Chapter 133 Don't judge a book by its cover
In the darkness, the stone landed squarely on the face of the man who was looking up.
The stone shattered on the man's face, and dust fell onto Lu Shuangshuang's head below.
The two were startled, and Lu Shuangshuang exclaimed "Ah!" before they separated instantly.
The man, pulling up his pants, looked in a panic in the direction from which the rock had come.
"Someone's there!"
Lu Shuangshuang straightened her clothes, peeked into the darkness, and dared not return via the same route as the mound.
Her body trembled, and the thought of someone overhearing what had just happened made her wish she could find a hole and bury herself.
The two of them, like startled birds, hid behind the mound for quite some time.
Meanwhile, Song Lubai had successfully led Liu Xiaolan back to the camp.
There was no one by the well. Song Lubai whispered, "When did you find it?"
Liu Xiaolan stammered, "Recently, these past few days, that guy, who, he, he has been coming to our company and staying here at night. I've noticed it several times. The first time was the day I was on duty, and I had a stomachache halfway there. I didn't have time to go to the toilet, so I went behind the mound."
Song Lubai got anxious every time she heard her speak, and couldn't help but say, "Why have you started stuttering lately when you read, write, and speak?"
In the darkness, Liu Xiaolan blushed and said, "It's much better than before, there's been progress."
Skipping over that, Song Lubai said, "Stay away from that man in the future. He's no good. He has a wife and children, yet he still messes around outside."
Liu Xiaolan nodded. "I know, but several people in my dorm want to use his connections."
Song Lubai: "Asking others for help comes at a price. We don't care what others do, we just need to take care of ourselves."
Lu Shuangshuang knew he had a wife and children, but she still went out of her way to use his connections to leave the company.
Both of them were willing to hit and were willing to be hit; neither of them were good people.
These past few days, Lu Shuangshuang has been listless and looks particularly unwell. Song Lubai thought she was still immersed in the grief of Zhao Aiguo's passing and couldn't pull herself out of it. Who would have thought she would be so ruthless?
Even if she wanted to find a way out for herself, couldn't she wait a little longer? Zhao Aiguo's seven-day mourning period hasn't even passed yet!
No one expects her to be a chaste and virtuous woman who stays faithful to Zhao Aiguo forever, but she should at least wait! She should at least find someone who is not married, right?
Although Song Lubai did not see what the two did directly, she was certain that what they did was far more excessive than kissing or holding hands.
After they had heard no further movement from outside for a long time behind the mound, Lu Shuangshuang and her companion dared to take the next step.
"Shuangshuang, let's not see each other for a while. If we do meet, we have to pretend we don't know each other. Wait for my letter after spring."
Lu Shuangshuang nodded and whispered, "Just don't forget that I'm waiting for you. I've never asked you for anything before."
Although he didn't know who was outside just now, Zhang Jian wasn't afraid since that person didn't cause any trouble. At worst, he could just come to the 25th Company less often in the future.
We dare not arrest him on the spot now, and nothing will happen to him later.
The two took a long detour from the other side of the hill back to the camp, and returned to their respective quarters as if nothing had happened.
The next morning, before dawn, the sound of tractors could be heard throughout the camp.
Feeling guilty, Zhang Jian was afraid of meeting people in the camp who knew about his and Lu Shuangshuang's scandalous affair, so he got up early and went to Guhekou.
The mornings grew colder each day, and Song Lubai slept in a sweater, then had to put on a wool sweater after getting up.
The well water was so cold that everyone couldn't even stretch out their hands to wash their faces.
A layer of frost covered the vegetable garden.
The cabbages in the vegetable garden looked as if they were coated with a layer of shiny salt.
Today's breakfast is different from usual; it's boiled sweet potatoes with dry biscuits.
The sweet potatoes have yellow flesh and taste very sweet; these are the newly harvested sweet potatoes from this year.
Normally, everyone would eat their pancakes while walking on the road. Now that it's not as hot at noon as before, they can work a little longer and come back a little earlier in the afternoon, so the company commander no longer urges them to eat breakfast at this time.
The company commander squatted on the ground peeling sweet potatoes and said to everyone, "Tomorrow is a rest day, so everyone has to come with me to the 11th Company to get firewood."
Some people grumbled, "Isn't that taking up our day off?"
The company commander snorted, "I won't force you to go tomorrow if you don't want to. The Eleventh Company mainly grows cotton, and the cotton has already been harvested. You can pick as many cotton plants and unopened cotton bolls as you like. You can bring the cotton plants back for firewood. As for the cotton bolls, you can take the cotton you peel to the cotton-making place to make quilts. Take as much as you can, no one will stop you."
After that, no one voiced any objections.
The blankets we use now aren't very warm. I heard that it will be -10 or -20 degrees Celsius here in November or December, which will be tough. How can we possibly stay warm with the blankets we use now?
Everyone was eager to go to the 11th Company and make a big splash.
"Company commander, you really want as many as you want?"
The company commander laughed and said, "It depends on your own abilities. Anyway, the company doesn't need the fields anymore after the cotton harvest."
"Then how do we get it back? We only have one tractor, and we still need to haul firewood."
The company commander said, "You're such a fool. We have to go first thing tomorrow morning and work together to cut as many cotton stalks as we can. We'll pick the cotton bolls after we bring the cotton stalks back. The cotton stalks after we pick the cotton bolls will be firewood."
"If you feel that one day is not enough tomorrow, we can go again next time you have a day off."
"Will there still be any left next time we go? Won't they all be picked by someone else? How will we have a chance? Company Commander, how about we take two days off in a row, so we won't have to rest next time it's our break time?"
Some comrades felt bitter at the thought of having to work for twenty consecutive days, but if they could bring back some cotton, they could still endure it.
At this moment, Song Lubai had a rather ambitious idea: she wanted to pick several bags of cotton bolls, and preferably make three to five quilts, one for her mother, one for her aunt, and a large cloth bag of cotton for Wei Yang to thank him for taking care of her over the past few months.
It's not easy to get cotton back in her hometown. The cotton quilt she uses is either stuck together in a big clump or it's translucent. Cotton is so rare, she has to get as much as possible.
The company commander disagreed with taking two consecutive days off to focus on boll production. "The project at Guhekou is about to finish. Next time, we have to wait for that group to come together. We can't be selfish."
Now everyone was speechless.
The main group went to work, while Song Lubai, sniffling, busied herself in front of the bulletin board.
Whenever the instructor goes to the farm headquarters for a meeting, Song Lubai will revise the content of the bulletin board according to the core points of the meeting.
The temperature difference between day and night is large. You need to wear a cotton-padded jacket in the morning and evening, but you can still wear short sleeves at noon. Song Lubai has some cold symptoms today.
"Comrade Song, Xiao Lan, take a break before you get busy. Come and warm yourself by the stove and have some roasted potatoes."
Li Huijun, who was gathered around the stove, called out to the two of them with a smile, and Lu Shuangshuang was also not far away.
Liu Xiaolan glanced at Lu Shuangshuang, who was peeling potatoes, and then looked away with undisguised disdain.
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