Jiang Shushu didn't want to fight so hard, but his nephews, nieces, grandsons, and granddaughters were all so fierce. As an elder, he couldn't be worse than them, right? Even if he was worse, it couldn't be too much worse, right? Otherwise, where would he put his face? So his damned desire to win came out, and he worked himself to death to shell beans. In the end, he worked himself to death, but in front of a group of younger people, he still came in last. Isn't that infuriating?
Jiang Shushu took his two-centimeter achievement home for dinner.
At the dinner table, Jiang He and his wife asked worriedly, "Are you tired from working?"
"Not tired, not bad." Jiang Shushu smiled, but in her heart she was screaming, exhausted, but she didn't dare say it out loud. Her nine-year-old granddaughter in the back room did more than she did, and she was still full of energy after finishing the work. How could she have the face to say she was tired?
Meanwhile, upon hearing the younger generation mention Jiang Shushu's workday, Jiang Shushu's uncles and the Tang uncles were instantly intrigued. Their fifth brother was willing to let his precious daughter work. They all inquired with their children and grandchildren. Upon hearing that Jiang Shushu had been diligently working (his work points were low, so they were automatically ignored), they all beamed with relief, feeling that Jiang Shushu could still be saved. They all felt that their fifth brother still had hope for his later years.
Then they all told their younger generations to lend a hand when they saw Jiang Shushu in trouble, and to make sure Jiang Shushu fell in love with labor and contribute to the construction of the motherland.
Jiang Shushu worked hard for half a day in the afternoon, not knowing what was going on. Several of his adoring nephews and grandchildren came over and offered to help him, and he couldn't refuse. Then, when he finished, he'd earned 1 centimeter more than he had in the morning. When Jiang Shushu stood up, his waist cracked, and his butt and hands ached even more. Earning those 5 work points hadn't been easy!
Jiang Shushu dragged his exhausted body back home. When he reached the door, he rubbed his face with his hands to make himself look more energetic. Jiang Shushu peeled beans for three consecutive days. Because he drank the Nine Heavens Mysterious Deer Milk for three consecutive days, his body did not feel very tired, but his fingers were very painful. It was fine when he was not peeling beans, but his hands would hurt when he peeled beans.
Yes, Jiang Shushu drank Nine Heavens Mysterious Deer Milk for three days straight and finally understood its effects and reactions. It truly strengthens the body; Jiang Shushu feels a bit stronger. He was exhausted the previous night, but woke up refreshed after a day's sleep. It also has whitening and beauty benefits; Jiang Shushu noticed his skin had become a bit brighter and smoother. As for the reaction, there wasn't any. Changes happen gradually, and if you're careless, you might not even notice.
The reason Xu Hehua's health was better than before was probably due to the drop of Nine Heavens Mysterious Deer Milk she drank that day. I had wanted to let her drink it for two more days, but I never found the right opportunity. Because the Nine Heavens Mysterious Deer Milk was a light milky white when put into water, and it had a milky aroma, I couldn't explain the source of it after I took it out, so I never gave Xu Hehua the remaining two drops.
On September 1st, the first thing Jiang Shushu did upon opening his eyes was check his supply space. Only after seeing the month's supplies had arrived did he feel at ease. Would these supplies determine his future as a bug? Or a dragon?
By the fourth day, there were not many bean sprouts left, so shelling the beans was left to the younger children.
We were supposed to rest for two days, but my 64-year-old cousin said the weather had been unusual and there might be a downpour. Jiang Mingwen immediately canceled his break and threw himself into digging sweet potatoes.
Jiang Shushu was assigned to pick sweet potatoes. The father and daughter formed a group. Jiang He pulled the sweet potatoes in front and picked them one by one and put them in the basket. Jiang Shushu dug and picked up the rest in the pit.
The strong sun made Jiang Shushu's back feel hot and wet, and the sweat on his face was dripping down. Because his hands were covered with mud, Jiang Shushu could only wipe the sweat off his face with his shoulders, and several times the sweat flowed into his eyes.
Under such scorching sun, Jiang Shushu drank up the pot of water (about three pounds) he brought with him. Not only did he not go to the toilet once, he also felt dry mouth and tongue.
As Jiang Shushu was picking up the sweet potatoes, he looked up at Jiang He who had already run ahead. Seeing that there was still a long bunch of sweet potatoes that he needed to dig and pick up, he suddenly felt impatient.
I don't want to do this crappy job for even a minute. I don't even want to pick up these crappy sweet potatoes anymore. Damn it, is this how a human being should live? It's over 30 degrees Celsius, and I'm digging sweet potatoes. If I keep doing this, I feel like I'm going to be roasted like a sweet potato.
"Shushu, are you tired? If you are tired, go and rest under the tree over there for a while, and Dad will come to pick it up." Jiang He saw Jiang Shushu squatting motionlessly, and hurried over to ask.
They had been working for almost two hours straight, but Jiang Shushu didn't try to be brave. "I'm tired, Dad. I'll take a break and come back later."
"Do you have any water to drink? If not, Dad has some here, you can have some."
Jiang He only brought about two kilograms of boiled water, which was less than what I brought. How could I ask for his water?
"Also, keep Dad's water for yourself."
Jiang Shushu came under the big tree and immediately felt a cool breeze, which was very comfortable. Jiang Shushu found a place to sit down, took off his straw hat and covered his stomach with it. Jiang Shushu covered himself with the straw hat, took out a bottle of mineral water from the supply space, poured it into the kettle, and then put the empty bottle back into the small space.
Jiang Shushu sat under a tree, drinking water while looking at Jiang He. As Jiang Shushu looked, he suddenly felt that the figure of Jiang He doing farm work suddenly overlapped with his grandfather. They were obviously not the same person, so why did they look so similar?
Jiang Shushu retracted his gaze and for the first time seriously thought about his future.
I now have supplies, but no means to honestly sell them. I've only been working for three and a half days, and I feel like life is getting harder and harder. This is the south, and after the sweet potato harvest, I have to plant potatoes. From October to November, I have to harvest corn, rice, taro, and persimmons. In December, I have to harvest potatoes again. In January, I have to plant potatoes again. In February, I have to plant sugarcane... If I count, there are twelve months in a year, and there is no rest.
I don't even want to work for three and a half days, let alone 365 days a year. If I have to do farm work every day, what's the point of life? No, if I do farm work every day just to fill my stomach, it can't be called life, it's just survival, just living.
Jiang He and his wife are getting older. If they continue to stay in the village, they will have to go to the fields to work sooner or later. By then, even if they want to eat meat, they probably won't find a reason.
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