"Brother! Corn isn't afraid of rain, so why do we need to store it in a warehouse?"
"Food is precious and no loss is allowed. Just do whatever the team arranges!" Mu Qingfeng said nonchalantly.
He has been doing farm work since he was a child, and he doesn't care about these things at all, as he has plenty of energy.
The brother and sister returned to the adobe house. Mu Qingli still had warm water in the stove, so she asked Mu Qingfeng to wash up and change clothes quickly to avoid catching a cold.
After washing up, Mu Qingli had already prepared delicious meals, including a plate of scrambled eggs, a plate of bacon and vegetables, a bowl of corn porridge, and a few steamed buns made of two-grain flour, of course, the kind with more white flour and less corn flour. She had prepared all of these and placed them in her space.
Mu Qingfeng only knew that she had made steamed buns yesterday and had kept them in the kitchen. He didn't know that she had quietly put them into the space. When she took them out, they looked as good as if they had just been steamed. Mu Qingfeng just thought that Mu Qingli had heated them up.
After they had eaten and drunk their fill and cleaned up, they sat in the main room looking out the door, chatting and watching the rain, feeling extremely comfortable.
Things were not peaceful at the Youth League Home. It was raining and everyone was busy harvesting crops. No one took care of the firewood that was drying. It was all damp at this time, and there was no dry firewood in the woodshed. Not to mention eating, even boiling water became a problem. For a while, the cold and hungry Youth League were in chaos.
"It's all your fault! Zhang Mengmeng, you insisted on spreading the firewood out to dry, and now look! There's not a single dry firewood left!" The old educated youth Lin Fang yelled in unbearable frustration.
"How can you blame me? I'm doing this for everyone's good. Even if they weren't wet, the branches you picked up were all green. How can you burn them?" Zhang Mengmeng said aggrievedly. "Who told you to be lazy? You picked up all the branches the forest rangers cut when they pruned them, but didn't pick up dry firewood! Ever since the Mu Zhiqing siblings left, how can we burn firewood directly without drying it? Why didn't you complain when the weather was nice?"
Zhang Mengmeng scolded several educated youth who had done the same thing, and they all scratched their noses, feeling extremely embarrassed.
"Okay! Everyone, please stop talking! How about this, we go to Mu Zhiqing to borrow firewood! We can return it to her when the weather is fine!" At this time, Zhang Yawei spoke.
"This is the only way. It seems the weather won't clear up for a while! We have to eat!" The old educated youth Su Qingya spoke softly, agreeing with Zhang Yawei's proposal.
"It's so far away! Won't you get wet if you borrow the firewood?" said the old educated youth Huang Li unhappily.
"..." Zhang Yawei was in awkward silence. She looked at the rain outside, which was neither too heavy nor too light, and calculated the distance from the foot of the mountain to the Youth League Home. Although the firewood would get wet, it should be able to burn, right?
"Why not go to a fellow villager's house nearby and borrow some money!" The old educated youth Su Qingya thought for a moment and said.
"...Who will go?" asked the old educated youth Li Shiyao weakly.
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