Chapter 9 is pretty good
Thinking that he and Ren Bingxin were getting along quite well, Lu Miao lazily glanced up at her and said, "Ren Bingxin, I don't mind sharing my benefits with my friends, but I hope my friends are honest and sincere. Do you understand me?"
"Hehe, don't worry!" Ren Bingxin smiled pure and innocently, "I don't like those roundabout things either!"
Lu Miao withdrew her gaze. The sun was glaring, making white flowers flash before her eyes. She urged in a delicate tone, "Hurry up and leave. It's so hot."
"I've been walking fast, okay? It's you who insisted on taking advantage of my shadow's coolness that made me walk slower!"
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In the afternoon, the old educated youth still went to the fields to work on time. Among the new educated youth, the girls got familiar with the people faster, so the house was always lively.
In comparison, the male educated youth may be more concerned with "personality". Except for Liang Shao and Yu Hao, two fellow villagers who would get together to talk, the others were not so proactive, so that after a day or two, the male educated youth were like strangers to each other.
I can take a break in the afternoon and start work officially tomorrow.
Ren Bingxin was chatting animatedly with several other female educated youth in the main room, but she did not mention anything about her work assignments for tomorrow.
Lu Miao was too lazy to even mention it. While Ren Bingxin and the others were chatting, she sat aside, with her hair loose and swept to the side in front of her chest, slowly and fumbling to braid her hair into a pigtail.
After braiding and unbraiding, and unbraiding again, the hair that was removed accumulated into a small clump. Only then did Lu Miao feel that the braid he had created was beginning to look like something real.
She unbraided her hair and was about to go through the process again before stopping when Geng Xiaoyun at the table suddenly said:
"Lu Miao, why do you keep braiding your hair? You've lost so much hair, aren't you afraid of going bald?"
Lu Miao pouted and glared at her unhappily, "What's the matter? Did my hair complain to you?"
Geng Xiaoyun was stunned for a moment, and it took a long time for her to realize what Lu Miao meant. "No, this hair can't talk. Besides, it's your hair, not mine. Why is it complaining to me?"
Geng Xiaoyun smiled carelessly: "I just want you to stop messing with your hair. You look good enough."
The accents of the three northeastern provinces have a boldness that makes it difficult for people to feel disgusted.
Lu Miao snorted proudly, and rarely spoke ill of Geng Xiaoyun.
Of course, it was definitely not because Geng Xiaoyun praised her for being pretty.
Her little face was stern, her chin was held high, and she looked arrogant and lazy, like a beautiful kitten wagging its tail to warn others not to approach or tease her.
Perhaps because she had seen too many strong-bodied women and men, Geng Xiaoyun was particularly attracted to a pretty girl like Lu Miao. She thought every movement and expression of Lu Miao was very charming.
It wasn't enough for her to be curious about it herself, she also waved to others to watch Lu Miao together:
"Look at her, isn't she beautiful?"
The others laughed in unison, with Ren Bingxin's voice being the loudest: "Yes, Miaomiao is the best looking."
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Lu Miao was speechless for a while. He didn't know whether to be angry or not. He simply stomped his feet and went back to the room.
Geng Xiaoyun and the others laughed heartily in the main hall, "See? You're so shy!"
Lu Miao thought angrily: She is not shy.
There was no one in the room. Lu Miao opened the suitcase and took out the small elastic bag from the side pocket.
The banknotes inside were rolled up into a thick roll.
I took them out and counted them. Most of them were worth 20 cents and 1 cent, with a few worth 2 yuan and 10 yuan. All together, they added up to exactly 20 yuan.
There were also some coupons, including two coupons for snacks worth one jin, two coupons for sugar worth one jin, and three coupons for two feet of cloth. The rest were miscellaneous oil coupons and grain coupons, which Lu Miao did not count carefully.
The date of June 9th was marked on the bottom of the dim sum coupon, and Lu Miao guessed that the coupon might have expired.
After careful inspection, Lu Miao found that there was a date on the cloth coupons, but the deadline was the end of the year. He didn't care and just took out the snack coupons separately. He thought about when he would have time and use up those that were about to expire to avoid wasting them.
After putting the money and bills back, Lu Miao thought of something and took out the elastic bag again.
He took out five yuan in change and stuffed it into a corner of the box, while the larger amounts were put back in their original places. Only then did Lu Miao lock the box again.
The bed board was very hard, with several large and small cracks in the middle. It was only covered with a thin sheet, and every time I turned over in sleep at night, it would make a "thump thump" sound.
Pushing the box to the inside of the bed, Lu Miao took off her shoes and climbed onto the bed. In order to avoid rubbing against the rough adobe wall, she lay down carefully on the outside of the bed.
The breeze was gentle, and the rustling treetops blocked the dazzling light.
Under the eaves, the black swallows would return to their nests, then flap their wings and fly away without a trace.
Lu Miao's chest rose and fell regularly, and his breathing was long. Despite lack of sleep, he slept very soundly and sweetly even against the environmental factors.
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When he woke up again, the light outside the window had dimmed, and occasionally low conversations and laughter could be heard outside the door. Lu Miao got up in a daze, put on his shoes and walked out.
The old educated youth had also returned. They had been planting rice seedlings all day and were now washing the mud off their feet on the flagstones of the pond.
After taking a few glances through the gaps in the tree shadows, Lu Miao returned to the main room.
Ren Bingxin and the others were in the kitchen, probably making dinner at this time.
Lu Miao frowned, grabbed a small stool, went into the kitchen and found a corner where he could sit down without getting in the way.
Although the original body had a good background, his family relationships were a mess.
Moreover, this is not her original world. No one will cover for her if something happens. She has to learn some basic survival skills that she had never used before.
She didn't want to have to ask others for help for such a small matter one day in the future.
Ren Bingxin was angry, and Lu Miao watched carefully.
Lu Miao also watched carefully to see how much oil Geng Xiaoyun put in when cooking.
She sat there, her head tilted to one side, then to the other, like a good child who remained motionless after being ordered not to move.
Geng Xiaoyun laughed, cut off a piece of sweet potato stem and stuffed it into the man's mouth, saying as if he was coaxing a child, "Eat it."
The sweet potato was peeled and had a root at the top, which fit perfectly in the hand.
After taking a small bite, it was crispy and slightly sweet. Lu Miao simply held it in his hand and ate it for fun.
Ren Bingxin said, "Miaomiao, Xiaoyun said we should try a hot pot tonight. Everyone contributed rations. You fell asleep just now, so I didn't call you. I just took a potato from under your bed."
Lu Miao nodded, "I understand."
Ren Bingxin added, "I'm afraid you won't be used to it, so I stewed some sweet potatoes in the stove. Do you want to have one too?"
Lu Miao bit the sweet potato stem and nodded again.
"Then I'll get one for you!"
Ren Bingxin put down the tongs, ran out of the kitchen, and quickly came back with a sweet potato.
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