The darkness before dawn is the most worrying, and Sheng Lanlan has a feeling of living like a year. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

It's been a week, and Liu Daming hasn't moved at all. Of course, Sheng Lanlan didn't know what actions Liu Daming had done, but every time she saw Teacher Tian's unrelenting expression, she knew that Liu Daming definitely didn't contact Teacher Tian again.

Sheng Lanlan saw that Teacher Tian went to the boiling water room to fetch water, and followed in, "Teacher Tian, the school sent me a red scarf, and I thought about returning Secretary Liu's red scarf to him." However, I heard that he had recently gone to the countryside to inspect the work, and he would not be able to return until a month later. ”

"Going for so long?" As soon as Mr. Tian spoke, he was busy and interrupted, "You can keep it, you can change and wear an extra red scarf." ”

"Then I'll keep it first, and I'll return it to Secretary Liu when I have the chance. ”

Seeing that Teacher Tian looked relieved, Sheng Lanlan was also relieved.

Sheng Lanlan is not afraid of anything else, but she is afraid that Mr. Tian will write a letter to Liu Daming again and fall into the hands of others. Fortunately, the mailroom didn't hear Mr. Arida's letter for a while, and Mr. Tian didn't have the anxiety of looking forward to the letter, and his face was much more indifferent.

The county became famous in a competition, and Sheng Lanlan was already a man of the year in Hongqiling Farm. From time to time, the Farm Propaganda Department asked her to go to the farm radio station to broadcast some emotional stories, and occasionally Wang Chunyan's third sister asked for leave, and Sheng Lanlan broadcast the news on her behalf.

Of course, Sheng Lanlan was also paid, and her small treasury had dozens of yuan.

In the golden autumn of October, the air on the farm is filled with the joy of harvest. Just after the National Day, Sheng Lanlan had not yet recovered from the chic holiday, and the primary school organized the Young Pioneers to go to the field to harvest soybeans.

Before the National Day holiday, her mother sent a telegram urging Zhao Jihong to go back and have a look. She simply asked for family leave, and forced Sheng Yanong to take her three children back to her parents' house to visit relatives.

Before the second uncle and two aunts left, Sheng Lanlan took her younger brother on a long-distance bus to the county, bought her younger brother a small picture book, small animal biscuits and new clothes in the department store, and then went home satisfied.

Poor motherless child, Sheng Lanlan took her brother's hand, and her heart was indescribably soft. Seeing that her younger brother finally stopped tearing eyes, Sheng Lanlan was very relieved......

"Tomorrow everyone will bring the sickle, and it is better to prepare a pair of rubberized labor protection gloves, so as not to prick your hands when cutting beans. When cutting beans, pay attention to the sickle don't hurt others, let alone hurt yourself, this activity is the action of all members of the farm, and it is also a time to reflect the demeanor of our farm primary school students, especially our fifth grade, to set an example for the students in the lower grades......"

As the head teacher, Mr. Niu, spoke, he kept holding the black-framed glasses on the bridge of his nose.

Sheng Lanlan didn't know what the sickle looked like, so she went to Zhang Yanqiu's house after school to see it clearly, and went home to look inside and outside the house, but she didn't find a sickle at home, so she had to go to Grandma Tian's house to borrow one.

"It's time to sharpen my scythe, it's not going to be too fast. Grandma Tian took the sickle with the shiny handle to Sheng Lanlan.

"It's okay, it's just a scythe. ”

No matter how blunt it is, it's a knife, Sheng Lanlan took the sickle to school early the next morning.

The Central Primary School Junior Team, the Autumn Harvest Soybean Team, and the Soybean Harvest Team set off in a mighty way. In the soybean field with no end in sight, the school brigade counselor has already arranged the tasks of each class.

Ridge to person, two people in the second and third grades, two people in the fourth grade, and one person in the fifth grade.

Sheng Lanlan looked at the ridge of soybeans that were distributed to him, the dense soybean grains were full, the soybean seedlings had dried up, and the ridges and furrows of the ground were winding into the distance, with no end in sight.

Just now someone has demonstrated how to cut beans, Sheng Lanlan waved the sickle twice, and the soybean seedlings were hard and prickly, and they couldn't be cut at all. She looked at other classmates on both sides, just in time to see Wang Chunyan's contemptuous gaze.

"Students, shall we have a labor competition?" Wang Chunyan's voice had the style of his sister, seeing that everyone should drink, his face couldn't help but be proud, and he shook the three bars on his arm, "Our fifth-grade students should set an example for the junior students, see who cuts the finish line first, is the model worker, reward three little red flowers and paste them on the honor list, and then withdraw two yuan from the class fee to buy a notebook as a prize." ”

As soon as Wang Chunyan's voice fell, her classmates in front of her began to applaud, "The captain's proposal is really good!"

"Don't applaud first, we also have rewards and punishments, and the students who cut the soybeans in the end will be punished, and they will lose three little red flowers, and they will not be able to participate in the final three-good student selection. ”

"This punishment is too severe!"

Zhang Yanqiu raised doubts, and a discerning person knew at a glance who the punishment would fall on in the end. Sheng Lanlan was originally a third-grade student, the youngest, and if she had to endure such a large labor intensity, she would definitely lose to her thirteen or fourteen-year-old classmates of the same grade.

"Only by rewarding and punishing can we reflect the equality of all people taught by the great leader Chairman Mao. Zhang Yanqiu, do you want to engage in division and inequality?"

Zhang Yanqiu squeaked, didn't speak again, and looked pitifully at Sheng Lanlan across a few ridges of land. In the labor activities of the Young Pioneers, Wang Chunyan is more majestic than the teacher, and she can only worry about Sheng Lanlan.

"I can declare in advance, no one is allowed to help others cut, if I find out, it is cheating, and I will be punished together. That classmate, let's change it. ”

Wang Chunyan walked next to Sheng Lanlan, patted the viscose gloves on her hands, stood still excitedly, picked up the whistle on her chest, blew it violently, and quickly squatted down, wielding a sickle to hold the soybeans one by one.

Wang Chunyan's family's self-cultivated land on the mountain will plant some soybean sorghum every year, and she is skilled in cutting beans.

Sheng Lanlan was left behind, Wang Chunyan turned around and snickered, got up again, and glanced at the land assigned to the fifth grade, there were already classmates who saw her, and hurriedly beckoned her companions not to cut too fast.

Everyone knows in their hearts that Wang Chunyan must win the first place in this labor competition.

Sheng Lanlan replaced Wang Chunyan's third sister to participate in the recitation competition, which made Wang Chunyan very unhappy, Sheng Lanlan even won the first place, which made Wang Chunyan's nest popular for several days. Now there is a chance for Wang Chunyan to save face, and everyone has to make way for her. A male classmate quietly ran to the other side of Wang Chunyan's field and secretly helped her cut.

Sheng Lanlan was not interested in these feathers and skins at all, thinking about Teacher Tian and Liu Daming, and was in a trance from time to time. Holding the stinging soybean seedlings in his hands became less and less feeling, and Grandma Tian's sickle was indeed very blunt, slipping off the soybean seedlings from time to time.

Wang Chunyan was angered by Sheng Lanlan's contemptuous attitude towards the labor competition, "Sheng Lanlan, what kind of foreign workers are you grinding!" reached out and picked up a dirt stump and threw it at Sheng Lanlan.

Tu Qila was impartial, and it happened to smash on Sheng Lanlan's right hand holding the sickle. Sheng Lanlan's right hand was deflected, and the sharp corner of the sickle was slashed to his left wrist, and the blood flowed like a torrent of blood.

Looking at the blood that kept pouring out of Xuebai's wrist, Sheng Lanlan slowly felt pain......

Sheng Lanlan was rushed to the county hospital. The blood bank was in an emergency, and Sheng Lanlan felt that the small flame of life was being extinguished little by little.

(Chapter 36 is a bit of a blast, locked by the system, and can only be unlocked when the editor goes to work on Monday.) Don't worry, everyone)