As Lu Xiao spoke, he worked hard to cut the rest, wanting to finish cutting them and go home as soon as possible.
In the sweltering, stifling air, everyone was engrossed in their work, and time seemed to stretch on endlessly.
Just as everyone was feeling a little tired and impatient, the crisp and long-awaited end-of-work bell finally pierced through the noise of the fields.
Everyone left work feeling relieved and happy, having persevered for another day.
"Chunling, let's go." Zheng Yuanyuan called out to Ma Chunling.
"Hey, here I am."
The two walked forward chatting and laughing. When Zheng Yuanyuan noticed that He Hua was not there, she whispered, "Chunling, you're amazing. I never expected you to be so good at arguing and fighting."
"Isn't that obvious? No one should let others bully them. Even my parents have never hit or scolded me."
"Hehe, you have such a good personality, you never suffer a loss anywhere."
Hey, where's Liu Jianfeng? Why didn't he wait for you to come along?
"I don't know either, they're probably still busy in the fields."
Since the two of them started coming in and out together from time to time, the people at the educated youth settlement guessed that they were dating.
Seeing that they had already discovered her, Ma Chunling simply stopped hiding it and openly started dating Liu Jianfeng.
At this moment, Liu Jianfeng was moving rice to the warehouse in the drying yard, and several male comrades from their educated youth settlement were busy in the drying yard.
"Dajun, do you really think there will be a typhoon?" Liu Jianfeng asked Dajun curiously.
"It's possible. Around this time last year, a relatively large typhoon, with a force of 12, hit."
The rice paddies were completely flooded. By the time of harvest, the rice grains submerged in water had already sprouted, resulting in heavy losses.
"Is it really that bad? No wonder the villagers are all in a state of panic."
Those who are usually lazy at work wish they had three heads and six arms so they could all be cut off.
"Yes, that's why everyone is afraid of a repeat of last year's disastrous situation, so we can only hurry up and harvest the crops."
"Let's go, everything's moved. It's time to go back and eat."
Zhou Dajun called out to the people at the educated youth settlement, and everyone dragged their tired steps toward the settlement.
The people of Songjia Village worked hard for three or four days, but they could only harvest less than a third of the rice. They could only pray that a typhoon would not blow.
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