Chapter 11: Bitten in the Cornfield
Fu Jingyou thought that the educated youth from the city were ignorant of the different grains and didn't even know whether rice was grown in paddy fields or in mountainous areas.
Lu Miao snorted softly, "Who are you looking down on?"
She has never farmed, but she has grown flowers. Isn't this the same as cooking in the kitchen?
Dig holes, sow seeds, and apply fertilizer.
The process of taking the food from the wok, heating the oil, and frying until fragrant is similar.
The wild grass swayed, the wind blew gently, and the cuckoo's call could be heard along the way.
Lu Miao walked for a while humming an unknown tune, and suddenly asked curiously, "Isn't the land on the west side closer if we go through the village? Why did you turn here?"
The back mountain is not very high, and you can reach the land on the west side by going around it, but the prerequisite is that you have to "go around it".
Fu Jingyou did not answer this question, but only reminded Lu Miao that "we're here", then avoided Lu Miao and walked briskly towards the western slope with the load on his shoulder.
"Strange person."
Lu Miao muttered and looked away at the cornfield beside him.
The mountains are nested in circles, looking a bit like terraced fields, but they are dry land, not paddy fields.
Corn was planted in the high ground and peanuts were planted in the low ground. Her task was to weed three acres of land in the morning, and she would get four work points if she completed it.
When they came, the uncles and aunts said that the mountain land was small, one piece of land was one mu, and three mu of land was not much, so they asked Lu Miao to work hard.
Lu Miao believed it, but when she looked at the three terraced plots of land, she really wanted to faint.
Isn't this much?
It’s a lot, okay!
Lu Miao had already started to back down in her heart. She was sure she couldn't finish so much, but her strong will wouldn't allow her to give up before she even started.
So, under the mottled shadows of the trees and the sunlight, Lu Miao started to work reluctantly with a sad face.
She could recognize the fruits of crops, but she couldn't recognize most of the things in the nursery. When weeding, she could only distinguish between seedlings and weeds based on how neatly the crops were planted.
When passing members see this, they will occasionally stop and praise, "Well done."
Lu Miao deduced that she probably didn't damage the corn seedlings.
But those members were also annoying because every time after praising her, they would laugh at her and say that she was slacking off and that she would have to wait until tomorrow morning to finish the work.
Lu Miao was very angry.
The mountain is out of the range of the forest, and there are only one or two thin mulberry trees about two meters tall on the ridge of the field on one side.
As the sun got higher, the shadows of the trees in the field became smaller and smaller. Lu Miao did not have a sun hat, and in order to save food rations, the educated youth camp only opened fire at noon and at night.
She hadn't eaten breakfast in the morning and had been exposed to the sun for so long that white spots appeared in front of her eyes and she felt uncomfortable all over.
Lu Miao slowly squatted down with the hoe in his hand, wanting to sit down and rest for a while, but his other hand pressed on something, and he felt a sharp pain in the palm of his hand, as if he was pricked by dozens of needles.
He let out a hiss and suddenly pulled his hand back.
The palm of his hand was slightly red, without any minor wounds, but the pain continued to spread.
The pain made the hairs on the back of Lu Miao's neck stand up. She scratched it subconsciously, but the pain became more obvious. She couldn't help sobbing and choking, and tears welled up in her round, dark eyes.
Fu Jingyou was delivering the second load of fertilizer to the cotton field in the west. When he passed by the corn field, he subconsciously glanced at the field.
Seeing the girl sitting on the ground, he just thought Lu Miao was tired and didn't take the slower pace too seriously.
When I was about to leave, I suddenly heard the girl's delicate humming sound, as if she was crying.
Fu Jingyou hesitated for a moment, then stood on the path and said:
"If you're tired, just find a place to rest for a while. Why are you crying?"
The little girl didn't say anything, but her humming became louder.
Fu Jingyou put down his burden and stepped into the cornfield with his long legs. "What's wrong with you?"
"Something bit me!"
Lu Miao raised his head and looked at Fu Jingyou with red eyes. His delicate white face was wrinkled like a bun, and his rosy lips were bitten even redder.
It was fine when no one asked, she might be able to just shed a few tears and be fine, but now that Fu Jingyou was questioning her, she suddenly couldn't hold it in anymore, and tears fell down.
Lu Miao started to cry, "It hurts...!"
Fu Jingyou paused, at a loss for a moment.
But Lu Miao was crying so sadly and pitifully. His Adam's apple slid up and down, and he slowed down his steps and approached Lu Miao, "What bit you?"
Lu Miao's hand was resting on her chest. Fu Jingyou grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand over, then asked in a calm voice:
"Where did you bite?"
Lu Miao pointed to his palm, "Here..."
The little girl had very fair skin and her palms were pink and tender. Fu Jingyou took a look and saw nothing, so he asked her:
"Is it just painful or what?"
"It hurts!" Lu Miao sniffed and answered in a sobbing voice, her voice as delicate as a spoiled child. "It's a little itchy, and it hurts even more when I scratch it. It's right here!"
Lu Miao sobbed and spoke incoherently: "I feel more and more pain!"
There was no wound on Lu Miao's palm, but after listening to her description, Fu Jingyou was basically sure that something was causing trouble.
"Where was it bitten?"
Lu Miao pointed to his side, and Fu Jingyou stood up and walked past Lu Miao, searching among the corn seedlings and weeds. But after a while, he pulled his hand back with a hiss.
"What's wrong?" Lu Miao's long eyelashes were covered with tears. She was so nervous that she didn't even care about crying. "Were you bitten too?"
Fu Jingyou pulled back his hand. He was hit on the base of his left hand and the back of his index finger.
Unlike Lu Miao's situation, a large number of bumps soon appeared on his skin.
Lu Miao was shocked. "What's going on? Yours is even worse than mine!"
Being stung by a jackfruit feels the same, except that the skin texture on the palm and back of the hand is different.
Fu Jingyou rubbed the area of his palm with numbness and pain, and corrected her in time:
"It's not a bite, it's a sting."
After groping back to the place where he was stung, Fu Jingyou found the culprit behind the weeds - a emerald green thorn with small egg-yolk-colored thorns.
"Eh..."
Lu Miao got goose bumps all over his body and moved back screaming.
She is not afraid of snakes or centipedes, but she really cannot accept things like earthworms and caterpillars.
Seeing that she was afraid, Fu Jingyou took the leaf further away and asked in a low voice:
"Does it still hurt?"
Fu Jingyou asked this question even though he knew the answer.
Anyone who grew up in the countryside knows that being stung by a jackfruit will cause pain for several hours.
If the sting covers a large area, it can take away half of the life.
As expected, Lu Miao's eyes misted up, and his lips trembled and quickly deflated, "It hurts!"
It's burning and hurts more than a needle prick.
She had been injured in the past eighteen years, but the pain she felt was nothing compared to the pain she was experiencing now.
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