I have to go to work the next day.
Zhou Yian struggled to get up. He had been exercising quite a lot in the past two days.
When I came back yesterday, I cleaned the kitchen with Song Songbai again.
I was so tired after cleaning that I watched Song Songbai busying around, going to the back mountain to chop firewood, and fetching water to make a fire.
She is so hardworking, unlike her, who is just a useless person.
But now the salted fish is on the fire and can only jump over.
We have to work early in the morning.
The end of September is indeed the busy farming season, and the people in Gejiazhuang have already harvested all the beans.
We are harvesting corn now.
When harvesting corn, first cut the corn stalks with a sickle. Do not stack them. Put about six ridges in a pile, and then break the cobs together. This is relatively fast.
Village chief Ge assigned Song Songbai to the team that cut corn stalks. This job was obviously hard and somewhat dangerous.
So Village Chief Ge sent his third son Ge Qiuze to teach Song Songbai.
Zhou Yian looked over from a distance and saw the two people glowing like two light bulbs, but she felt that Song Songbai's face was a little dark.
Zhou Yian was assigned to the stick-breaking team. She was the daughter-in-law of Village Chief Ge and also the women's director of Gejiazhuang's group.
Hold the corn stalk with your left hand, twist it with your right hand, and pull hard. Put the broken corn into a sack and transport it in a pile.
It's simple, yes. Because the corn is cut down and broken, there's a breeze when you break it, which makes it cooler and more enjoyable, but it's easy to miss some of the corn.
Of course, it is not acceptable to leak the corn, so the person who breaks the corn must be careful.
My waist hurt after bending it for a while, and my hands not only hurt but were also itchy from the corn silk.
Who knows that every grain of rice on the plate is the result of hard work?
I didn’t have a deep understanding of this sentence before, but now I know that it is really hard.
One morning, I was breaking corn. Although I wore gloves, my hands still hurt.
It took less than two sacks.
Zhou Yian was a little discouraged. If she continued to rely on work points, she would starve to death.
He returned to the educated youth compound in a dejected mood.
What greeted her was a bowl of noodles that obviously had a lot of eggs added to it.
Song Songbai's craftsmanship is quite good.
It was already a bit difficult to hold the chopsticks in his hand, so Zhou Yian took a spoon from the room and scooped up a spoonful of food.
Very delicious.
It tastes fresh and smooth.
All the resentment of the morning was dissipated in this bowl of noodles.
Song Songbai watched Zhou Yian recover as he wished, and breathed a sigh of relief. "I've boiled a pot of hot water. If you feel uncomfortable, you can wipe yourself off, and then take a nap."
He himself doesn't need hot water in this kind of weather. He took a cold shower after coming back at noon. However, girls still can't use cold water and should be more careful.
Zhou Yian was really touched and looked at him with her big watery eyes, "Song Zhiqing, how can you be so kind?"
Song Songbai smiled and started to clean up the dishes, "Go quickly."
After wiping my body, changing my clothes, and lying on the bed to prepare for a good nap, there was a knock on the door.
Ah, I don’t want to get up and drive.
"It's not locked, come in yourself."
Song Songbai pushed the door open himself and frowned, "Didn't you buy a lock? Why don't you hang it up?"
"Got it. I'll hang up later." Why is Song Songbai a little nosy?
Seeing her somewhat impatient expression, Song Songbai swallowed the words in his mouth.
He picked up a stool and sat beside the bed, "Hand."
Zhou Yian stretched out his left hand.
"Right hand."
"oh."
Zhou Yian looked at Song Songbai's somewhat indifferent profile and carefully applied ointment on her hands.
The grass-colored ointment is cool and feels very comfortable when applied on my slightly red and swollen hands.
"Song Zhiqing, this ointment feels so good." Zhou Yian leaned forward with a smile, "Where did you buy it? Why haven't I seen it before?"
“I made it myself.”
"Oh my god, you're so amazing! You know everything!" she began to praise him profusely. "I admire you so much."
Song Songbai's cold face softened a little, "Okay."
He stood up and said, "Go to sleep."
Zhou Yian stared at his back in a daze.
Hey, you have a bad temper.
PS: Actually, our An An is a bad girl. She doesn’t cherish the guys she flirts with.
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