After finishing everything, she rubbed her eyes sleepily and fell asleep.
On the other side, Cheng Chuan washed the clothes and brought food to the old lady.
At this time of night, when it was quiet, the old lady could eat in peace without worrying about others seeing Cheng Chuan bringing her food.
So the old lady only allowed him to come at this time.
"Why did you agree to open up the wasteland?"
His hands holding the bowl were shaking, and he couldn't hide it even if he wanted to.
Even his hands, which had been working hard for many years, were covered with blisters. It was easy to imagine what he had been doing during the day.
The old lady sighed with heartache. Her grandson was not a fool, nor was he someone who could be bullied or ordered around.
There must be other reasons for agreeing to it.
"No, nothing, just work points."
"Nonsense, how many points can you get!"
He earned work points every day just to report to Qian Meixiang. In fact, Cheng Chuan didn't care how many points he earned in a day.
No matter how much they take, both he and his grandmother do the same job.
"Tell grandma the truth, is it because of Xu Zhiqing? Xu Zhiqing also went to open up wasteland? Did you accompany him?"
"no."
"What did grandma tell you last time? You two are not the same kind of people. Fate cannot be forced. Cheng Yuanshan is no longer in contact with Xu Zhiqing. Xu Zhiqing doesn't like him. He wants to go home."
Cheng Chuan responded without saying anything.
He knows everything.
But, grandma, he really likes her.
Being able to like her from afar and do everything he can for her already satisfied him.
He is not as good as Zhou Guozheng, and he knows it.
She couldn't read, had a poor family background, and had no money. He couldn't give her what Zhou Guozheng could.
So he didn't want to miss any opportunity to help her.
He was happy to see her happy every day, and he was happy too.
*
"Fuck, this damn weather is killing me."
"Captain, we're not allowed to reclaim wasteland. If it weren't for the extra work points every day, I'd do it damn well."
The two men waved their sickles casually, cursing, saying that the first step in clearing wasteland was to remove the weeds.
Mowing the lawn hurts your hands, and no one wants to do it properly.
"Hush, keep your voice down. The captain's mission was given to Cheng Chuan. Even a fool would do it. We'll just hang out here and earn a few more work points every day. It's a good thing."
In the field, Cheng Chuan was cutting grass with numb hands and feet.
Some put on airs, dawdling, pretending to work, while others simply sat on the ground, fanning themselves with their straw hats.
I looked at him with contempt and ridicule. He was so stupid, working so hard.
There were thirteen people reclaiming wasteland in Yichui, and one of them was Tian Aiping.
The eleven people were just slacking off. Tian Aiping put her hands on her hips angrily and said, "What are you doing? The captain asked you to come here to help Cheng Chuan. If you keep doing this, I'll tell the captain."
"Hey, you're still telling tales. Go ahead and ask who's willing to do this lousy job. I'm not going to do it anymore, and he'll have to beg me to do it!"
"That's right, he's the one who did the good things, working hard to reclaim wasteland. How awesome! We're here to accompany the master to study!"
Cheng Chuan pretended not to hear. He didn't like dealing with people.
He would finish as much as he could by the time of the autumn harvest. He did not promise the team leader that he would definitely finish it.
"you!"
Tian Aiping was furious, "This is a good thing for everyone!"
"Haha, that's a nice thing to say. Who's begging him... Ouch!"
As the man spoke, he felt a sudden pain in his back. A stone had hit him. He turned around wailing, "Who hit me?!"
"If you don't want to do it, get out."
Hearing her voice, Cheng Chuan stopped what he was doing.
The little man stood on the edge of the field, looking down at the place. The midday sun shone on her, and her hair was like clouds.
There was a hint of coldness in his eyes, and he looked disgusted as if he had seen something dirty.
When the men saw that it was her, they touched their noses and sighed, not daring to say anything more.
Although the villagers did not despise the educated youth, they were also a little afraid of these intellectuals.
Not to mention that he had just become a scorekeeper, so no one dared to offend him.
In the morning, Xu Ningjun got up early and went to the black market to sell things. The basket of mushrooms and ginseng sold for 40 yuan each, and he also got three pounds of meat coupons and five pounds of grain coupons.
She was in a good mood. When she arrived, she saw him standing under the scorching sun. Sweat soaked his clothes and dripped down his wheat-colored skin. The muscles on his arms bulged.
His black hair was wet, as if washed by sweat.
In this weather, it's hard to breathe if you stand outside for a while in the middle of the day.
Xu Ningjun frowned distressedly, "Cheng Chuan, come here, I brought you something good."
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