sight, but as we walked further and further, we found some fungus and a chestnut tree on the road.

After confirming that there was no one nearby, Lin Weiwan shamelessly stored the entire chestnut tree in the space and buried the pit without leaving any trace.

I felt hungry, so I took out the buns I had bought from the state-owned hotel from the space and ate them.

The autumn wind was blowing and the temperature in the forest was just right. Looking at the thick dead branches on the ground, Lin Weiwan found another path and walked west.

The woods to the west seem emptier, but who knows if there might be pheasants there.

After walking for more than two hours, Lin Weiwan discovered that the hillside not far away was covered with tiny red dots when a breeze blew over it.

I ran quickly down the hillside, and then my feet were empty and I fell down, entering the space at the last moment.

The hanging thing was finally put down. Seeing that it was still more than a meter away from the ground, and making sure that everything was safe, Lin Weiwan placed the bamboo basket in the air and jumped down.

Looking at the cliff that is more than six meters high, I was scared. If there was no space, I would be killed or injured if I fell from the cliff.

After turning around, I found that the red dots I had just seen were no longer visible, and the grass under my feet was at least half a meter high.

After thinking about the direction for a while, Lin Weiwan took a wooden stick and a hatchet from the space, tied them up with a rope, and used a dagger to pull the grass on both sides every two steps to prevent snakes or other things from coming.

Looking up, the trees at the foot of the hill are much taller than those on the surface, and the terrain here gives people the illusion that this is a large hillside with dense forest.

After walking more than twenty meters, Lin Weiwan saw the piles of small red fruits again.

There are more trees on this side of the hillside and there is plenty of sunlight. Sure enough, I was not mistaken, it was ginseng, and a lot of ginseng.

No one had been here for who knows how many years. The ginseng seeds matured and fell to the ground, gradually turning into a .

Looking closely, there are a lot of three-flower and four-palm ones, and even fewer five-leaf and six-leaf ones. It looks like there are at least thirty or so big clubs. (Pi-leaf is the same as Pin-leaf, which is what it is called in northeastern Jilin.) I didn't want to explain it separately, for fear that you might think it was a farce, hahaha.

For such a large area of ​​ginseng, there should be one or two king ginsengs.

Lin Weiwan looked carefully but didn't see anything. He thought that there should be ginseng seeds that had fallen in this field before.

It would be a waste if you only dig out the ginseng on the surface.

Wouldn't it be better if we could move the entire ginseng field, including the soil and ginseng, into this space?

Thinking of this, Lin Weiwan quickly went into the tool room to look for any larger tools.

After looking around, there were either shovels, rakes, hammers, saws, crowbars, wrenches, and pliers... Lin Weiwan walked around the wooden house, looking at the various tools neatly arranged, but he didn't pick any of them to use.

My eyes swept across the ground beside the wall, and suddenly my eyes lit up: steel plate.

Ginseng is usually only a dozen centimeters long, and wild ginseng like this will not grow too long due to the harsh conditions in the wild, and is usually only about ten centimeters.

Including the beard, it is estimated that it will not exceed 30 centimeters. If the soil around it is dug up, it is not impossible to fit the entire bean into the space.

Ordinary people can't do it, but I, who have been drinking spiritual spring water for so long, should be able to do it. If I can't scoop it all at once, I can divide the entire six or seven meter ginseng field into several portions.

All you need is tool steel, a large hammer, and an endless supply of gas.

Once you've made up your mind, you can act. Wearing gloves, you take a shovel from the space and start digging a hole 20 centimeters away from the outermost ginseng.

He dug a half-meter deep pit before stopping, drinking a few sips of spiritual spring water, and picking up the steel plate to start again.

Lin Weiwan touched a few ginsengs, closed his eyes and sensed them, slowly letting his consciousness follow the ginseng stems and leaves downwards. The shape of the short and fat ginsengs in the soil gradually became clear in Lin Weiwan's mind.