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At five o'clock in the morning, Zhao Weidong got up, he came to the canteen of the brigade to wash, and then played a trip to Tai Chi in the venue, and then returned to the room, and changed into an old clothes, otherwise it doesn't look like work, but although the clothes are old, but they are all good clothes, because people have grown up fast in the past two years, the old clothes from earlier can't be worn at all, and the rest are clothes bought abroad, the materials are good, the price is not low abroad, and it must be ridiculously high in China, but the color of the clothes is very low-key, That's all I can wear.

Zhao Weidong looked at his watch, the time was almost six o'clock, he locked the door of the room, left the team headquarters with a hat in his hand, and stood at the gate, the surrounding village scenery is so familiar, the memory has passed with time, these scenery are like being covered with a hazy light veil, a lot of memories have begun to blur, can only remember the general appearance, but back to the years of going to the countryside to cut the queue, back to this familiar and strange place, there is a special feeling, that kind of special strange feeling like a world away......

After looking around for a while, Zhao Weidong immediately walked towards Zhang Kaihong's house with firm steps, his home is about fifty meters to the left of the brigade, in a small alley on the right, the fifth building is Zhang Kaihong's home, walking into the gate, Zhang Kaihong was already sitting there waiting for him, and when he saw it, he immediately said:

"Weidong, you're here, I've prepared the sickle and basket for you, let's go and get it together."