About a mile outside Xiaojia Village, there is a mountain called "Elm Mountain". As the name suggests, there are many elm trees growing on the mountain.
There is an old saying: "a block of elm wood", which is often used to describe people who are stubborn and difficult to understand.
From this we can see some characteristics of elm, such as its toughness, not easy to deform, large wood width, mild texture, clear grain, moderate hardness and strength, and suitable for carving.
Therefore, elm is often used to make furniture and decoration. It not only has beautiful patterns and simple style, but also has a medium price among all woods.
It is neither cheap nor too expensive, and has a very high cost performance, so it has become one of the preferred woods for many urban residents.
Xiaojia Village earns a lot of income every year just by supplying elm wood to major furniture factories.
At this time, on Elm Mountain, a group of strong young men with bare chests were swinging their axes vigorously. Although it was the coldest time of the year, they were soaked all over, and sweat kept flowing down their foreheads and dripping into the soil along their muscles.
"Zhou Rang, give me some water." Ding Mao wiped the sweat from his face and shouted to Zhou Rang who was drinking water not far away.
The latter paused, then closed the lid of the kettle, gave Ding Mao a cold look, and directly refused, "No, drink it yourself over there."
Zhou Rang pointed to a large wooden barrel not far away. It was the public water source for everyone to drink.
After saying that, Zhou Rang carefully placed the kettle on his clothes, making sure it was stable before continuing to pick up the axe and chop wood.
"You kid, when did you become so stingy that you don't even want me to drink your saliva?" Ding Mao clicked his tongue and took a few steps to the big wooden barrel, still teasing him.
Ding Mao originally wanted to scoop up some water to drink, but there was only a shallow layer of water in the big wooden barrel, which couldn't even cover the wooden scoop. Most importantly, because the trees were being cut down around, many leaves and debris had fallen into the barrel, making it difficult to drink.
After staring at the wooden barrel for a long time, Ding Mao pursed his lips, and after much hesitation, he finally couldn't bring himself to drink it. He turned around and begged Zhou Rang, "Just let me have a sip. I'll make you another pot when we get back to the educated youth camp."
Ding Mao considered himself a man who was not particular about details and was quite rough. But even he couldn't drink it, so you can imagine how dirty the water in the bucket was.
Since he said so, Zhou Rang would definitely agree.
Unexpectedly, Zhou Rang not only ignored him this time, but turned around and hung the kettle around his neck, looking like he was protecting his son, as if he was afraid that Ding Mao would drink from it secretly.
"Okay, I'm suddenly not thirsty anymore." Ding Mao was so angry that he couldn't speak. It took him a long time to squeeze out these words dryly from his throat.
After chopping down a tree, Ding Mao suddenly had an idea and remembered that the kettle seemed familiar.
Isn't this Su Nan's kettle? She always takes it with her to work.
No wonder Zhou Rang wouldn't let this kid drink, and wouldn't even let him touch it. It's like this now.
"Haha, it's great to have a pair." Ding Mao complained in a low voice.
"Yeah." Zhou Rang's response came from not far away.
"Fuck." Ding Mao rolled his eyes speechlessly. He actually heard it. Damn it.
After a while, everyone sat down together to rest breathlessly, except Zhou Rang who was still chopping trees.
"Aren't you tired?" Ding Mao lay on the ground with clothes under his head, breathing heavily. He turned his head to look at Zhou Rang and couldn't help asking.
His eyes shifted and fell on the pile of wood that Zhou Rang had chopped so far. Wow, wow, it was almost twice as much as his.
It’s different for those who have families. Why do they work so hard to earn money?
On second thought, it was true that he had to work hard. With Su Zhiqing's frail body, he probably couldn't earn much, so Zhou Rang had to earn more.
If Ding Mao also had such a pretty and charming partner, he would work hard for her and pamper her.
He doesn't have any. If one person is full, the whole family will not be hungry, so he should do as much as he can.
Hearing this, Zhou Rang stopped what he was doing and subconsciously replied, "Not tired."
"You have great stamina, young man. Unlike me, I have to rest for a while after chopping down a tree, otherwise my whole body aches."
"Yeah, I never saw him rest."
"Zhou Zhiqing is really amazing. I admire him so much."
The men, sitting or lying down, showered Zhou Rang with praise, causing him to frown, as if something was wrong.
Because he has been exercising since he was a child, his physical strength and physical performance are indeed better than those of ordinary people. He has never felt tired at all after working all day without much rest like today.
I thought about it for a long time, but couldn't figure it out, so I just stopped thinking about it.
A certain "culprit" was sleeping soundly on the bed at this moment.
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In this way, Zhou Rang would help Su Nan finish the farm work on time every noon, and then go back to the mountain to cut trees. Of course, he would also receive a bottle of "love water bottle" from Su Nan every day.
It was almost noon on the day when Su Nan and Huang Pingping had an appointment.
After Su Nan came back from the fields, she squatted beside the bed and counted the cosmetics in the bamboo box. After counting them over and over again, she couldn't help but frowned.
Because a box of vanishing cream was missing, no, it should be said that it was the packaging of the vanishing cream, the inside of the Xianquan facial cream.
"Did I remember it wrong?" Su Nan scratched his head, unsure if he had accidentally received it into the space.
I'd better wait a while and look for it in the space. The most important thing now is to get to Huang Pingping's house and put makeup on her.
Just as Su Nan was about to close the bamboo box, the dormitory door was pushed open from the outside, and Qin Xiaolan and her group walked in talking and laughing.
The men made eye contact, and like enemies meeting, they glared at each other, rolled their eyes, and avoided each other.
No one noticed Yang Feng's unusual avoidance and the obvious panic in her eyes.
Seeing that Su Nan didn't say anything and just left with the box, Yang Feng breathed a sigh of relief. When she turned around, she saw Zhong Xiaodie looking at her with a strange look.
Sure enough, the next second, Zhong Xiaodie smiled and said, "Yang Feng, I think I dropped something on the ground. Can you help me find it?"
Without waiting for Yang Feng to refuse, Zhong Xiaodie took her hand and half-forcefully pulled her out.
When they were far away from the educated youth center, Zhong Xiaodie finally let go of Yang Feng's hand, crossed her chest and said with a smile: "You stole Su Nan's things, didn't you?"
The tone is affirmative, not a question but an affirmation.
Yang Feng, who used to be outgoing and tough-tempered, now panicked and shouted back, "Bullshit! When did I steal her things? Don't accuse me of this."
Although she has a loud voice, Zhong Xiaodie, who knows her well, would never believe it easily.
"I've been smelling a fragrance on you these past few days. I've also smelled that scent from Su Nan and Xiao Fangyun, so I made some inquiries. Someone said that Su Nan gave Xiao Fangyun a box of vanishing cream he bought in Shanghai."
"I've already told you, my mother sent it to me." Yang Feng's eyes were wandering, and his hands were tightly clutching the corner of his clothes.
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