Chapter 1001 Chu Song's face turned pale
"Chu Xianxian, I'm warning you one last time, are you ready?"
Chu Song pulled the quilt over his head, pretended not to hear, turned over and continued to sleep.
"Good, very good." Ye Xiuzhi laughed out of anger and said two good words in a row. Chu Song pricked up her ears to listen to the movement outside the door, but there was no sound. She was wondering if her mother had changed her personality today and was so easy to deal with.
The next second, the door was opened from the outside.
Ye Xiuzhi lifted Chu Song's quilt without saying a word and slapped him on the butt.
Chu Song was stunned for two seconds, covering his buttocks with shame and anger: "Mom!"
"What do you mean by mother? Where did you learn that? I'm your mother! Get up and work!"
"Oh my, I'm not feeling well. I have a headache."
Ye Xiuzhi sneered: "The day before yesterday, I had a stomachache, yesterday I had a backache, today I have a headache, and what about tomorrow? What else do you want to do?"
Chu Song replied in a low voice: "I still want to eat meat."
Ye Xiuzhi glared at her fiercely and raised her hand to slap her. Before the slap could land, Chu Song started howling, "Mom, stop hitting me, stop hitting me! It hurts!"
It was obvious that not even a hair was touched, yet there was such a big fuss.
Ye Xiuzhi was both angry and amused: "Hurry up and get up. You eat and sleep all day long. None of the piglets in the team are as comfortable as you."
Chu Song raised her head, trying to awaken her motherly love: "Mom... Mom, I really don't feel well..."
"There's no point pretending to be sick, and there's no point calling for help," Ye Xiuzhi said cruelly. "You have to go to the fields to work today. If you delay any longer, you won't even have breakfast!"
That won’t do!
Although the sweet potato porridge only had sweet potatoes but no porridge, and the red oil pickles only had vegetables but no oil, at least they could fill their stomachs and not go hungry. There were six people in the Chu family including her, and if they went too late, there would not even be sweet potatoes.
Thinking of this, Chu Song didn't dare to delay any longer and rushed straight to the kitchen.
Only the eldest sister-in-law, Chai Xueqi, was in the kitchen. Because she was pregnant, she hadn't been out of the field during this period. Instead, she was helping with housework at home. "Little sister, why did you get out of bed today? Are you feeling better?"
"Yeah, I feel better. Sister-in-law, you guys have finished eating so early? What about me?"
morning?
Chai Xueqi's mouth twitched. Her sister-in-law was extremely shameless. She didn't want to work, so she pretended to be sick at home for half a month. Only her family was willing to take care of her and turn a blind eye.
She took a deep breath and said, "I'm keeping it. Mother specially left it for you. In this family, you are the one that mother loves the most."
Chu Song shook his head and sighed, "I'm no longer the little darling of the family. I'm about to become a cabbage in the field."
Chai Xueqi: “…”
She brought out the steaming sweet potato porridge from the pot and thought sourly that her mother-in-law Ye Xiuzhi seemed to scold her sister-in-law every day, but in fact she doted on her little girl the most.
Look, there’s nothing but white rice underneath. No one else has this treatment.
Chu Song sweetly called out: "Sister-in-law~"
Chai Xueqi felt that something was wrong. When her sister-in-law spoke, she must be up to some bad idea.
"You do housework at home every day. Aren't you tired?" Chu Song approached and said with a playful smile, "You're still pregnant. How about I stay home and help you with the housework?"
Chai Xueqi didn't believe that she was so kind-hearted. She just didn't want to go to the fields to work and was making up an excuse!
She was thinking softly and was about to say something when she saw Ye Xiuzhi walk in with a dark face and drag Chu Song out of the door.
"Don't even think about it! Your father has already arranged work for you today. I'll take you there after breakfast."
Chu Song cursed softly.
Ye Xiuzhi turned around and asked, "What are you mumbling about?"
"What can I expect? Labor is the most glorious thing."
Ye Xiuzhi frowned.
She didn't know there was a word called "sarcastic" in the world, but she instinctively felt that her daughter's mouth was like poison, so it would be better for her to remain silent.
Chu Song held the sweet potato porridge in his hand and sighed as he ate. He glanced at Ye Xiuzhi who was feeding the chickens and sighed again.
She had inexplicably traveled through time a month ago. The original owner was also called Chu Song, nicknamed Xianxian. She was only seventeen years old this year, and her height and appearance were exactly the same as hers.
To be precise, she traveled through a book, and the book she traveled through was "The Richest Man in the 1970s" written by her arch-enemy.
The heroine in the book is naturally her mortal enemy Xiang Baoshu, who has risen from an educated youth in the countryside to the richest man in the country, with sparks and lightning all the way, and her career is thriving.
Chu Song is the little village girl Xiang Baoshu met when she went to the countryside. The book is told from Xiang Baoshu's perspective. Chu Song has only read the first three chapters. Although she doesn't know the subsequent plot, she saw the comment with the most likes!
[This is so satisfying, wow, a top-notch female supporting role like Chu Song deserves this fate, hehehe, go ahead and bully her.]
There were a lot of weird laughs and comments below.
This shows how disgusting and miserable she is in the eyes of her mortal enemy!
Chu Song was so angry that he typed out a 500-word reply. But just as he was about to send it, his eyes went dark and when he opened his eyes, it was 1975, three months before Xiang Baoshu went to the countryside.
The original owner was greedy and ate too many poisonous wild fruits in the mountains, which caused food poisoning. He died and was replaced by Chu Song.
From a wealthy second-generation with plenty of free time, Chu Song was reincarnated as a village girl in the 1970s. If she wasn't afraid of death, she would really want to find a small river to start over.
She was depressed, and the original owner had food poisoning and was sick in bed for several days.
Of course, she pretended to be sick for the next half month in order to avoid working in the fields.
But he could not escape the fifteenth day, and was still captured by Ye Xiuzhi, who could not bear to watch him, and forced to serve as a soldier.
"Behave yourself when you get to the fields. Although your work points are not needed at home, it's not okay for a girl to lie in bed and be lazy all day!" Ye Xiuzhi took Chu Song to the fields and kept nagging her all the way.
"Did you hear that?"
Chu Song said weakly: "I heard it."
Ye Xiuzhi was in charge of the family's food rations and money. Chu Song could act like this or make a fuss, but he didn't dare to really offend her.
Seeing her face full of despair, Ye Xiuzhi felt sorry for her and secretly stuffed her with a handful of roasted pumpkin seeds and a few dried sweet potatoes.
"Eat a snack if you're hungry, but remember to go home for lunch at noon. Don't eat anything you shouldn't eat outside. Remember?"
"I'll remember!" Chu Song smiled immediately, "Thank you, Mom. Oh no, thank you, Mom. You're so kind."
Ye Xiuzhi was smiling kindly one second, and the next second she was performing Sichuan Opera face-changing, threatening viciously: "Don't even think about sneaking around. If you dare to sneak off to the mountains to play, I'll break your legs when I get home!"
Chu Song: “…”
After giving her instructions, Ye Xiuzhi left in a hurry. She still had work to do, and if she delayed for too long, she would be deducted points.
Chu Song's biological father, Chu Yaoguo, is the captain of the third production team of Luhua Brigade, in charge of about 200 people. For the sake of his own daughter, he arranged for Chu Song to be the relatively easy job of growing sweet potatoes.
First, turn the soil over, then place the sweet potato vines, and finally cover with soil and water. The sweet potatoes are planted. Any seven or eight-year-old child in the village can do it.
Chu Song asked the auntie next to him with a bitter face: "Do we have to finish planting all these today?"
The auntie was very kind-hearted and replied with a smile: "That won't work, no!"
Chu Song breathed a sigh of relief, but then he heard her say, "Not only this field, but also the one next to it, they are all yours."
"Ah?!" Chu Song turned pale.
"That's great! Seven centimeters a day! Where else can I find such a good job?"
Chu Song was silent for two seconds. Amid the aunt's endless chatter of "Thinking back to the past...", he finally accepted his fate and picked up the hoe. Following the aunt's example, he dug a hole in a crooked manner, put the sweet potato seedlings in it, and then covered it with soil.
It’s not that difficult, just like building sand piles on the beach... bullshit!
Chu Song held her waist. She had only planted five rows, less than one-tenth of the way, when she felt her waist was broken, not to mention the need to fetch water for irrigation later.
"So tired."
"You've worked so hard, baby, take a break."
Chu Song seriously approved her request for rest. She threw away her hoe, and without caring about her image, she sat down on the edge of the field.
The field stretched as far as the eye could see. Including her, there were three people in total, besides the aunt just now, there was a man on the far right.
Chu Song squinted his eyes and looked at her. The aunt had some difficulty walking and limped. The man next to her was very skillful. He raised and lowered the hoe with a clang. He planted more sweet potatoes than she and the aunt combined.
A potential stock.
A wicked idea suddenly popped up in Chu Song's mind.
She took out some dried sweet potatoes from her pocket, then stuffed a few back in with a painful feeling. Then she slowly and casually walked to the man's side.
"Oh, what a coincidence." She pinched her throat, "I didn't see you just now, it turns out you are working here too."
Fang Qingrong paused, a little frightened. He quickly glanced at the people, lowered his head, and continued to swing the hoe silently.
Humph, putting on airs, playing hard to get, men are so superficial. Chu Song secretly scolded him until his head was bleeding, but a smile appeared on his face.
The two had never spoken to each other before, and Chu Song only knew that his name was Fang Qingrong. It was a nice name, with a cultured air, which was incompatible with the common names of Jianjun and Fuguo in the village.
Grandpa Fang Qingrong was once a well-known landlord in the surrounding area. Everything that could be named was once his land and tea garden. Later, he was caught up in the struggle session and his house was searched. Valuable cultural relics, antiques, calligraphy and paintings were confiscated. The whole family died or fled, and the huge home was destroyed in an instant.
Only the usually charitable old landlady and her little grandson were left. As one of the five black categories, Fang Qingrong had always been looked down upon in the village. Even Chu Song had been warned not to play with the landlord's son.
Chu Song traveled back from the modern era, so naturally she didn't have such prejudices against the times. She only cared about the man's muscular body, which made him very suitable to be a beast of burden!
So he smiled and said, "Xiao Fang, are you hungry? I have some dried sweet potatoes."
Fang Qingrong raised her eyes and looked at Chu Song again. He finally spoke, gripping the hoe tightly, and said slowly and firmly: "...You, don't act like a hooligan."
Chu Song's smile crumbled bit by bit.
Fang Qingrong didn't say anything after he finished speaking. He took a few steps back to keep a distance from Chu Song. He vaguely remembered that this was the captain's child, and he didn't know where he learned bad things. He was like the second-rate guy at the village entrance who was not doing his job and spoke in a vulgar manner.
Hooliganism is not a good thing.
He thought seriously that it was not a good idea to have contact with people of his bad background.
Chu Songchao wanted to curse his father. In her previous life, the men who pursued her could line up from the entrance to the end of the village, but she didn't bring back a single one. If she wasn't in such a bad state now, would she bother to flirt with a bastard?
"Comrade Fang, you misunderstood! I absolutely did not act like a hooligan!"
Chu Song wanted to give him the middle finger and walk away, but seeing the vast expanse of land behind her, she chose to endure. "I'm here to help you. Comrade Chairman once said that unity is a priceless treasure, and unity is progress! We must unite all forces that can be united and fight for society!"
Fang Qingrong looked at her puzzledly.
"Look," Chu Song said shamelessly, "we can unite and build a pure revolutionary friendship. You can't dig the pit and plant the seedlings by yourself, but with me, it's different. The efficiency of cooperative labor will only be higher!"
Yes, the last point is Chu Song’s purpose. Fang Qingrong is an expert in farming, and she will never suffer any loss if the two of them work together.
"Wait..." Fang Qingrong was not stupid. Although she was frightened by her at first, she quickly reacted.
Chu Song didn't give him a chance to speak, and immediately clapped his hands: "What are you waiting for? Time waits for no one, it's settled!"
She had already planned everything. She was responsible for picking up the sweet potato seedlings, bending down, placing the seedlings, and taking down each sweet potato seedling, while Fang Qingrong only needed to cultivate the land, fill it with soil, and fetch water for irrigation.
This is really great!
Fang Qingrong: "..."
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