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She took off her mask,
She rolled up her long sleeves, revealing a section of her fair arm. Her sweat rolled down, and 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, and a bucket of water was carried 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 motion 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 minute,
I have 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 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 out the grass 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 from the corner of her eye.
In the greenery that filled her eyes,
The dark figure was tall and thin, as thin as a bamboo pole.
The man went down to the cornfield without saying a word,
He silently bent down to pull out 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 points of land, he took a breath and asked in a rough voice, "Which piece of land is yours?"
Zhao Lanxiang used corn leaves to block the scorching sun and took a nap very comfortably. 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. Today, he was wearing a plain cloth shirt that wasn't too shabby. His short and narrow pants finally covered his calves. His two slender thighs were stylish and strong. When the work got hot, he wanted to bare his arms, but in the end, he cared that there were women around, so he only rolled up his sleeves to the highest point, revealing his wheat-colored muscles. It was a thin layer, but it was firm and powerful.
Although he was a little thin, his strength was not weak at all. Eat more nourishment, and the muscles on his body would come back.
Zhao Lanxiang took out a steamed bun from the cloth bag, deep in thought.
"My biggest wish is to eat a steamed bun 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 Fuqiang powder. She used the eight catties of Fuqiang powder in exchange for the request of eating steamed bun every day for this month with the chef in the cafeteria.
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 Fuqiang 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 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 evoke 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 hands were softer than the steamed bun. Her glove had just been taken off, and it was covered white. Only a touch of pink could be seen from her fingertips. Holding the snow-white steamed bun, there was an indescribable temptation.
He Songbai moved his dark eyes 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 candy?"
Zhao Lanxiang, "What?"
The man became even more impatient and said, "San Ya took your candy. This money is in exchange for your candy. Take it."
He shook out fifty cents from his pocket and stuffed the wrinkled banknote into Zhao Lanxiang's hands.
Zhao Lanxiang was pushed back a few steps by his rude action.
Zhao Lanxiang said softly, "It's just a few candies. Why do you need money? I haven't had time to thank you for working for 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 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 gentlemanly and gentle he pretended to be when he was old was now the thorny version 1.0 of him when he was young. Zhao Lanxiang took a few bites of the steamed bun and chewed hard. She thoughtfully stared at the gradually shrinking 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 took a bath for herself and applied medicine to her meals.
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 three meals of coarse grain steamed buns with sweet potatoes and vegetables every 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 to eat. She still had the living expenses given by her parents.
After eating corn and sweet potatoes for a week in the canteen, Zhao Lanxiang planned to buy some meat and flour to improve her food on the weekend.
Zhao Lanxiang drank up the sweet potato porridge. She didn't see any oil for a week, so she was craving 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 never 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 to not increase her brother's burden, she didn't hesitate to go to the countryside to make a living.
Zhou Jiazhen said, "You don't have much strength. You can't do hard work. When you're free tomorrow, bring a kilogram of pork to the captain's house 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."
The corners of Zhao Lanxiang's mouth curved slightly, and a trace of slyness flashed in 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, shiny hair naturally fell over her shoulders. Her appearance was 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. Their tiredness from working seemed to dissipate. She was like a beautiful scenery, attracting people's attention.
Zhao Lanxiang wasn't like other female educated youths who were keen on socializing. Her communication with the male educated youths was even less. As a result, 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 in this era. 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 to a restaurant with a group of educated youths early in the morning.
Zhao Lanxiang didn't join in the fun. She only went to buy five kilograms of white flour, a piece of pork, and three ounces 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 dumbfounded. She asked Zhou Jiazhen, "What happened?"
Zhou Jiazhen said, "It seems that Zhao Si hit the wall when she was herding the pigs. The dormitory collapsed. Originally, our educated youths' dormitory was a converted old house. It's been a few years. During this period of time, there was a lot of rain, so it aged very badly … … I was cooking when it suddenly collapsed. Ai — — I wasted my three ounces 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 food for free. They didn't contribute to the brigade's food quota at all. Instead, they were good material that dragged the brigade down. When the first batch of educated youths came, the village was poor. They couldn't raise enough money to build a new house for them. The old captain repainted the old house and let these educated youths live in it. Later, the villagers gradually understood the nature of these educated youths. They were no longer willing to spend money to build a house for these people.
What should they do? There was no place to stay tonight. Zhou Jiazhen and Zhao Lanxiang looked at each other.
She took off her mask and rolled up her long sleeves, revealing a white and lustrous arm. Sweat rolled down her body. Her clothes were soaked and stuck to her body.
At this time, there was the sound of light footsteps 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. Not a single drop of water fell.
Zhao Lanxiang stopped fanning her mask. It was He Songbai, that old man!
She quickly drilled out of the green cornfield. She smiled and shouted at He Songbai, "Comrade, wait a minute. I'm in trouble. Can you help me?"
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