My aunt immediately chimed in: "Yes, Gu Zhiqing saved you. Your behavior is really ruining the morale of our village. There is a saying that goes, you are a rat shit, a social cancer."
Yao Cuilian was seeing stars and was so angry that she couldn't utter a word. Fortunately, Tian Guodong arrived in time and carried her back.
Yao Cuilian didn't expect that what she said would cause public outrage. This had never happened before. Everyone started to curse Wang Xu together. Why has the wind changed now?
Gu Xi raised her eyebrows at Yao Cuilian provocatively. When she asked the village chief to distribute the pork, she spoke highly of Wang Xu. He risked his life to kill the wild boar by himself, and knowing everyone's hard work, he selflessly and enthusiastically distributed the pork to everyone for autumn harvest to replenish their bodies. He was selfless and brave, and did good deeds in a low-key manner without seeking credit.
In addition, Lin Ling is very popular in the village. She is warm-hearted and generous. She often secretly praises Gu Xi and Wang Xu, brainwashing everyone. When talking about Wang Xu, everyone naturally reacts that this young man is a really good person, and completely forgets that he is a vicious person. So much so that when they saw him they greeted him enthusiastically and were not afraid of Wang Xu at all.
Gu Xi couldn't help teasing Wang Xu while eating dinner: "I remember when I first came to the village, I got hit on the nose, and the rumor spread that you beat me up. Now everyone has forgotten about it, and they're all saying that you were abused. Things change over time."
Wang Xu picked up some food for Gu Xi: "Well, it's all thanks to you. Without you, I would be dead. Why don't I pledge my life to you?"
Gu Xi rolled her eyes at him, "You pledge your love to me day after day, but who wants your broken body? It hasn't even recovered yet. I was deceived by your body and face at the beginning, but you didn't know how to cherish it. The scratches on your face are almost healed now, luckily there are no scars, otherwise I would have moved out overnight. Look at your body, there will definitely be scars."
Wang Xu handed over another bowl of chicken soup. Knowing that Gu Xi didn't like oily drinks, he skimmed off the grease on top and said, "Don't they say that scars on a man's body will make him look stronger?"
Gu Xi drank a mouthful of chicken soup, and her stomach and body felt warm. The delicious flavor of mushrooms and chicken blended perfectly on the tip of her tongue. The chicken was free-range on the mountain, and the meat was firm and tender.
"It's delicious. It's cold now, so it's comfortable to drink chicken soup. No wonder my mother kept praising the taste of the mushrooms and chicken soup. It's really so delicious that it makes your eyebrows fall off." "
Wang Xu was curious: "Is the last sentence in Shanghainese? What does it mean?"
Gu Xi nodded and smiled: "It's just that my eyebrows are about to fall off."
Wang Xu studied it in his mind: "If you like, drink one more bowl. I'm exhausted from harvesting wheat these days, and you won't let me help. I'm fine now."
Gu Xi was indeed a little tired. She had never done so much work in her life. "Fortunately, I had the tractor to do most of the work. I can't believe that if I didn't have the tractor, my waist would probably be scrapped."
I remember that before I traveled through time, many people checked in for the pastoral scenery, poetry and distant places, endless ears of wheat swaying in the wind, and golden wheat waves.
Now I truly feel how much hard work is put behind such a beautiful picture.
Wang Xu recalled the stories in the village and told them to Gu Xi: "Only the children were the happiest. Every time the wheat was harvested, the children didn't have to study. They were quite happy during the wheat harvest holiday. They felt that harvesting wheat was much more fun than studying."
Gu Xi held the chicken soup in her hand and said, "That's all about novelty. If they were like adults, working in the fields every day, holding sickles and bending over, they would look completely different.
When I was in school, I even made up rhymes. I felt that studying was hard and tiring, and that I had to pay tuition fees. After graduation, I started working and experienced the hardships of being an adult. Only then did I realize that studying is the happiest and relatively easy time in life. "
After dinner, Wang Xu wanted to go out for a walk to recover, so Gu Xi followed him. They strolled to the edge of the farmland and saw many children playing after dinner.
After the wheat is harvested, the straw is bundled. The children chase and play among the bundles. When they are tired, they climb up and lie down to rest, looking at the sky.
There were also many children picking up the leftover wheat.
Further along is a large open space near the village committee, where a lot of wheat is now spread out to dry.
Seeing Gu Xi's curious face, Wang Xu explained to her: "After the wheat is harvested, it must be dried in the sun. After drying, it will be husked with a stone mill. The hulled wheat kernels will be dried again, and then they can be bagged and handed in.
The remaining grain was distributed to each household, and many families ground it into flour or directly exchanged it for money.
The next step is to plant some vegetables. After they are harvested before the heavy snow, they can be sold to the town as city dwellers need to stock up on vegetables for the winter. There is also sowing, and when the spring comes and the flowers bloom, you will be able to harvest. "
Wang Xu explained in detail, and Gu Xi listened carefully, and slowly walked around all the way back home.
"It gets cold early in the north. I felt a little chilly today, so I put on a thicker coat."
Wang Xu couldn't help but talk about Gu Xi's coat: "Why did you choose brown for your work coat? Girls like army green and red."
Gu Xi looked at the brown color on her body: "Do you think it's ugly? Then you can only bear it. I like it. It's called Maillard. What do you know, a country bumpkin! Your blue ones are ugly as hell."
In fact, Gu Xi looks good with her fair skin, a white inner layer and black pants. It's a pity that she can't wear jeans now, as it's a capitalist style.
There are too many girls who want to imitate it, but the completion of fashion is also related to the face. Girls are all tanned, so the brown color is a bit difficult to control.
"You're pretty, but your clothes are ugly. I must make more money to buy you lots of beautiful, colorful dresses."
Gu Xi knew the situation was not good as soon as she heard it. Wang Xu definitely had a straight male aesthetic. But you can't refuse, you should still encourage men to spend money on you.
The sowing time was not so busy. The village chief found Gu Xi and began to prepare for the neighborhood committee's affairs. He also discussed the pig farm issue with Wang Xu. Although he was very busy, the village chief had a smile on his face, showing that the country was peaceful and the people were content, and he had infinite aspirations for next year's plans.
Xu Zhengrong was again struggling with the issue of wages: "Now our village has a good harvest. A full-time laborer can earn about 200 yuan a year. Ordinary female comrades can also earn 100 yuan. The educated youth work at the educated youth work center earns the least, many earn less than 100 yuan. What do you think is the right amount for this pig farm and the neighborhood committee to pay?"
Gu Xi didn't expect that the salary here is much higher than other rural areas: "I originally thought that the annual salary would be around 100 yuan."
After hearing this, Wang Xu adjusted his salary: "Then ten yuan a month."
The village chief was a little embarrassed: "I don't know if it's good or not, I feel bad for paying ten dollars a month."
Seeing the village chief's dilemma, Gu Xi said, "Then you can keep the monthly salary at five yuan. If the pig farm is well run, you can give out a year-end bonus at the end of the year. This way, everyone will work hard to raise pigs well, which will directly affect the year-end income."
The village chief's eyes lit up: "Your idea is good, this is good, your neighborhood committee should do the same, it can only be counted as half a work point, and if the village affairs are handled well at the end of the year, you can also give a bonus."
Gu Xi...
Wang Xu couldn't help laughing at the side, but ended up shooting himself in the foot.
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