From the end of the village to Xiaoyun Restaurant, it takes about ten minutes to walk. In the countryside, no matter what happens, as long as there is news, it will be transmitted twice as fast as the airwaves. So along the way, he kept hearing people greeting him: Principal Lang, good morning! This made Lang Mo have a sense of happiness and satisfaction in his soul. Even the big dogs and puppies in the village kept shaking their heads and tails after him, which was amazing.

Langmo was a cultured man, young and old, smiling and politely answering others.

Come to the door of Xiaoyun Restaurant. He strode in, he really wanted to shout, but he didn't know how to shout, whether to call her Alain, or the proprietress, hesitated, he shouted, "Is there anyone?" In the kitchen behind the restaurant, Alan's sweet voice came: "So early, who?"

When Alan appeared in front of Lang Mo, Alan was wearing a gray homespun cloth suit and a pair of sandals on his feet. He wore a blue turban on his head. Dressed like this, she is typical of the image of a rural woman, but despite this, she can't hide Alain's proud figure, which looks unique. As for Lang Mo's appearance, Alan was also slightly surprised.

Alain smiled and asked, "It's so early, my restaurant isn't open, I don't think you're fine, right?" Lang Mo asked strangely, "It's nothing, thank you." Why don't you do it early?"

Alan pursed his lips and smiled after hearing this: "We are not as good as you in the city, I only cook Chinese food and dinner here, look, these days, I don't even cook Chinese food and dinner." ”

"Why?"

"There's no business, the chef of the stir-fry also went back, and he won't come back until a few days, what's the matter, you have something to do with me?"

Lang Mo scratched the back of his head when he heard this. smiled: "I see, it's nothing special, I just want to.... I just want to come here for breakfast. ”

"You won't do it yourself?"

"I.... I won't. He said embarrassedly.

Then, Lang Mo recounted the incident of being splashed with water by others just now, and only laughed at Alain to the point that his stomach hurt. Finally stopped laughing, Alain: "That's it, I'm cooking noodles in the kitchen, I'll add one more for you, you wait." ”

With that, she walked into the kitchen one by one.

Looking at her back, Lang Mo felt that he was not only hungry, but also some other part of his body.

Slut, you fucking bitch, why are you so unqualified? Lang Mo scolded himself.

After a while, two bowls of steaming noodles were brought to the table, one of which had two fried eggs. Alan pushed the noodles with eggs in front of Lang Mo and said, "Try my craft, eat it!"

Lang Mo looked at Alain, picked up the chopsticks and stuffed the noodles into his mouth, and then said: "It's delicious, it's really delicious, I can't imagine that a bowl of noodles can be cooked so delicious! This is even better than last night's, how did you cook it, teach me?"

"You drank last night, it was somen noodles, today is different, come on, I don't want to teach you such a stupid apprentice!" Indeed, Lang Mo has never eaten such delicious noodles, and the taste is delicious and delicious.

Seeing that he was eating so deliciously, Alan sat down on the stool opposite Lang Mo and began to eat.

Who knew that the speed at which Lang Mo ate noodles slowed down, while eating, he glanced at her intentionally or unintentionally, Alan ate very slowly, but Lang Mo felt that Alan was so beautiful and elegant when he ate noodles. Alan finally noticed Lang Mo's unusual eyes, raised his eyes and asked with a smile, "Isn't it ugly for me to wear clothes like this?"

He was startled by Alain's eyes, his heart was empty, and he hurriedly said: "No, no, it's beautiful!" Alan Wan'er smiled and said with a little disgust: "Just your sweet mouth!"

The two finished eating the noodles. Alain asked, "Are you going back to school?" Lang Mo: "Yes, but it's okay to go back to school." Look at your outfit, what are you....?"

"Oh, I'm going to help Uncle Zhang in the village harvest rice today. Uncle Zhang and Aunt Zhang's son served in the army, and his daughter married far away, so when he was busy farming, people in the village would help him. When Lang Mo heard this, he suddenly came to his senses and said busily: "In this case, I don't have anything to do in school, so why don't I go too!"

"What are you going to do?" Alain's eyes were obviously very suspicious.

"Don't underestimate people! I used to be on the college basketball team, and I can't do anything else, but I still have some strength. After speaking, I made an exaggerated move, learning from the American Rambo, and deliberately showed the deltoid muscles on my arms.

Lang Mo is right, although he looks a little thin on the outside, his muscles are very strong, and he belongs to a lean strong man. Seeing this, Alan couldn't stop laughing, and then said, "Okay, I'll take you there, but don't complain!" Immediately, he found a pair of liberation shoes from the room of the chef Dai, and mentioned him and said, "Come, see if it's suitable?"

Lang Mo: 'Why do I wear liberation shoes, aren't leather shoes stronger?'

Alan laughed again: "I really can't do anything about you! There is water everywhere in the rice fields, just your leather shoes, which are expensive, can they be used as amphibious shoes?"

Alain found two more straw hats, one for each person, and at about half-past eight, the two went out.

Uncle Zhang's rice field is far from the village to the east of the village, and it takes about half an hour to walk. Along the way, most of them are field paths, and on the side of the road, crops such as vegetable fields and soybeans can be seen everywhere. Beside the winding stream, dewy grass was everywhere, and from time to time a few frogs jumped out of the grass, and a few butterflies and insects flew out of the grass. Walking on such a path, the grass with dew drops wet the trouser legs of the two of them in a short time. Seeing this, Lang Mo couldn't help but sigh: "This is the idyllic scenery, it's so beautiful!"

Alan turned around and said, "Yes, you will know the hard work of the countrymen in a while!"

Half an hour's journey is not long, but it is not short. Lang Mo followed behind Alain, and he felt that the faint fragrance on Alain's body was like opium smoke, and he would be addicted to it when he smelled it.

The two of them talked as they went, and suddenly, Alain was on the verge of not standing firm in front of a ditch, and was about to fall into the stream. He was quick to catch her, but he used too much force and his feet slipped, and he fell to the grass in the opposite direction with Alain. 'Bump' the ground, he fell to the ground twice, both of them were stunned, three or five seconds later, Alan finally reacted, blushed, and quickly got up from his arms and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't fall, did you?"

Lang Mo hurriedly said: "No, no.... It's okay. After speaking, he also got up, lowered his head and patted the dirt on his body, then looked up at Alain and smiled: "I should be the one who is sorry, I can't even stand as a big man!"

Alan glanced at him as fast as he could: "It's okay." With that, he bowed his head and hurried away like a thief, but his pace was much faster than just now.

Lang Mo sighed softly and hurriedly followed, he also felt a little embarrassed, but in the short few seconds just now, his heartbeat was still beating sharply.

Why do you feel this way? Does this mean that you are in love, is this your first love?

Of course, in addition to these, in Langmo's heart, there is another thought, according to the laws of philosophy, nothing can be absolutely good or bad, and coming to this Fenghua Village to be the principal may not be all bad, maybe ...... So 'Xingxu' is followed by countless Xingxu......

The half-hour journey was quickly completed in countless 'wishes'.

When Lang Mo and Alan arrived at Uncle Zhang's rice field, there were already more than a dozen people, young men and women, eleven or twelve-year-old children and old people, all of whom were working in full swing.

Harvesting rice is actually very simple, that is, cutting the ears of rice, and then throwing off the grains on the ears. If on a large farm, there is a harvester, it is a one-stop service, and it does not take too much effort. But harvesters are not available everywhere, and in rural areas, threshing machines are generally used to shake the grains. The threshing machine, which resembles a ship, is equipped with a large drum to shake off the grains from the ears of rice. The drum is driven by gears mounted on both sides of the drum, and the rotation of the gear depends on human power, which uses a thick wooden board to transmit power by stepping on one foot. It is a rather strenuous physical work, commonly known as 'threshing machine' in rural areas.

In the rice field, two young men stepped on the threshing machine as if it had a motor, and kept taking the ears of rice handed by the women and children, and stretched them into the threshing machine to rotate them, so that the grains fell off. Alan naturally went to cut the ears of rice, while Lang Mo couldn't do other jobs, but he could do the manual work that didn't require brains such as 'stepping on the threshing machine'. So, instead of a young man, he followed the example of others, and stepped on the threshing machine as fast as he could. A few crop men looked at it and praised: "Principal Lang, I really can't see it, it's so energetic! Not bad, not bad!"

At first, Lang Mo thought it was fun, but soon, he felt that the threshing foot began to sore. What's even worse is that the broken rice ears and the burrs on the rice ears are headless and brainless, making the whole body itch and very uncomfortable. As time passed, the sun became more and more intense, and the rice fields suddenly became steamer-like and hot.

Beads of sweat soaked Lang Mo's whole body all at once, and he raised his eyes to look at the others, who were already sweating profusely and soaking wet. It's like being fished out of the water. But they had happy smiles on their faces and did their job neatly. After all, it's a harvest season. Seeing this scene, he was embarrassed to rest, so he had to bury his head and step on the threshing machine like an old cow.

A morning passed quickly, and it was time for lunch. But for Lang Molai, his right foot that stepped on the threshing machine seemed to be paralyzed, which was called the word 'tired'. The lunch was carried by Uncle Zhang and Aunt Zhang from home in two wooden barrels. Aunt Zhang followed behind, carrying a load of water. The place to eat is under a large tree on the edge of the rice paddies. Uncle Zhang, a hunchbacked old man. He divided the meal one by one, and then shouted, "It's time to eat!" and lunch began.

Although it was coarse tea and light rice, after a tired morning, Lang Mo, who sat under the shady tree, still ate with relish. As he ate, he glanced towards Alain, whether intentionally or unintentionally, but Alain sat far away, as if avoiding Rangmore.

'Could it be that she was frightened by that little episode in the morning?' Ranmore thought. Uncle Zhang smiled again and brought him vegetables. While picking out some meat from the bottom of the bucket and sandwiching it into Lang Mo's bowl, he said: "Principal Lang, thank you so much! I didn't expect you to come to help me on the first day, this old man, I am really touched, come and eat more, eat more, you're welcome." ”

Lang Mo was a little embarrassed by Uncle Zhang's enthusiasm and said, "Uncle, you are too polite, I don't have anything to do in school, it is better to come to exercise and experience rural life, that is not a bad thing." ”

Aunt Zhang, who was adding water to everyone next to her, said after hearing this: "Look, what a good young man, if Alan can find such a husband, how good it would be!"

When Lang Mo heard this, he 'groaned' in his heart, could it be that Alain was not married? No, she should be married when she looked like her, because she was not dressed like the outfit of a yellow flower girl, but when he heard that Alain was not married, of course Lang Mo was overjoyed!

After hearing this, Alan hurriedly said embarrassedly: "Auntie, look at your ....." Aunt Zhang hurriedly said when she heard it: "Oh, girl, I have a lot of mouths, a lot of mouths, I should slap my mouth, but Principal Lang is really good, and he must be a hundred times stronger than the damn one you used to be." ”

After Aunt Zhang finished speaking, she deliberately glanced at Lang Mo a few times, and the other adults smiled knowingly.

But Lammore chuckled again, 'The damn one from before', what does that mean? Could it be that she was married and now single?

After eating, because the sun was too strong at noon, the big guy had about two hours of rest under the tree. Everyone was tired and didn't want to chat, so they rested. Lang Mo saw that Alan had been ignoring him, so he had to lie on the ground casually alone, wondering what the words behind Aunt Zhang meant.

At this moment, a little girl with two pigtails came to him and asked, "Are you the new big bad wolf principal of our school?"

Lang Mo said solemnly: "Yingzi, I don't call Principal Lang, I'm called Principal Lang! ”

"Principal Wolf, what's the difference between that and Principal Big Bad Wolf, aren't they all wolves?"

When the person next to him heard this, he burst into laughter.

After listening to this, Lang Mo touched the back of his head, because the question was not easy to explain. But Alan suddenly said: "Yingzi, that's right, he is the headmaster of the big bad wolf, and in the future, you will call your headmaster like this." ”

In the afternoon, it is natural to continue to work. By the time we were done, it was almost seven o'clock. Once the rice is harvested, the grains are brought back to the village and dried. A load of millet is about 100 catties. For a big man like Langmo, he naturally has to pick grain. One flat pole, two baskets full of rice. When Lang Mo first picked up his shoulders, he didn't feel too heavy. However, the rice fields were several miles away from the village, and when he had walked less than half the way, he felt unbearable, his feet were heavy, like lead, and his shoulders were hot, more like fire. He wondered why the diminutive women were able to carry a load of grain, one by one, running like a fly, while themselves were like Donald ducks, crooked, and slowly falling behind. It's simply a disgrace to men.