Liu Dazhu gave the instructions and then left in a hurry.
Song Jingzhou and Su Qingci were left staring at each other.
Seeing that the captain had left, the two rushed to the shady tree at the same time.
"Bringing honor to your ancestors, you're something else!"
“The whole production team is up in the mountains, and you, a perfectly healthy man, have come here to take over the work of the vulnerable.”
Song Jingzhou squinted and asked, "Are you referring to yourself when you say 'vulnerable group'?"
"You've got to be kidding me."
"Why can't it be me? I'm old, weak, sick, and disabled—I'm both weak and sick!"
"You~"
When Song Jingzhou saw the commune members carrying loads over in the distance, he quickly interrupted Su Qingci.
"Wait, don't say anything yet, the bean pickers are here, hurry up and go out to dry the beans."
After saying that, he took the lead and rushed onto the stone platform, grabbing the bean stalks and letting go.
Seeing this, Su Qingci followed suit, and the two of them worked with great enthusiasm.
After the person who was picking the beans unloaded them, pulled out the rope, and left, the two of them rushed back to the shady spot in perfect unison.
The two of them pushed and shoved each other, finally managing to scatter the beans, but Su Qingci was too exhausted to continue calling out.
Song Jingzhou gritted his teeth, picked up the rake, and turned over all the bean stalks.
When I came back, Su Qingci was already sitting under the big tree, pecking at rice like a chick.
Song Jingzhou slowly squatted down in front of her.
His gaze fell on her fan-like eyelashes, then moved down to her delicate nose and rosy lips.
On her sun-reddened face, tiny downy hairs were clearly visible.
The next second, he grabbed her by the collar and lifted her up without any hesitation.
"Stop sleeping, get up and get to work!"
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