Not to mention Chen Jing's incredibly shocked expression, Jian Dan, Lin Dongfang, and the others who weren't too close were laughing uncontrollably. What a bunch of clowns!
Imagine the embarrassed expressions on Chen Hongli and Du Xiuling's faces, and Mingzhu couldn't help but laugh out loud again.
Perhaps because the two of them were usually too pretentious and offended too many people, no one went to comfort them this time. The educated youth were just watching the show, and for a moment the scene was filled with laughter. Chen Hongli and Du Xiuling were so angry that their faces turned red. They wanted to turn around and leave, but when they thought of the pitiful amount of food in the kitchen, the village chief's blatantly lazy look, and their deficit of work points, their feet felt like they were rooted to the spot and couldn't lift them.
Fortunately, everyone just watched the spectacle, laughed for a while, and then stopped paying attention, since they all had their own tasks to do that day and hadn't even started yet.
Jian Dan didn't care about that; it was her first day at work, and she was still thinking about her kids at home.
The tools were incomplete; they came in all sorts: pointed shovels, flat shovels, two-pronged forks, three-pronged forks, four-foot forks, pickaxes—you name it.
Jian Dan held a pointed shovel, which was supposed to be a handy tool for turning over soil. However, the tip of the shovel was cracked in two places. He had to find the right direction to apply force, otherwise the cracks might get bigger and bigger from the hard soil. With Jian Dan's strength, the shovel might be half broken by the time he returned the tool.
Before even starting, Jian Dan let out a deep sigh; last year's tools weren't in such bad shape.
Yesterday I was just thinking about whether or not to try to contact that person, but now it seems I really have to give it a try. As for this tool, not to mention whether it can be used or whether I can get used to it, the main problem is that this thing is such a waste of time. Normally it would be done in one shovel, but with this tool, it takes at least four or five shovelfuls. If I'm not careful, I might even break the tool.
However, this is not something to rush. It will take a few more days to finish turning the soil. Thinking this, he didn't stop working. He tilted the shovel to the side and used the right side of the shovel tip, near the tip, to exert force. It was like tilting the shovel to the right and exerting force to the left. Although the angle was a bit awkward, it wasn't a big problem for Jian Dan.
Turning over the hard soil and breaking up large clods of earth wasn't particularly strenuous work for her, but it was essentially repeating the same few movements over and over time, causing her arms and legs to ache.
She was strong, tireless, and single-mindedly focused on finishing her work early so she could go home and see her child. Lin Dongfang could only watch helplessly as Jian Dan swung her arms faster and faster, getting further and further away from them.
"How could she be so fast?"
He was somewhat stunned; he knew Jian Dan was strong, but this was still a bit unexpected.
"I never realized she worked so hard!"
In contrast, Mingzhu, who had been surprised at first, clearly accepted it well.
"What's the big deal? Finishing early means going home early. It's normal to be in a hurry. Look at others,"
Looking around, sure enough, the villagers not far away were all working hard. Even the few educated youths nearby, though not very skilled, were also working hard, clearly wanting to finish early and go back to rest.
It's not too bad to work this season. The sun isn't too strong, there's open space all around, no corn leaves scraping your skin, and the air isn't stuffy or stagnant.
But the same thing is true: in spring, the wind is strong. When a gust of wind comes, there is nothing to hide from. Dust, sand, and even debris, stones, and grass stalks on the ground will all stick to your face. If you are not careful, you will have a mouthful of sand.
When I got home at night, my body and head were covered in sand and dirt.
However, the old farmers have adapted to this level of labor intensity. The work is not difficult; as long as you are willing to put in the effort, you can even chat and laugh, so it doesn't interfere with either task.
The educated youth caught in the middle of Lin Dongfang and them reacted completely differently.
Ling Weidong and the other two had never done this before, but they were all used to going up the mountain, so they were all in good physical condition. It was their first day on the job, so they had plenty of strength. The three of them were almost as powerful as tigers.
Chen Jing and the others, besides himself, Gu Jianjun and Li Guang were also always running around, so this kind of work was really nothing, and they could all handle it. Chen Jing himself was a little behind, working and stopping intermittently, but Gu Jianjun was fast, turning over a piece of Chen Jing's land in a short while. Chen Jing skipped over the pieces one by one, so he didn't fall too far behind.
Tang Cui kept her head down and worked diligently, and soon her forehead was covered in sweat, which she casually wiped away with her arm.
Wei Shujuan and Su Hong both grew up in the city and had never done this kind of work before. At most, they had dug holes in the yard to play. Today, they were not wearing gloves, and their palms were soon rubbed red by the shovel handle. Before noon, several transparent blisters appeared, which hurt terribly when touched. The two girls bit their lips and tears streamed down their faces.
Wang Hongmei, Chen Hongli, and Du Xiuling, standing nearby, were completely unwilling. Wang Hongmei kept muttering to herself.
"What kind of junk is this? It's all missing teeth, how can it be used?"
"Oh dear, this awful ground, I can't even plow it up, it's so hard. I knew it was easy to plow so quickly, the village chief must have given her the easy-to-plow land."
"Ouch, my hand hurts so much, ouch..."
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The villagers nearby were chatting and laughing, and they also looked this way. From a distance, they could only see the other person's mouth opening and closing. Wang Hongmei couldn't suppress her anger any longer and shouted at them.
"What are you saying? What kind of people are you, always gossiping behind people's backs? If you're so capable, say it to my face!"
This attracted the attention of the nearby villagers, who all turned to look in their direction.
The other educated youth were already exhausted, and now they were also harboring some resentment.
"Is Wang Hongmei a little crazy? The villagers didn't say anything, so why was she yelling at them?"
"Honestly, people are all looking this way. They'll think we've done something wrong!"
The villagers laughed even more unrestrainedly, while the group of people on this side were so embarrassed that they didn't dare to look up. Chen Hongli and Du Xiuling, who were closest, even reached out and pulled her away.
"Hongmei, please stop talking,"
"Shut up! What are you talking about? People are just saying what they want to say, what's it to you? Why are you spouting nonsense?"
With one person on each side holding her, Chen Hongli simply stood on tiptoe and covered her mouth to see what she was going to say. Seeing that things had quieted down, the villagers on the other side stopped paying attention and turned back to their work.
Wang Hongmei struggled to shake off Chen Hongli's hand, spitting twice in response.
"What are you doing? Your hands are filthy, covered in mud and sweat, and you're trying to put them on my mouth?"
"Don't you know anything about right and wrong? What does it matter to you what people are saying about each other? You can strike up a conversation from so far away, but how do you know they're talking about you?"
Wang Hongmei stiffened her neck.
"They're talking about me. Why are they staring at me if they're not going to talk about me? You're such a rude bumpkin!"
The two were so angry that they simply let go of each other.
"Okay, you're so polite. If you're so polite, don't be like other people. You're not even as polite as them. Whether they're polite or not, they all speak quietly. Unlike you, who yells and curses from so far away."
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