Li Dafu kicked him in the butt, and Zhang Desheng almost fell face-first into the mud.
Mud splattered everywhere, and the surrounding villagers burst into laughter...
Zhang Desheng wiped his face and made a pleading gesture: "Uncles, aunts, and grandmas, please forgive me..."
"Then hurry up and go help your old man with the work..."
In an instant, amidst the laughter and chatter, only Zhang Desheng touched his nose and thought, "Oh well, let's just call it entertaining my parents."
His work area was next to Shi Lingheng's, and he said in a low voice, "Someone is asking about the Fu family..."
In just a moment, the next thing he said was "Ouch!"
On the other side, a villager working in the fields sneered, "Old Zhang, your son is really useless. Look at us farmers, he can't even use a hoe properly, and he's even managed to shoot himself in the foot..."
Zhang Desheng grinned, showing no shame whatsoever: "Dad, look at me, I'm not cut out for manual labor. The work points I earn from this one swing of the hoe aren't even enough to cover the medical expenses. I'll go find another job. That cowshed needs cleaning too, why don't I go help there..."
After saying that, he jumped up and left...
Old Zhang shook his head helplessly, and the others laughed and said, "Your son, when it comes to slacking off, no one can compare to him. The cowshed will naturally be cleaned by those reformed elements, so we'll need him..."
Although Zhang Desheng was a scoundrel, the villagers didn't dislike him. They treated him like a disappointing junior. Although he wasn't good at work, he was capable. When several families in the village ran out of food, he risked a lot of danger to get them the life-saving food.
A lazy good-for-nothing like him would have been living in a cowshed in any other village. But the people of Xiangyang Brigade have always remembered their ancestral teachings, helping each other and recognizing that everyone has their strengths and weaknesses. Therefore, they were tolerant of Zhang Desheng.
Even if someone with ill intentions reports him, the people who come to investigate will be refuted by the villagers, making it impossible for them to find any fault with Zhang Desheng.
Everyone in the village knows he doesn't do any farm work, but it's not uncommon for Li Dafu to grab him and kick him into the fields to help out, which has become a source of amusement for the villagers.
Zhang Desheng whistled as he walked towards the cowshed...
Others thought he was being lazy, but he had another purpose for going there.
The makeshift cowshed housed those who needed rehabilitation. At this time, most people had gone to work, leaving only an elderly man with a broken leg, weaving straw mats with his head down. He was unable to work due to his mobility issues, or he was assigned other tasks.
He heard the whistle, looked up, and then continued weaving: "You've come..."
They seemed to take Zhang Desheng's appearance for granted and were not surprised at all.
Zhang Desheng nodded knowingly, cracked two hard-boiled eggs, peeled them, and handed them to him. After he finished eating, he took out a roasted potato from his pocket.
After watching him finish eating, he glanced around the room and saw that nothing was left behind. The eggshells had long since been stuffed into Zhang Desheng's pocket and taken away. He nodded casually and said, "Then I'm leaving... By the way, have the people living in the cowshed caused you any trouble lately?"
The old man's voice was lazy: "With young people around, it's quite lively. They even remember to give me some food."
Zhang Desheng waved his hand, said nothing more, and left.
The man in the cowshed was the Fu family's steward, who had raised two generations of Fu family heads. His status was far above Zhang Desheng's, and Zhang Desheng treated this loyal steward with utmost respect.
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