Yang Aizhen sent the letter a few days after she arrived at Haowan Village. Calculating the timing, it should be the time when everything she did before leaving the capital took effect.

Qin Hanshu speculated that based on Yang Aizheng's feudal personality, she should have been frightened by the series of unusual changes. She didn't expect that she would have the energy to write to her so quickly.

The content of the letter was normal greetings, and when it came to matters at home, the only thing mentioned was that there had been a thief.

It seems that he didn't suspect her.

However, Hu Wenwen's job was ruined, and Yang Aizhen and the Hu family seemed to believe that it was because of her. In the letter, Yang Aizhen mentioned this matter in a tactful way, and there was criticism between the lines.

Finally, it was said that Hu Wenwen had gone to the countryside, to the Corps Farm of the Red Star Commune, sixty miles away from Haowan Village.

In order to make up for his mistake and ask for Hu Wenwen's forgiveness, Qin Hanshu should take a gift to see Hu Wenwen and apologize to her.

Qin Hanshu crumpled the letter into a ball with an expressionless face.

"Hanshu!" Ma Chaoyang shouted outside Qin Hanshu's cave: "I exchanged an old hen at my fellow villager's house. I'll treat you to some old hen soup today!"

Qin Hanshu walked out, and the old hen in Ma Chaoyang's hand was still jumping around.

Ma Chaoyang grinned and said, "I agreed that I would treat you if you bought a bicycle. I searched the cave for a long time but couldn't find anything good, so I spent seven yuan to exchange for an old hen that doesn't lay eggs."

Qin Hanshu laughed, "I thought you were just joking."

"How can that be possible!" Ma Chaoyang said to the others, "Let's eat together!"

Although Qin Hanshu seemed to be the richest person at the educated youth point, Ma Chaoyang was the most generous, and everyone was used to it.

However, most people took out some food on their own initiative. Although it was not as good as the old hen, it would be enough to make up the number.

However, Ma Chaoyang specifically instructed Qin Hanshu not to take anything out again, after all, he was the one who specially treated her to this meal.

Qin Hanshu also readily agreed.

Liao Yujie was standing at the entrance of the cave, combing her long braids. Seeing this, she said sarcastically, "If you don't know, you might think someone is in confinement after childbirth, an old hen..."

Before she could finish her words, an unidentified object just brushed past the top of her head, and the strong wind made some of her hair stand up.

Liao Yujie turned her head stiffly and found that the unidentified object was a lump of earth as hard as stone. If the distance was a little off, it would have hit her forehead and probably left a bloody hole.

Her teeth trembled as she stared at Qin Hanshu in fear.

"Shut your stinky mouth, or I'll hit you on the head."

After reading Yang Aizheng's letter, Qin Hanshu was already feeling unhappy, and Liao Yujie just happened to walk into the trap at this moment.

Liao Yujie opened and closed her mouth several times, but in the end, she said nothing. She went into the cave with a pale face and never came out again.

Ma Chaoyang and others also heard about what happened that day afterwards, but seeing Qin Hanshu take action with their own eyes today still made them feel different.

Although the male educated youth didn't say it, they actually thought that Qin Hanshu was the prettiest, most gentle and elegant of all the female educated youth.

But at this moment, seeing Qin Hanshu throwing the clod of earth with such efficiency and the icy coldness in his eyes, they all shuddered at the same time.

Only Lin Zhiheng looked at Qin Hanshu in surprise and praised him, "Your aim is quite good. With some training, you might become a good shooter."

In an instant, Qin Hanshu returned to his gentle smile and said, "Thank you."

The others couldn't help but smack their lips in amazement at how smoothly the two faces switched.

Everyone continued to discuss the issue of eating chicken.

Zhang Yao thought about it and suggested, "How about raising them for a few days and eating them after the autumn harvest? I haven't done much work recently, and it would be a waste to eat them so well. Of course, I'm just suggesting it, and it's up to you to decide how to do it."

Ma Chaoyang looked at Qin Hanshu.

Qin Hanshu nodded and said, "I have no objection. Let's eat it when the farming season is over."

Others said they didn't care.

Xue Xinrui had already brought back the chicks from the commune's animal husbandry station. Qin Hanshu built a chicken coop with a fence next to the vegetable field, and other chicken farmers followed suit.

The courtyard is now almost entirely filled with vegetable plots and chicken coops, and it is bustling with the sound of clucking chickens every day.

On the night when she came back from catching the chickens, Qin Hanshu lied that one of her chickens had run away, but in fact she had put the chicken into the space.

The chicken put into the space grew up overnight and laid three eggs every day without fail.

The old hen was temporarily thrown into the chicken coop next to the vegetable garden.

The busiest autumn harvest of the year in Haowan Village is coming soon.

The large rice fields on the riverside plains have matured to a pleasing degree and are waiting to be harvested by sickles.

Before the official harvest, the brigade held a mobilization meeting.

In the threshing ground, the branch secretary also changed into the same short jacket as everyone else, put on a headscarf, and hung a sickle on his waist, and led everyone in shouting slogans passionately.

After shouting for twenty minutes, everyone was assigned tasks and led by the production team leader to work in the fields.

Autumn harvest is a big event, and after harvesting rice, winter wheat must be planted. In order to catch up with the time, everyone in the brigade must participate, even some older girls who usually don't go to the fields have to find work to do.

The educated youth always worked in their own groups and did not mix with their fellow villagers, and this time was no exception.

The educated youth were divided into two groups, male and female. Xue Xinrui was in charge of the male educated youth, while Zhang Yao was in charge of the female educated youth.

Each group was assigned a certain amount of tasks. If they failed to complete them, they would have to work overtime. Even if they had to sacrifice their meal time, they had to complete the assigned tasks within today.

The rice ears were prickly. Qin Hanshu was fully armed. Not only did he wear a long coat and long pants, he also had work gloves on his hands. He also covered his face with a large handkerchief, covering his mouth and nose, leaving only his eyes exposed.

It was a bit hot, but she carried a kettle with her, which was filled with space spring water. She used it to wipe her face from time to time, which also helped to reduce the heat.

Holding the rice stalk with the left hand, pull the sickle along the bottom of the stalk with the right hand, and a handful of rice will be cut off. Put it on the rope made of straw next to it, tie it into a bundle, and then be transported to the threshing ground by a special person.

The entire rice field was filled with the "cha cha" sound of rice being harvested.

"Liao Yujie, what are you doing?"

Zhang Kangmei was the fastest cutter in the group of female educated youth. When she looked back, she saw that although the others were slower, they were all obviously working hard. Only Liao Yujie was working intermittently, lagging far behind the others and obviously slacking off.

Zhang Kangmei couldn't stand lazy people, so she started typing immediately.

"You think I don't know what you're up to? You want to wait until everyone else has finished their work before I help you! You're dreaming! I'm telling you, you can't eat until you finish the work!"

How could Liao Yujie be afraid of Zhang Kangmei, who only knows how to reason? With a spit, she put her hands on her waist and cursed back: "Who do you think you are? Why don't you let me eat?! My waist hurts today and I can't work. What's wrong with that?"

"What?" Qin Hanshu sneered and raised the sickle in his hand. "What do you say?"