"Come on, hurry up and get here. You're always nagging when we're working. I've put up with you for a long time. Do you think I'm afraid of you?"
She and He Hua had been working together for the past few days, and the already sweltering weather was making them feel irritable.
That bitch He Hua kept complaining and cursing, cursing this and that, never stopping.
The two had several arguments, but they never resolved them.
The pent-up tension between the two over the past few days erupted like a volcano at this moment.
When Ma Chunling saw He Hua rushing over, she immediately squatted down, scooped up mud with both hands, and threw it at He Hua. He Hua was caught off guard and was hit in the chest.
"You dare to smash me? Go ahead and smash me."
He Hua stood with her hands on her hips, her eyes wide open, and the veins on her forehead throbbed slightly with anger.
He Hua then squatted down and used both hands to scoop up mud and throw it at Ma Chunling. Ma Chunling dodged, and then the two of them started throwing mud at each other again.
The two men smashed things and cursed as they went, their shouts growing louder and louder, their arguments echoing through the open field.
Ma Chunling was so angry that her face turned red. She bent down, grabbed a handful of mud, and threw it at He Hua.
The mud traced an arc in the air, "Serves you right for being so stubborn. Today I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget!"
Ma Chunling was the most cunning; she specifically targeted her face and head with her attacks.
He Hua couldn't dodge in time, and the mud splattered onto her shoulder with a "smack".
She quickly squatted down, grabbed a handful of mud from the ground, and threw it forcefully at Ma Chunling.
The mud scattered, some splashing onto Ma Chunling's hair, like a mud hat on her head.
Ma Chunling angrily cursed and then repeatedly dug up mud and threw it at He Hua, who dodged and fought back.
Mud flew back and forth between the two of them. Their clothes, faces, and heads were covered in mud.
Sweat mixed with dirt streamed down his face and head, leaving streaks of mud crisscrossing his face, making him look both disheveled and comical.
People around them saw that they were throwing more and more violently, so they gathered around to try to stop them.
But at this point, Ma Chunling and He Hua had completely lost their minds, immersed in the mud fight, and ignored the shouts of those around them.
Only when both of them were panting heavily did their movements gradually slow down, but the anger in their eyes still hadn't subsided.
Those around quickly tried to stop them, saying that if they continued smashing things and didn't work, they might attract the attention of the team leader.
By this time, they were covered in mud and had become mud figures.
"What are you doing! Why are so many people gathered around? Get out of there and get back to work!" the captain shouted as he arrived from afar.
"Oh, it's nothing, everyone's busy working," Zheng Yuanyuan said softly.
The team leader suddenly fixed his gaze on Ma Chunling and He Hua, "What happened to you two? You're covered in mud? Why are there so many clumps of mud in this field?"
"They slipped and fell while working and got mud on their hands. They'll be more careful next time," Zheng Yuanyuan explained.
"Alright, alright, let's get back to work. We can finish in half an hour."
After giving his instructions, the captain left again. He knew they were causing trouble, but he would pretend not to see it as long as it was minor.
He's busy all day and doesn't have much time to deal with these trivial matters.
After the captain left, everyone got busy.
Chen Gang looked at He Hua, who used to be delicate, and saw that she had become increasingly shrewish after going to the countryside, looking just like the village aunties.
He looked down on her more and more, and in his heart he even compared her to Zou Daying.
He hadn't seen Zou Daying for a long time since he married He Hua, and he really missed her family's cooking.
He Hua's cooking has become increasingly unpalatable. Sometimes when she doesn't feel like cooking, she just stuffs a few sweet potatoes into the stove and eats them as a meal.
The more I eat, the more my heart aches, and I have to drink a lot of water while eating.
He lamented as he harvested the rice, hating everyone.
With only half an hour left before they could finish work, the others quickly got to work, some harvesting, some threshing, and some bagging the rice.
Zhou Man sat down directly on the field ridge; she was simply too tired.
The team leader usually turns a blind eye to routine weeding and other minor tasks.
But the autumn harvest is out of the question; everyone has to go to the fields to work.
Zhou Man was delicate and weak, and her strength was limited. Looking at the golden rice field, she really couldn't harvest the rice.
So the brigade leader asked her to bundle the rice, and she could only bend over and laboriously lift a small bundle of heavy rice in the field.
Then the rice is transported to the threshing machine and handed to the skilled operator so that the rice can be threshed smoothly.
She walked back and forth several times until she was exhausted. She didn't care about getting dirty anymore and just sat down on the field embankment to rest.
Liu Hongying just kept her head down and worked, cutting one crop after another.
Zhou Man, Liu Hongying, Lu Xiao, Zhang Shang, and the other newcomers realized that this was the start of the workday.
Their bodies are exhausted every day. They work in a bent-over position for long periods of time, and their backs feel like they've been hit by a heavy hammer, sore and aching unbearably.
"Brother, my legs are sore and weak, and my arms are so tired I can't even lift them," Lu Xiao said with a sigh.
Zhang Shang's clothes were soaked with sweat, small water droplets were still dripping from his hair, and his face was covered with mud and rice dust.
"Keep up the good work, we'll be back soon, it's almost six o'clock."
"It's already November, and it's still so hot in the south. We would have been wearing coats in Beijing a long time ago."
The difference between the South and the North is too great! The team leader even said there's a typhoon? It's winter already, and there's still a typhoon.
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