Chapter 3:

Thanks to Zhao Lanxiang's foresight, she didn't cut her hand with corn leaves when she was wearing gloves to pull the grass, but she worked slowly. Zhao Lanxiang didn't do any heavy work in her life. When it was noon in the hot sun at noon, she didn't finish the five-point work in her own name.
Others scattered in twos and threes, and Zhao Lanxiang was still squatting in the cornfield to pull the grass.
She took off her mask and rolled up her long sleeves to reveal a white Yingying arm. Her sweat dripped drippingly, and her clothes were soaked and stuck to her body.
At this time a slight footstep came from the cornfield, a man carrying a pole, and a bucket of water in his head and tail. He bent the pole sombrely, but he steadily carried the water through the large cornfield without a drop of water.
Zhao Lanxiang's movement of pinching the mask fan stopped for a while, it was He Songbai's old man!
She quickly drilled out of the green cornfield and smiled at Song Bai, shouting, "Comrade, wait a minute, I have difficulty. Can you help me?"
The sound is crisp and sweet, like a lark in the mountains.
It's a pity that the man seemed to be deaf, but also accelerated his pace and walked past her with water until the shadow gradually shrank and disappeared. Zhao Lanxiang looked at the dripping water on the way of the man, and his autumn eyes were dark. As for...walking faster than running.
But she was not frustrated. She put on her gloves again and squatted on the ground to start drafting.
After about ten minutes, there was a sound of learning from the cornfield. Zhao Lanxiang hooked her lips, keeping her squatting position on the ground, while quietly glancing at the figure behind with Yu Guang.
Among the green eyes, the black figure was tall and thin, very thin like a bamboo pole.
The man went down the cornfield without saying a word, silently stooped down and started to pull the grass. The thick black heroic brows were not wrinkled, and he lifted the weeds around Zhao Lanxiang cleanly. Even if the stubborn stubborn tussocks were cleared, it would be solved with a shovel.
After clearing the two points, he took a breath and asked roughly, "Which piece of land is yours?"
Zhao Lanxiang covered the scorching sun with the leaves of corn and took a rest for a while. She pointed this land with a finger, and made a circle. "Here to this side, I have done both of these land."
The woman's delicate and fair skin is covered in the green corn stalks and leaves, and the dazzling sun shines in the eyes. The eyes are so tender and soft, as if rubbing the sunlight into the eyes, the dazzling again warm.
He Songbai turned back silently, sullen his head and raised his for another half an hour, doing all the rest of Zhao Lanxiang's work.
He Songbai didn't dare to look at Zhao Lanxiang, but Zhao Lanxiang looked at him carefully and looked over and over. He wore a not-so-tough cloth today, and his short trousers finally covered the lower abdomen. The two long, thighs were stylish and strong. The work was so hot that he wanted to be shirtless, but in the end he was thinking about the presence of a woman, and he only pulled his sleeves to the highest position, revealing wheat-colored muscles. The thin layer is strong and strong.
Thin is a little thin, but the strength is not small. Eat more nutrition and your muscles will return.
Zhao Lanxiang took out a white-faced steamed bun from the cloth bag, thoughtfully.
"My biggest wish is to eat a white-faced steamed bun." The old man hugged her late at night and sighed with emotion.
When the educated youths of the second team went to the county to buy agricultural tools, she dragged them by the way and brought a bag of Fuqiang powder. She used the eight-pound fuqiang powder to exchange with the chef in the cafeteria every day to eat white noodles and steamed buns.
One pound of white noodles can make 10 big buns, eight pounds can make 80, she eats two a day. The remaining two kilograms of rich and strong powder are used as a cook's labor charge.
Zhao Lanxiang handed over a cold white-faced steamed bun and lifted it to He Songbai's chin.
He Songbai's attention fell on the white and tender buns she handed over.
The snowy white skin is smooth and bright, and the body is round and lovely. This kind of steamed bun made by the fine white flour is not dyed with a trace of mottled color, as white as snow falling in winter. It is said that it is soft and sweet, which can evoke the most real hunger deep in the heart, which is the taste that He Songbo has never tasted.
However, her white and tender palms were softer than this steamed bun. Yingrun’s thumb had just taken off her gloves and she was covered with white. Only her fingertips showed a touch of cherry powder. Tempting.
He Songbai moved his dark eyes away from the woman and landed in the black mud.
"No." His face was full of indifference, and fierce expression in his eyes.
He asked: "How much is your sugar?"
Zhao Lanxiang: "What?"
The man was more impatient and said, "Sanya took your sugar, and the money was exchanged for your sugar and held."
He shook out fifty cents from his pocket, and crumpled gross tickets were stuffed into Zhao Lanxiang's hands.
Zhao Lanxiang was stepped back by his rude action.
Zhao Lanxiang said softly: "It's just a few sugars, what more money? You have to work for me. I haven't had time to thank you. Sit down and have a meal."
In front of the man, the woman blocked the road silently and saw her smile all over again. He gathered his brows, impatiently pushed the person aside, lifted the shovel and turned away.
He Songbai's strange eyes were wild and cold, like a thorn.
Zhao Lanxiang grew so big that he had never met a more indifferent gaze.
Unexpectedly, the old man was still cold and cruel when he was young. In the old age, there were more gentlemen and more gentlemen. Now, when you are young, this 1.0 version has more thorns. Zhao Lanxiang gnawed a few white-faced steamed buns, chewing hard, and staring thoughtfully at the gradual black spot in front of him.
Someday will make you look good!
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In the afternoon, Zhao Lanxiang returned to the collective hostel of the educated youth, and looked at him with Jiang Li. She gave herself a bath with water, and applied medicine to her meals.
Zhao Lanxiang didn't make time for a week to find He Songbai. It was not because of the initial contact with older men that they were hit, but because of the too much labor allocated to them.
The heavy farming occupies her energy, and she is so tired that she falls to bed directly after working, and the strength of hooking up with the old man is gone. I can only smash it when I fall asleep at night To comfort.
The educated youth's food was very poor. The food was not oily and watery, and there was no meat. Three meals of rough grain buns were eaten with sweet potato greens every day. Occasionally, the rough grain buns were replaced with sweet potato porridge. Just kidding, where is the sweet potato mixed with rice, obviously the sweet potato mixed with sweet potato, and the rice grains in Huang Chengcheng's sweet potato chips are all countable.
Fortunately, Zhao Lanxiang did not rely on collective meals to eat, and she still held the living expenses given by her parents.
After nibbling the corn sweet potato in the cafeteria for a week, Zhao Lanxiang planned to buy some meat and flour on the weekend to improve the food.
Zhao Lanxiang slurped the sweet potato porridge without seeing oil flowers for a week, and the greedy meat was greedy.
The eldest sister Zhou Jiazhen glanced at Zhao Lanxiang, "I think the conditions in your house are also pretty good. Why didn't you stay in the city to work, and came to the country?"
"I feel that building a new rural world can achieve the ideals of life. I struggle every day, and it is particularly interesting. I'm here."
Zhou Jiazhen smiled bitterly, but this person is different from others. If she had Zhao Lanxiang's condition, she wouldn't go to the countryside if she was killed.
In her case, after finishing elementary school, she stayed in the city and could not find a job. The whole family was supported by a working brother. In order not to increase the burden on her brother that year, she did not hesitate to go to the countryside to have a meal.
Zhou Jiazhen said: "You have little energy and can't do hard work. If you are clear, you can take the pork and go to the captain's house. Let him send you a light work."
Zhao Lanxiang listened to Zhou Jiazhen and looked up at her.
"Okay, thanks for your suggestions."
The corner of Zhao Lanxiang's mouth slightly bent, and a hint of cunning flashed in his eyes.
Her pair of autumn eyes were covered with oil, her skin was delicate and tender, her dark hair was soft and satin-like, and she was very nutritious. She looked like she hadn’t been bitter or hungry.
When not working, Zhao Lanxiang wore a simple white shirt with a black skirt on her lower body, and her soft hair naturally put her shawl down. The appearance is very beautiful and plain, and the clothes are not very outstanding, but they are suitable to look everywhere. There is a good look that can't be said.
The male educated youths glanced at Zhao Lanxiang, and the hardship of working seemed to dissipate. She is like a beautiful landscape, attracting attention.
Zhao Lanxiang is not as passionate about communication as other female educated youths, and communication with male educated youths is even more pitiful, so that male educated youths have no chance to contact Zhao Lanxiang. After all, the relationship between men and women is still more particular this year. Zhao Lanxiang still behaved so coldly, and the men rushed to talk about the suspected purpose.
After spending Saturdays consecutively, the captain finally let go of the newly sent educated youths. Jiang Li took a group early in the morning with a group of educated youths to the county downstairs.
Zhao Lanxiang did not join in the excitement, only to buy five pounds of white noodles and a piece of pork, three or two oil.
She was dumbfounded when she brought these things back to the collective dormitory, and their dorm collapsed overnight. Zhou Jiazhen hurriedly ran out of the collective dormitory with a hoe, and said with a lingering fear: "Fortunately, okay, there are not many people inside, and no people were killed."
Zhao Lanxiang dumbfounded and asked Zhou Jiazhen: "What's wrong with this?"
Zhou Jiazhen said: "It seems that Zhao Si ran into the wall when he drove the pigs, and the dormitory collapsed. Originally, our educated youth dormitory was transformed from an old house. It has been some years. During this time, the rain was abundant and aging. It’s especially powerful... I suddenly collapsed when I was cooking, hey—the white spoiled my good piece of meat.

"I have to scold Zhao Si." Zhou Jiazhen said angrily.
The villagers were a little repulsive to the educated youths from these cities. They did not work hard and ate food in vain. They did not make any contribution to the food index of the brigade every year. When the first batch of educated youths came down, the village was poor and they couldn't raise enough money to build new houses for them. The old captain repainted the old houses and let these educated youths live. Afterwards, the villagers gradually realized the instincts of this group of educated youth, and they no longer wanted to pay for these people to build houses.
What should I do? Nowhere tonight, Zhou Jiazhen and Zhao Lanxiang looked at each other.
The author has something to say: I took a look today and there is Xiao Kuaiai irrigating me, thank you~
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