Thanks to Zhao Lanxiang's foresight, she didn't get cut by the corn leaves when she pulled the weeds while wearing gloves, but she did the work very slowly. Zhao Lanxiang had never done any heavy work in her life. By noon, the sun was high in the sky, but she still hadn't finished half of the land under her name. Her waist was so tired that it was about to break.
The others scattered in twos and threes, but Zhao Lanxiang was still squatting in the cornfield pulling weeds.
She took off her mask and rolled up her long sleeves, revealing a fair arm. Sweat rolled down her face, and her clothes were soaked and stuck to her body.
At this moment, light footsteps came from the cornfield. A man was carrying a carrying pole with a bucket of water on each end. The heavy weight caused the pole to bend, but he steadily carried the water across the cornfield without spilling a single drop.
Zhao Lanxiang stopped fanning herself with her mask. It was He Songbai, that old man!
She quickly got out of the green cornfield and smiled at He Songbai as she shouted, "Comrade, wait a minute. I'm in trouble. Can you give me a hand?"
Her voice was crisp and sweet, like a lark in the mountains.
Unfortunately, the man seemed to turn a deaf ear. He sped up and walked past her with the water until his shadow gradually shrank and disappeared. Zhao Lanxiang looked at the man dripping water along the way, and her almond-shaped eyes darkened. Was it necessary … He walked faster than he ran.
But she wasn't depressed. She put on her gloves again and squatted on the ground to pull the weeds bit by bit.
After about ten minutes, there was a rustling sound in the cornfield. Zhao Lanxiang curled her lips and maintained her squatting position on the ground. She quietly glanced at the figure behind her.
In the midst of the greenery, the dark figure was tall and thin, as thin as a bamboo pole.
The man didn't say anything when he got down to the cornfield. He silently bent down to pull the weeds with bare hands. His thick, dark eyebrows didn't wrinkle. He took a breath and pulled out all the weeds around Zhao Lanxiang. Even the stubborn bushes with thorns were cleared away with three to five shovels.
After he finished clearing two plots of land, he took a breath and asked in a rough voice, "Which plot of land is yours?"
Zhao Lanxiang used corn leaves to block the scorching sun and took a nap in satisfaction. She pointed at the piece of land and drew a circle. "From here to there, these two pieces of land belong to me."
The woman's delicate and fair skin was covered by the green corn stalks and leaves, and she was dazzled by the scorching sun. Her watery eyes were extremely gentle, as if they had crushed the sunlight into her eyes, dazzling and warm.
He Song Bai silently turned around. His head was lowered as he picked up the hoe and worked for another half an hour. He finished all of Zhao Lanxiang's remaining work.
He Songbai didn't dare to look at Zhao Lanxiang, but Zhao Lanxiang looked at him carefully, turning him over and over. He was wearing a shabby cotton shirt today, and his short and narrow trousers finally covered his calves. His two slender thighs were stylish and strong. When the work was hot, he wanted to bare his arms, but he thought that there was a woman here, so he only rolled up his sleeves to the highest point, revealing his wheat-colored muscles. It was a thin layer, but strong and strong.
He was a little thin, but his strength was not small at all. If he ate more nutrients, his muscles would come back.
Zhao Lanxiang took out a steamed bun from the cloth bag thoughtfully.
"My biggest wish is to eat steamed buns with white flour." The old man hugged her in the middle of the night and sighed with infinite emotion.
When the educated youths of the second team went to the county to buy farm tools, she dragged them along and gave them a bag of Fu Qiang powder. She used the eight catties of Fu Qiang powder to exchange with the chef in the cafeteria to eat steamed buns every day for a month.
One catty of white flour could make ten steamed buns, and eight catties could make eighty steamed buns. She ate two steamed buns every day. The remaining two catties of Fu Qiang powder were used as the chef's labor fee.
Zhao Lanxiang handed over a cold steamed bun and raised it to He Songbai's chin.
He Songbai's attention fell on the white and tender steamed bun that she handed over.
The snow-white skin was smooth and soft, and the round head was cute. The steamed bun made with this kind of high-quality white flour was not stained with a trace of color, and it was as white as the snow that fell in winter. It was said that it was soft and sweet, and it could arouse the most genuine hunger buried deep in one's heart. It was a taste that He Songbai had never tasted before.
However, her white and tender palm was softer than the steamed bun. Her gloved thumb was covered white, and only a touch of cherry pink could be seen from her fingertips. Holding the snow-white steamed bun, there was an indescribable temptation.
He Song Bai's dark eyes moved away from the woman's body and fell into the dark mud.
"No need." His face was full of indifference, and there was a fierce look in his eyes.
He asked, "How much is your sugar?"
Zhao Lanxiang asked, "What?"
The man became even more impatient and said, "San Ya took your sugar. This money is in exchange for your sugar. Take it."
He shook out fifty cents from his pocket and stuffed the wrinkled bill into Zhao Lanxiang's hand.
Zhao Lanxiang was pushed back a few steps by his rude action.
Zhao Lanxiang said softly, "It's just a few pieces of sugar. Why do you need money? I haven't had time to thank you for helping me. Sit down and eat. "
The man saw that the woman in front of him was silently blocking the road, and he also saw that her face was full of smiles. He frowned and impatiently pushed her to the side. He picked up the shovel and turned to leave.
He Songbai's unfamiliar eyes were wild and cold, like thorns.
Zhao Lanxiang had never met a more indifferent gaze in her life.
She didn't expect the old man to be so cold and cruel when he was young. You really couldn't judge a book by its cover. The more gentlemanly and gentle he pretended to be when he was old, the more thorny he was now when he was young. Zhao Lanxiang took a few bites of the steamed bun and chewed hard. She stared thoughtfully at the gradually smaller black spot in front of her.
One day I'll teach you a lesson!
… …
In the afternoon, Zhao Lanxiang returned to the collective dormitory of the educated youths. She and Jiang Li looked at each other with disgust. She huffed and puffed as she fetched herself some water to bathe, eat, and apply medicine.
Zhao Lanxiang didn't have private time to find He Songbai for a week. It was not because she was discouraged by the first contact with the old man, but because they were assigned too much work.
The heavy farming occupied her energy. Every time she finished the work, she was so tired that she fell asleep directly on the bed. She had no strength to hook up with the old man. She could only think of him when she fell asleep at night to comfort herself.
The educated youths' food was very poor. There was no oil or meat in the food. They ate coarse grain steamed buns with sweet potatoes and vegetables three times a day. Occasionally, the coarse grain steamed buns would be replaced by sweet potato porridge. Zhao Lanxiang joked with another old educated youth in the dormitory. It was not rice mixed with sweet potatoes. It was obviously sweet potatoes mixed with sweet potatoes. There were few rice grains in the yellow sweet potato chips.
Fortunately, Zhao Lanxiang didn't rely on the collective food. She still had the living expenses given by her parents in her hand.
After eating corn and sweet potatoes for a week in the canteen, Zhao Lanxiang planned to buy some meat and flour on the weekend to improve her food.
Zhao Lanxiang gulped down the sweet potato porridge. She didn't see any oil for a week, so she was hungry for meat.
Zhou Jiazhen glanced at Zhao Lanxiang. "I think your family is very rich. Why didn't you stay in the city to work? Why did you come to the countryside?"
"I think building a new countryside can realize my dream of life. It's very interesting to work hard every day. So I came here."
Hearing this, Zhou Jiazhen smiled bitterly. This person was different from others. If she had Zhao Lanxiang's conditions, she would rather die than go to the countryside.
Her situation was that she couldn't find a job in the city after finishing primary school. Her whole family depended on her brother who had a job. That year, in order not to increase her brother's burden, she didn't hesitate to go to the countryside to make a living.
Zhou Jiazhen said, "You are not strong enough to do hard work. Tomorrow when you are free, you can go to the captain's house with a kilogram of pork and ask him to give you a light job. "
When Zhao Lanxiang heard Zhou Jiazhen's words, she raised her head to look at her.
"Okay, thank you for your suggestion."
Zhao Lanxiang's mouth curved slightly, and a trace of slyness flashed through her eyes.
Her limpid eyes seemed to be smeared with a layer of oil. Her skin was delicate and white, and her jet-black hair was as soft as satin. She was especially well-nourished, and it was obvious that she had never suffered or been hungry before.
When she wasn't working, Zhao Lanxiang wore a simple white shirt and a black skirt. Her soft and shiny hair naturally fell over her shoulders. She looked very elegant and simple. Her clothes weren't very outstanding, but they were suitable everywhere. There was a kind of indescribable beauty.
The male educated youths glanced at Zhao Lanxiang, and the tiredness from working seemed to dissipate. She was like a beautiful scenery, attracting people's attention.
Zhao Lanxiang wasn't like the other female educated youths who were keen on socializing. Her interactions with the male educated youths were pitiful. Thus, the male educated youths had even less opportunity to come into contact with Zhao Lanxiang. After all, the relationship between men and women was more particular these days. Zhao Lanxiang was still so cold. The male comrades rashly went up to talk to her with suspicion that they had bad intentions.
After enduring through Saturday, the captain finally let go of this group of educated youths who had just gone to the countryside. Jiang Li went with a group of educated youths early in the morning to eat at a restaurant in the county.
Zhao Lanxiang didn't join in the fun. She only went to buy five kilograms of white flour, a piece of pork, and three grams of oil.
When she carried these things back to the dormitory, she was dumbfounded. The dormitory they were staying in had collapsed overnight. Zhou Jiazhen hurriedly ran out of the dormitory with a hoe. He said with lingering fear, "Fortunately, there weren't many people inside. No one was killed."
Zhao Lanxiang was stunned and asked Zhou Jiazhen, "What happened?"
Zhou Jiazhen said, "It seems that Zhao Si hit the wall when she was herding the pigs, and the dormitory collapsed. Originally, our educated youths' dormitory was transformed from an old house. It's been a few years. During this period of time, there was a lot of rain, so it aged very badly … … When I was cooking, it suddenly collapsed. Sigh — — I wasted my three grams of good meat. "
"I must curse Zhao Si to death." Zhou Jiazhen said angrily.
The villagers originally disliked these educated youths who came from the city. They couldn't do heavy work and ate free food. Every year, they didn't contribute to the brigade's food quota. On the contrary, they were good material that dragged the brigade down. When the first group of educated youths came, the village was poor and couldn't raise enough money to build new houses for them. The captain repainted the old houses and let these educated youths live there. Later, the villagers gradually understood the nature of these educated youths and were no longer willing to pay to build houses for them.
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