"Momo, come and play with us if you have the chance in the future. I will also come to see you when I have time." He Dongqing was also infected by her bright smile and his mood was not so gloomy anymore.
"Hey, I'll go visit my two sisters if I have the chance." Qiao Mo agreed with a smile.
"Is it possible that Comrade Qiao Mo won't come to see me?" Wang Xin couldn't help but interrupt when he heard them talking and laughing.
"I'll see you when I go to see my two sisters." Qiao Mo said with a smile.
The mountain road was difficult to walk on. We were all students and had limited physical strength. We also had to carry large and small bags, and the weather was hot. We were out of breath before we had walked halfway.
"Brother Wu, how far is it?" Chu Maoshen asked the fellow villager who led the team while panting. He was the most tired among them. Not only did he have to carry his own luggage, but he also shared most of the luggage with Liu Ruoling.
"We are almost halfway there. Let's speed up and get home early. Otherwise, it will be dark and you won't be able to clean up the house." Wu Daming, the team leader, said calmly.
It's not that he is cold-hearted and unwilling to help, but these educated youth are too pretentious. If he helps one person, he will offend a group of people. He has suffered such a loss before, so he simply won't help anyone in the future.
"Can you rest for a while before leaving?" Chu Maoshen saw that Liu Ruoling's face was flushed, her steps were getting heavier, and her eyes were filled with tears. She was about to cry, so he suggested.
"Let's rest in the village ahead. There's a teahouse there. Not only is there a place to sit, but you can also have some tea to quench your thirst." Seeing that they were all exhausted, Wu Daming discussed this with their team leader He Dongqing.
"Come on, everyone. Wangjiapo is not far ahead." Team leader He Dongqing cheered everyone on.
The leader's words were like a shot of adrenaline for everyone, and they cheered up and moved forward.
Qiao Mo was the last to walk, wiped the sweat from her face, and followed: she was in good physical condition and did not feel tired, but the air was very hot, and she did not dare to use her internal energy to resist it all. The scorching sun dazzled her eyes, her clothes were already soaked with sweat, her mouth was also very dry, and her throat seemed to be smoking. At this moment, she regretted not preparing a sun hat and a pot of water for herself. The original owner had a military water bottle, but she had put it into the wooden bracelet space.
After more than ten minutes, they saw a village, so they quickened their pace and walked into the village. Wu Daming asked them to rest on the wooden bridge: the bridge also served as a tea pavilion. There were benches on both sides of the bridge for pedestrians to rest. There was a house at the end of the bridge where an old man lived who made tea for passers-by.
Qiao Mo looked at the tea barrel at the door of the hut, put down his things, took out an enamel cup from the net bag, took a cup of tea and drank it. He felt a coolness in his throat and felt that he was alive again. Then, using the shoulder bag as a cover, he took out the military water bottle from the wooden bracelet space, filled it with water and put it into the net bag.
With Qiao Mo taking the lead, everyone took out their teacups to drink tea. After drinking the tea, they sat down and rested for a while. Then, under Wu Daming's urging, everyone continued on their journey.
After crossing mountains and rivers, they finally reached their destination - Dongshan Brigade - an hour later. Wu Daming sent them directly to the educated youth point.
On the east side of the village where the educated youth were stationed, there were houses that the landlords used to rent out for their farmhands. The houses were short, small, and dilapidated. The main rooms in that row had long been occupied by the educated youth who had arrived earlier. The slightly older east wing rooms were all locked, and it seemed that someone was living there too. Now only a few even more dilapidated west wing rooms remained.
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