"And me, Xu Zhiqing, and me."
"I do."
The idea that everyone is responsible for a piece of land is a good one.
Don't worry about others being lazy, it's very easy.
It's easy to tell who's not working.
Xu Ningjun sat down, selected eleven people who looked honest and capable, and wrote their names in a booklet.
Tian Aiping squeezed forward from the crowd, "Xu Ningjun, there's me too!"
"Comrade Tian, please don't join in the fun. Reclamation is hard work, and I feel sorry for you."
She feels sorry for her little piece of wood!
Tian Aiping is a woman, not as strong as a man. She had to join in the fun, but she counted as a person and couldn't help.
"you!"
Tian Aiping angrily pushed her way to the front of the crowd and pointed a stubby finger at her nose. "You're just eating your pot and thinking about the bowl. You don't want me to get close to Brother Chuan."
Xu Ningjun used his pen to deflect her fingers. "Comrade Tian, please speak with evidence. I'm not interfering with your after-work intimacy. If you're willing, finish your work quickly every day and go help Comrade Cheng Chuan."
Xu Ning emphasized the four words "lovely and sweet" and glanced at Cheng Chuan indifferently.
But he saw anger in her eyes, as if she would sneer at him in the next second.
"Cheng Chuan!"
Just as if.
Just as everyone dispersed and Cheng Chuan was about to leave, he heard her voice and obediently walked back.
The young educated youth was unhappy again, and his pouting mouth was so ugly that a gourd could be hung on it.
"Cheng Chuan, have you forgotten something?"
"What?"
Seeing that he had forgotten, Xu Ningjun took his hand and said, "Come in and treat your injury."
"Brother Chuan, where are you going?"
Hearing Xu Ningjun calling Cheng Chuan, Tian Aiping came over relentlessly, asking where this woman was going to take Brother Chuan.
"Oh, I'm so sleepy."
Wu Xiaohua stretched lazily and stood in front of Tian Aiping.
Yawning, he reached out and pushed Tian Aiping away and closed the door.
"Tian Aiping, has Cheng Chuan agreed to marry you? If you say something out loud, I might tell Brother Chuan."
Tian Aiping was suddenly scared. She had been telling everyone these days that Cheng Chuan was going to marry her.
Cheng Chuan's mind was not on this, so he didn't know what was going on.
She shrank back and glared at Wu Xiaohua, "You, you dare, I won't talk to people like you!"
"O."
Wu Xiaohua also rolled her eyes at Tian Aiping and peeked into the house.
Those are Ningning and Cheng Chuan, one less sight of them means one less sight of them.
Who knows how long Xu Ningning's kindhearted charity can last? In Wu Xiaohua's heart, people like Xu Ningjun don't belong here.
There is always room for great ambitions, and there is always room for progress.
In the room, Xu Ningjun pursed his lips and praised Xiaohua in his heart.
She got alcohol and cotton swabs and went to the village clinic in the afternoon.
It really opened her eyes. The clinic was so small and shabby that she thought it was an abandoned house.
Fortunately, there was alcohol and cotton swabs in the bottle, so she took some back.
"sit."
Holding his shoulder, Xu Ningjun carefully used an embroidery needle to prick the blood blister on his hand.
Any tiny weed thorns that have pierced the skin or flesh must be picked out.
She couldn't help but frown, it hurt just looking at it.
"Tell me if it hurts."
Cheng Chuan shook his head and said it didn’t hurt.
He is rough-skinned and not that careful.
"Remember to wear gloves next time and don't take yourself so lightly."
"I know."
"You always say you know, but you never remember."
Xu Ningjun hit his arm unhappily, and the muscles on his arm were hard and hurt her hand.
She glared at Cheng Chuan angrily, but Cheng Chuan just sat there obediently, completely unaware of why she was angry.
The young educated youth always have an inexplicable temper.
She sat beside him, getting closer and closer, and the sweet fragrance on her body kept coming to his nose.
Every time Cheng Chuan moved back slightly, she sat closer, puffed up her little mouth and blew air gently into his palm.
The itch is like a feather brushing against my face, and a hundred claws scratching my heart.
He stood up suddenly, and Xu Ningjun was not prepared, and the bench tilted, "Ah!"
She fell to the ground with a thud.
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