(High energy ahead, eating is not enough)
Mu Qingli, who was so lazy, insisted on picking grass for pigs in the freezing wind. Wang Shuhui, who was so cheerful and lively, was not afraid of the cold and was having fun in the fields. Mu Qingli felt like she was leaving a child in the fields.
Mu Qingli, who is picking grass for pigs, cannot stop until the green leaves are completely withered.
Of course, there is basically no pig grass in the mountains now, because pig grass is not good if it is too old.
However, if you can prepare more, you should prepare more.
After all, in winter, the team's three pigs, a cow, and a little donkey rely on these things to survive. The peanut vines, sweet potato vines, old vegetable peels, and radish leaves in the fields are all good things for pig feed.
The members are also insisting on carrying grass for the pigs. They want to fatten the pigs at home before the New Year and look forward to having a good New Year. Autumn is a good season for fattening pigs, and no one wants to miss it.
However, at that time, the food was bland and people had nothing to eat, let alone pigs. No one's pigs were fat. If you wanted to say who had fat pigs, the only way was to get more food and have some sweet potatoes to feed the pigs.
When it comes to harvesting radishes and cabbages, the aunts and grandmas run faster than anyone else.
The backpacks were filled with baskets of vegetable leaves, and some people even stuffed a small radish in them. Everyone turned a blind eye. After all, it was not easy at that time.
The vegetable leaves were carried back home, and the good ones were pickled to be eaten as vegetables in the winter. The bad ones were chopped up and used as pig feed.
Until all the radishes and cabbages were harvested and distributed, and there was no more work in the fields, everyone happily began to prepare for the winter.
Mu Qingli was still carrying the vegetable leaves with a bitter face.
"Haha!" Every time Wang Shuhui saw Mu Qingli's resentful eyes, she laughed very happily.
"Hehe! Lili! You are not the worst-off one, there is also that one!" Wang Shuhui pouted and pointed at Zhang Yawei who was carrying two buckets of manure on a shoulder pole.
Mu Qingli couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Do you want to make me laugh to death and inherit my adobe house?"
Wang Shuhui was puzzled: "Even if you laugh to death, I can't inherit it. What about your brother?" She looked at Mu Qingli seriously as she said that.
Mu Qingli laughed even louder. When you are making a joke, some people are pure and innocent and discuss it seriously. What is it like?
The two laughed loudly, and Zhang Yawei gritted her teeth.
After picking up manure for two days, she felt her whole body was smelly.
The disgusted looks from both male and female educated youth were so embarrassing that they almost made me want to poke a few bloody holes in my body.
Every time we eat, as soon as she sits at the table, everyone will disperse with their bowls.
When I went back to my room to sleep, I was always being ridiculed and criticized by Lin Fang. I couldn't stand it.
Now there are two people who laugh at her unscrupulously, and Zhang Yawei is so angry that her teeth are itching.
Mu Qingli packed the vegetable leaves and left with them on her back.
"Wait for me!" Wang Shuhui ran quickly to catch up, "You are carrying things and walking faster than me!" Wang Shuhui muttered.
"Don't come back when you get home! The village ladies have snatched up all the vegetable leaves!"
Mu Qingli looked at how much was left in the field, then looked at another wave of aunts and grandmas rushing over, and couldn't help but smile.
"Oh! I can't win it, I can't win it!" Wang Shuhui also shook her head and sighed.
"Everyone grab more, come on!"
"You're lazy!"
"Tsk! The pigs, cows, and donkeys in the team will definitely not starve in the winter. Aren't the leftovers from the oil presses, flour mills, and threshing all from the team? Members, grab some of the ones the team doesn't really want, so they can have a better winter..."
"...That's true." Wang Shuhui looked at the villagers who were busy grabbing the vegetable leaves and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.
The two chatted as they walked away. Zhang Yawei, with red eyes, hung the manure she had picked up on the designated field to dry, then ran away covering her nose.
I was running and vomiting, tears streaming down my face.
“Ouch!”
Zhang Yawei was so busy running that she didn't even look at the road and bumped into someone.
"...Captain Zhou! I'm sorry!" Zhang Yawei said with tears in her eyes.
Zhou Dafang took a few steps back and narrowed his eyes slightly: "It's Zhang Zhiqing! Be careful when walking!" He looked harmless with a smile on his face.
But that unscrupulous look, as if to strip people naked and admire them, makes people feel uncomfortable.
Zhou Dafang: This girl is quite pretty, even prettier than Feng Mei.
Zhou Dafang reached out and couldn't help but hold Zhang Yawei's hand and caress it.
When Zhang Yawei saw Zhou Dafang's naked eyes and touched her hand, and thought of what happened between him and Feng Mei, she felt even more disgusted. She couldn't help but pull her hand away and squatted aside to retch.
"Sorry, I'm leaving!" After saying that, Zhang Yawei covered her nose and ran around Zhou Dafang.
Zhou Dafang: ...
"Little bitch, how dare you look down on me! You'll vomit when you see me?"
Zhou Dafang stood there, looking at the fleeing Zhang Yawei with his back teeth clenched, his eyes full of coldness.
This guy was only thinking about the pretty girl and didn't even think Zhang Yawei smelled bad.
Zhang Yawei almost ran away in tears. As a reborn person, she lived to the modern era and enjoyed the freedom and equality of women. She was even spoiled by her husband and pampered by her children at home.
Although she was still an old lady who knew nothing, at least she enjoyed a wonderful life of being domineering and bossing her children and grandchildren around.
She felt that these were insults, very serious insults, and she felt extremely wronged.
She didn't know that there was something even more devastating.
The next day, before dawn, Zhang Yawei was called up and asked to follow the fertilizer team to the town to collect fertilizer.
“…Fuck it!” Zhang Yawei almost cursed out a few words of national treasure.
Going to town to collect fertilizer is just like collecting manure from a latrine. And you're still saying it nicely: collecting fertilizer, making fertilizer! Fuck you! This is what the lowest of the low do!
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