This is an anti-theft badge,
The genuine edition is in Jinjiang literature city.
Thanks to Zhao Lanxiang's foresight,
She didn't cut her hand on the corn leaves when she pulled the grass with gloves,
But the work was done slowly. Zhao Lanxiang had never done any heavy work in her life. At noon, the scorching sun was in the sky,
She hadn't finished the five points under her name, and her waist was already so tired that it was about to break.
The others dispersed in twos and threes,
Zhao Lanxiang was still squatting in the cornfield pulling weeds.
She took off her mask,
She rolled up her long sleeves, revealing a section of her white arm. Sweat rolled down her face.
Her clothes were soaked and stuck to her body.
At this moment, there was the sound of light footsteps coming from the cornfield. A man was carrying a carrying pole,
He was carrying a bucket of water at the head and the tail. The heavy weight bent the carrying pole, but he steadily carried the water across the cornfield. Not a single drop of water was spilled.
Zhao Lanxiang's fanning of her mask paused for a moment,
It was He Songbai, that old man!
She quickly got out of the green cornfield and shouted at He Songbai with a smile, "Comrade, wait a moment,
I have a problem,
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 even quickened his pace and walked past her with the water until the shadow gradually shrank and disappeared. Zhao Lanxiang looked at the man's dripping water along the way,
Her almond-shaped eyes darkened. Was it necessary... He walked faster than he ran.
But she was not depressed,
She put on her gloves again and squatted on the ground to pull the grass bit by bit.
After about ten minutes,
There was a rustling sound in the cornfield. Zhao Lanxiang curled her lips,
She maintained her squatting posture on the ground as she quietly glanced at the figure behind her from the corner of her eye.
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 grass with his bare hands. His thick, black, and handsome brows did not furrow. 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 half an hour. He finished all of Zhao Lanxiang's remaining chores.
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 got 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. The thin layer was 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 and thought about it.
"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 that she would eat steamed buns with white flour every day for this 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 even softer than this steamed bun. Her gloved thumb had just been taken off, and it was completely white. Only her fingertips were slightly pink, and there was an indescribable allure when she held the snow-white steamed bun.
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 note 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 strange eyes were wild and cold, like thorns.
Zhao Lanxiang had never met a colder gaze than this 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. He pretended to be a gentleman and gentle when he was old, but now he was young and thorny in version 1.0. 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 in 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.
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