Zhou Xiaoran and Qin Jianing were the taller ones among the female educated youth. It was thought that these two were strong, so Hou Tianbao was assigned to their group.
As a result, when we set out.
Hou Tianbao pulled hard in the front, and the two female educated youth in the back pretended to push the cart, but it didn't move at all.
Old Feng, the chef in the kitchen, happened to come out of the tent. When he saw this scene, he couldn't help but laughed.
When he smiled, many people came out to watch the fun.
Hou Tianbao was seen pulling desperately in front, but the cart just wouldn't move. Hou Tianbao turned around helplessly and said, "Two ladies, can you please give it a little more strength?"
Someone started to make a noise:
"Tianbao! Can you do it? No, let's change someone!"
Hou Tianbao didn't want to lose face, so he glared at Zhou Xiaoran and Qin Jianing, the two female educated youth, and said sternly: "Put more strength and watch your step! Go!"
Zhou Xiaoran glanced at Qin Jianing and said unhappily:
"I didn't eat just now!"
Qin Jianing snorted: "Don't blame me, you didn't use any strength just now! Don't think I don't know."
The hemp rope was tightened again, the veins on Hou Tianbao's neck bulged, and his thin face turned red.
This time, the two female educated youth finally put in some effort.
The cart started moving.
There was laughter behind me.
When they arrived at the field, Zhou Xiaoran and Qin Jianing sat on one side of the cart, saying that they didn't have the strength to deliver water anymore.
Hou Tianbao had no choice but to call on people nearby to come and drink the mung bean water themselves.
He himself walked away carrying two large kettles.
Zhou Xiaoran sat on the cart, waving her hands, slapping mosquitoes and wiping her tears.
She knows how hard it is to go to the countryside.
But I didn’t expect it to be so bitter!
We haven’t even gone to the fields to harvest the wheat yet!
Her gloves fell off on the way here. After she fished them out, the white gloves were covered in mud and water and could not be worn anymore. Zhou Xiaoran got angry and threw them away.
As a result of throwing the ball, the hand that was not wearing a glove was covered with bloody wounds from being pierced by wheat thorns. The back of her hand, wrist, face, and all the exposed skin were covered with large lumps from mosquito bites.
Zhou Xiao then regretted it.
Shouldn't have thrown away that glove.
Qin Jianing on the other side did not cry. She just sat quietly on the cart, leaning against the big water jug with her body sore, looking at the rain and fog in front of her with confused eyes.
I don’t know what I’m thinking.
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