The brigade didn't plant many peanuts, and they were all harvested that same day.
At this point, the harvest was nearing its end, and villagers like the elderly, children, and Yu Zhengbao had stopped working.
The others went to work and did some work, such as turning over the sweet potato vines in the sweet potato field and sitting on the stone platform to thresh the corn cobs.
The second-crop rice in the fields is already a lush green, and if you look closely, you can see that most of it has already started to head.
It will be two months before the next busy farming season.
With two days left before they were to leave for work in town, Su Qingci and Song Jingzhou started herding cattle again.
Peeling corn kernels isn't tiring, but sitting in the shade is exhausting for your hands.
On the lawn by the river, the two beef cattle were visibly thinner.
Water buffalo, in particular, don't carry calves, are strong enough to work, and are used a lot.
The ox was pregnant again, and the villagers took good care of her, giving her easy work.
So much so that by the end of the harvest season, the water buffalo's fur was dull and dirty, its rump was sunken, and even its neck had shrunk.
This made Liu Dazhu very distressed. When the two of them went to fetch the cattle today, they saw the brigade leader personally feeding the water buffalo raw eggs with a ladle and bran.
They said the team allocated twenty eggs to the water buffalo as a supplement, and they eat two every day.
This shocked Su Qingci.
In this day and age, even wives in other families might not get to eat many eggs during their postpartum confinement period.
Do water buffalo eat two a day?
This treatment is truly exceptional.
Su Qingci took a small swatter made of palm leaf and swatted flies around the water buffalo.
With one swipe, you can knock down at least two or three mosquitoes.
This was specifically instructed by the captain.
After taking a round of photos, he plopped down next to Song Jingzhou.
Su Qingci was wearing a white shirt and blue trousers today.
Sitting across from Song Jingzhou, she secretly began to unbutton her clothes.
"Hmm~"
“Bringing honor to the family and ancestors, um, actually, I heard what you said to Uncle Liu that day.”
Song Jingzhou lay on the lawn, chewing on a blade of grass and resting his hands behind his head.
His crossed legs were even swinging leisurely.
"What did you say?"
"You don't need to pretend anymore, I know everything."
"That Imperial Donkey Meat King is a kidney tonic and aphrodisiac. Uncle Liu also wants you to go eat the enhanced version of Farewell My Concubine."
"They say if you eat an earthworm, you'll turn into steel bars."
"Cough cough cough~"
Song Jingzhou choked on his own saliva and coughed violently.
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
"What do little kids know?"
Su Qingci had an expression that said, "I know perfectly well."
"We're such good friends, you don't need to pretend in front of me anymore, I understand."
I won't laugh at you.
"But you can't just let this go untreated. You need to get treatment as soon as possible. You're still young, don't give up."
"Your family has had only one son for three generations."
Have you been injured before?
"Or is there some kind of psychological trauma?"
Song Jingzhou was so angry that his face turned red and his neck bulged. "You, you, you, are you even a woman?"
"Aren't you ashamed to say that?"
"I'm fine, perfectly fine. How could you possibly bring up the issue of three generations of only sons?"
"Why can't we talk about having only one son for three generations? Don't you rural people value the continuation of the family line the most?"
"They say they won't leave any male heirs in the world, so that when they go down to the underworld, there will be no one to burn paper money for them."
Song Jingzhou blushed deeply. "You've got to be serious."
"With my brother like this, why would I need my son to burn paper money for me?"
"If I really don't have a son, I'll burn a few billion dollars for myself before I die."
"If all else fails, my elders are all down there, I can rely on them."
"Even if my elders are doing poorly, I can still go and steal from them."
"Every year during the Qingming Festival, the whole country burns paper money, how can I not even get enough for my own use?"
"Do I really need to have a son?"
Su Qingci felt increasingly sorry for the other party, even coming up with so many reasons for herself.
After Song Jingzhou finished speaking, he realized that he had gone off-topic.
"Hey no, the reason I'm telling you all this is to tell you that I'm not sick, and I don't necessarily need a son."
Su Qingci said cautiously, "I heard that Secretary Luo's second daughter gave you peaches, and you put them in the pond for her."
"You've rejected many matchmakers, why?"
Song Jingzhou said irritably, "Have you ever seen the Party Secretary's second daughter? She's dark-skinned and strong, just like Xiao Yuehua."
"How could I let her touch me? Besides, those matchmakers are either after my looks or my money."
"Marrying one means supporting the woman's entire family."
Can I agree?
Su Qingci was taken aback.
"You think the Party Secretary's daughter is ugly, but am I ugly?"
"Everyone says I'm pretty, and Xiao Yuehua even calls me a little vixen."
"I jumped off a train a few days ago and landed in your arms. Why did you flip me over and run away like you'd seen a ghost?"
Song Jingzhou's face turned bright red, and he avoided looking at Su Qingci with his eyes darting around.
He stammered, "That, that's not the reason."
"Just admit it."
"At your age, being disgusted by all women, isn't that a medical condition?"
"What's so shameful about it? I've already said it, and I won't tell anyone else."
"Come, come and look here."
As Su Qingci spoke, she pulled her shirt down, revealing a fair and rounded shoulder.
Below her long, fair neck were beautiful collarbones, adorned with a black halter top.
The contrast between black and white is striking.
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