After that day, Wanwan always felt that there was some change in the relationship between her and Song Zhouxing. She couldn't put her finger on it, and neither of them wanted to delve into it.
Thanks to Wanwan and the other two's intervention, the issue of false accounting quickly passed, and the county government did not continue to send people to check Dayang Village's accounts.
So since they sorted out the account books, their workload has been significantly reduced.
Every day, I just need to sit at the brigade office and go to the fields every one or two hours to check the villagers' work status and completion level.
Everyday life was quite leisurely! However, such leisurely days did not last long.
The autumn harvest is here.
During the autumn harvest season, everyone had a heavy workload, tight deadlines, and a heavy workload. Even if the old village chief favored them, he couldn't go too far at such a critical moment.
So Wanwan proudly became a member of the village's pig grass-collecting team.
Every time Wanwan weeded with these children under ten, she felt embarrassed. The saddest thing was that she couldn't even pull weeds as fast as these little kids.
After a few times, Wanwan calmly accepted this reality. She didn't have any other advantages except that she was very self-aware.
With his small arms and legs, he might get tired of doing farm work after just a few tries.
Song Zhouxing was not as lucky as she was. As a man, he felt embarrassed to do the same work as her, so he was assigned to the job of breaking corn.
Work must be tiring. These past few days, Wanwan and I have been eating three bowls of rice at a time. If he hadn't promised to go to the county town to buy grain to pay her back after the autumn harvest, she would have been fine.
Based on how much Song Zhouxing ate recently, Wanwan had to unilaterally overturn their friendship.
On this day, when Wanwan was comparing with a group of little kids to see who had gathered more pig grass, suddenly a loud noise came from the field.
"What should I do? I just borrowed this tractor from the commune. I promised them I would return it in perfect condition. How come it broke down before I even started using it?"
Captain Jiang said anxiously, and his tone sounded as if he was about to cry.
"Xie Chen, you drive a truck in the county, please show us what's going on!"
Anxious Captain Jiang spoke to a man who had just gotten off a tractor.
"Uncle, don't worry, let me take a look. I don't know if I can fix it. I'm only a half-baked worker and I'm still an apprentice there!"
The young man in black clothes said a little embarrassedly.
Alas, I just returned to the village and I have created such a big mess. If I can’t fix it, I will go to the county town to ask my senior brother for help!
We must not delay our village’s autumn harvest, the man in black thought worriedly.
He is not very old, probably only about eighteen years old, and looks about the same age as Wanwan and the others, with a very childish look on his face.
"Okay, that's fine. Just go ahead and fix it. If it doesn't work, that's fine. At worst, I'll go to the commune and apologize, and ask them to send a technician down for us."
Looking at the worried or blaming eyes of the people around him, the captain thought for a moment and added:
"Anyway, it won't cause any problems with our village's autumn harvest, so don't worry."
In this era, tractors are very important agricultural materials and play a big role in production and harvesting.
If the tractor in Dayang Village broke down at this time, it is no exaggeration to say that their harvesting pace might be slowed down by about a week.
And many people's bodies may not be able to bear it. This is why many people around me look unhappy.
The young man Xie Chen crawled under the car and fiddled with it for a long time, making his clothes look terrible.
After climbing out, he saw the look in the village headman's eyes and replied with some shame,
"Uncle, this car must have a broken part. I can't fix it."
The village chief fell silent for a moment, and waves of groans rose from the villagers.
"What should I do? I was hoping for a tractor so I could have my old man help haul the corn. I thought it would be easy and not tiring. Now the tractor is broken, and my old man is in such bad shape. Oh, this is terrible."
The aunt next to her was talking, and in the end she slapped her thigh and sat on the ground crying.
Several women in the crowd rushed to comfort her. For a moment, the scene was in chaos.
Xie Chen felt even more ashamed. Just when Xie Chen wanted to go back to the county town immediately to ask his senior brother to come and help, a gentle and clear voice came from the crowd.
"Let me try."
Everyone looked towards the source of the sound. It turned out to be Song Zhiqing. Why was he here to join in the fun?
"Song Zhiqing, repairing a tractor is no small matter. Don't get involved. If it breaks down, you, a small Zhiqing, can't afford the consequences."
In the crowd, Wanwan’s best friend Xu Wan spoke sarcastically.
"Yes, Song Zhiqing, we know you're very capable, but repairing a tractor is no small matter. If it breaks down, our entire village will suffer."
Many villagers responded.
Song Zhouxing has been in Dayang Village for so long. Unlike Wanwan, he rarely interacts with these villagers. Many villagers don’t know his abilities, so many people don’t believe him.
For a moment, the situation was deadlocked there.
Song Zhouxing didn't have much sense of belonging to Dayang Village. Most of the bad things in his previous life happened in Dayang Village.
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