The increase in charm value by one seems to be nothing, but it means a lot to Song Jun, and it dispels a lot of urgency in his heart.

Now the composite value has reached four, which is still 6 points away from the requirement.

Song Jun drove the tractor abruptly off the cement road and into the uneven country road, the tractor shook violently, but Song Jun didn't feel irritated, but even his whole heart looked a little excited because of this shaking.

The path into the cornfield is very small, barely enough to allow a tractor to drive in, perhaps because of the good mood, Song Jun did not drop the chain at the critical moment and drove the tractor into the peanut field of the sixth uncle's house, but arrived at the destination safely, and then turned around in a crop field next to his own cornfield that had been harvested and became barren, turned off the tractor, and the mother and son got out of the car, ready to peel the corn.

Rub the wind oil essence on the bare skin such as the back of the neck and hands, as for the arms, Song Jun is now wearing a big long-sleeved white shirt, but he is not afraid of being touched by those caterpillars and other things, on the other hand, Song Xiaoyue and her mother are really fully armed, and in such a hot weather, they only show one face.

Looking at the dense arrangement of the "boundless" corn stalks in front of him, Song Jun was not as impatient as he was when he faced it a few years ago, but he felt a little eager to feel that this was an opportunity to temper himself, if he couldn't even stand this little bit of suffering, how could he counterattack and become a male god? You must know that Peng Yuyan, a film and television star who is now a mess, was also a fat man back then, and he was not as handsome as he was fat.

"!" Song Jun shouted loudly, and after raising his morale, he put on gloves, carried a plastic bucket in his left hand, and a sack bundled in a pile in his right hand, like a general, and ran towards the cornfield with a big belly.

The corn in the field has already reached the time of harvest, and the dry corn stalks seem to have been steamed dry of all the water, and it only takes a fire to burn them all in an instant.

"Tear up!"

Song Jun's big fat hand tore open the mysterious veil of a corn bud without pity, revealing the golden corn cob inside, and then brushed it to the bottom, his thumb against the end of the corn cob with slight force, only to hear a slight crack, a ** corn cob fell into his hand and was thrown into the bucket by him.

Peeling corn is a very boring thing, under the scorching sun, against the harassment of corn leaves with fine lint, constantly repeating the same action, if it was placed in the past, Song Jun would have gone to and pee and drink porridge to be lazy, but today he is not lazy, although he is sweating profusely, his neck is extremely itchy, and his eyes are dry, but he still peels hard, his fat body looms in the corn field, and soon a ridge of corn is peeled to the end, and on the waterway between the corn ridges, a sack of corn is placed, which is Song Jun's achievement.

Song's mother's movements are a little slow, but they are very serious, not like Song Jun's ups and downs, nor as leisurely as Song Xiaoyue, but Song Jun knows that her mother's work has always been the most stable, from childhood to adulthood, she has done the most farm work.

Song Xiaoyue had earphones in her ears and hummed the most popular songs in her mouth, as if she was not here to peel corn, but to go on vacation, but the speed was not slow.

According to the previous practice, the father of the sun ran from the top of people's heads to the west, until the red glow on the horizon reflected Song Mu's face through the corn stalks, Song Mu raised her head, looked at the sacks full of corn in the field, showed a happy smile on her face, and said, "Call it a day!" ”

It's no wonder that Mother Song is happy, because this year's harvest is obviously good, and more than 30 bags of corn have been harvested in one acre and two acres, which is a few bags more than in previous years.

Song Jun was covered in sweat and looked a little wolf, after he heard this sentence, he took out his mobile phone and looked at it, and found that it was already more than six o'clock in the afternoon, and if he moved all the thirty or so bags of corn to the tractor, it was estimated that he would not be able to go home suddenly until eight o'clock.

In the whole afternoon, the mother and son harvested a total of three corn fields, adding up to one acre and two points of land, and there are still more than eight points left, which is destined to be infinished today.

When he was in high school, when Song Jun came to peel corn, he was responsible for carrying corn, and his sister was not married at that time, and his sister and mother were responsible for peeling corn and tying bags, but now Song Jun is peeling and carrying, which makes him a little speechless when he looks at the bulging sacks distributed everywhere in the field.

This half-day peeling corn is definitely more tiring than my dad going to work as a construction worker.

Taking a deep breath and doing a chest expansion exercise, Song Jun walked to a bag of corn, tied the mouth with a rope, then bent his knees ninety degrees, put the mouth of the sack between his lower abdomen, bent down with difficulty and pressed the palms of both hands tightly against the two corners under the sack, with a force on his waist, and with his arms again, a standard dry land plucked onions, and the sack full of corn was thrown to his shoulders.

This corn field is very close to the tractor, although Song Jun has been at home for a long time, but he is there, and his strength is naturally not small, but he lacks endurance, so at the beginning he also carried the corn bag on his shoulder, and after carrying a few bags of panting, he felt that his brain was dead, and finally he simply used a horizontal hug to carry the corn bag to the car, so that the speed was really a lot faster, and the corn in the first corn field was quickly moved by him, and he was about to be tired and paralyzed.

took the time to check the personal attributes in his mind, but the result disappointed Song Jun, whether it was charm or health, or combat value, he did not have any improvement because he moved eleven bags of corn.

Eleven bags of corn is a big challenge for a fat man who has been at home for several years, although Song Jun has the size and strength, but the stamina is lacking, so he is as tired as a dog He had to pant and rest for a while before he started to act again.

The second piece of corn is separated from the first corn field by a few crops, about fifty meters away from the tractor, and the terrain is still low, it is a little difficult to carry it, Song's mother's health is not very good, she can't move, as for her sister, Song Jun at this moment is not willing to let her suffer, so she can only carry it alone.

After moving about five or six bags, a familiar sound of a motorcycle engine came, and Song Jun could hear that it was the sound of his own motorcycle.

After putting the corn on the tractor, Song Jun wiped his sweat, looked up, and found that it was his father Song Aiguo who came, and now it was only half past six, obviously after work, he found that the tractor at home was not in the yard, so he guessed that the family was in the cornfield, so he rode a motorcycle directly to the field to help.

Song Aiguo is a swarthy middle-aged man, with a somewhat thin figure, but his muscles look extremely tough, and he knows at a glance that he is a person who does heavy work all year round.

After parking the motorcycle next to the tractor, Song Aiguo looked at Song Jun's sweaty appearance, originally he just guessed that Song Jun might drive a tractor to pull corn, but he didn't expect Song Jun to really be willing to work in the field, so the black face with the ravine of the years showed a little happy look, and said: "Xiaojun, you have carried so much!" ”

"Hmm!" Song Jun saw Song Aiguo and took a breath, "There are more than a dozen packs, I'm afraid I won't be able to fill them all at once." ”

Song Aiguo nodded, took out a cigarette and handed one to Song Jun, and said, "This car is almost full, carry the rest to the side first, you rest for a while, I'll carry it!" ”

Song Jun looked at his father's handover eyes, he had not smoked for half a day, he only felt a dry itch in his throat, but remembering the task he had to achieve within a month, he could only shake his head slightly, and said, "Don't smoke, plan to quit smoking!" ”

"Don't smoke? It's good not to smoke! Song Aiguo was even happier when he heard this, he originally put the cigarette in his mouth, and put the cigarette in the box after hearing Song Jun's words, as a father, no one would want his son to smoke, because everyone knows that smoking is harmless, and now Song Jun not only changed the lazy problem, but also changed the bad habit of smoking, which is indeed good news for Song Aiguo.

Song Aiguo was in a good mood, but he felt that the tiredness of the accumulated day disappeared in an instant, and he walked towards the cornfield with brisk steps.

Song Jun looked at his father's back, felt that the corners of his eyes were a little sour, and then felt that he was a little hypocritical, so he sniffed, licked the dry corners of his mouth, raised his hand and scratched his itchy nose with his fingers to hide his feelings, and followed.

With the joint efforts of father and son, more than a dozen bales of corn in the rest of the cornfield were carried to the side of the tractor and piled up, and then, the mother and son sat on the corn pile of the tractor, and Song Aiguo drove the tractor and went back suddenly.

Song Mu and Song Xiaoyue went back to cook, while Song Jun and Song Aiguo needed to pull the corn home and unload it, and then they had to come here to pull the rest of the corn away.

"Son, you've helped a lot today!" After unloading the corn and starting again, Song Aiguo said to Song Jun, who was sitting behind the tractor, that he was in a good mood, and even his voice became louder.

It is conceivable that if Song Jun continues to be the same as before, tonight's thirty or so bales of corn will be carried by Song Aiguo alone, and his hard work can be imagined.

Thinking of his parents' hard work, Song Jun did not feel any joy when he heard this, but felt even more guilty, so he said poorly: "Where, these are my credits!" ”。

"Haha!" Song Jun's shamelessness amused Song Aiguo, and he felt extremely happy in his heart, he couldn't remember how long his son hadn't joked with him, in the past, Song Jun was always impatient with him, and he was even a little indifferent, and now the changes are what he is happy to see.

When the second batch of corn was packed and brought home, it was nearly eight o'clock in the evening, Song Jun took off his sweaty clothes, took a comfortable bath, put on the vest and casual sweatpants he just bought today, and then after being hungry for a day, he resisted the urge to eat three bowls of rice, only ate one bowl of rice and sandwiched some dishes, and drank a glass of white home-brewed liquor with Song Aiguo, who was in a good mood, and left the table.

This made Song's mother, who tried to persuade him to eat more, very disappointed, to which Song Jun's answer was: "I want to lose weight!" ”

So although Song's mother was distressed, she didn't say anything more.

When Song Jun left the dining table, he glanced back at the duck, fish and fried peanuts on the table, held a toothpick in his mouth, and reluctantly left the hall, and walked to the courtyard to bring a small stool to cool off.

A cigarette after dinner, race over the living immortals, if you are in the yard at the same time, and smoke, how comfortable it is, but Song Jun has decided to quit smoking, so after sitting for a while, he endured the addiction to smoking, left the yard, and took a walk on the trail in the village.

The fly in the ointment was that the sound of his footsteps drew a burst of barking dogs in the village.

The way of health preservation, not only in self-cultivation, but also in the cultivation of nature, Song Jun wandered around the village, felt a little bored, and suddenly wanted to go fishing, but the fishing tackle at home is made of mangosteen, and there is no fluorescence on the buoy, so it is very unrealistic to fish at night, so after walking around twice, I feel that what I have eaten for dinner has been digested, so I accelerated the speed of a pair of fat legs, and ran leisurely in the village, the speed is not slow, for the fat man, it is already an accelerated run.

This run, Song Jun found that the flesh on his thighs was shaking, the flesh on his face was shaking, and the general's belly was also rising and falling with the pace of ups and downs, so that after running less than 500 meters, he felt out of breath, and his body began to sweat, and after running for about a thousand meters, he began to sweat like rain.

"That's what Lao Tzu wants!" Song Jun secretly gritted his teeth and continued to run, but when he passed by Song Laosan's house, he jumped up and grabbed the trunk of the persimmon tree behind his house with both hands, and did two pull-ups.

If Song Jun's arms are thirty pounds, then he needs to pull up two hundred and twenty pounds of body with both hands to do pull-ups, and he is still tired after a day's work, so doing two pull-ups is already the limit for him at this moment, and he continues to run after he is done.

After running five laps back and forth from the village to the field, and running for about seven or eight kilometers, Song Jun, who was sweating profusely, finished his evening running exercise.

(ps:Someone in the book review area proposed,To enter the main line of the production of zuò anime as much as possible,But I think you still need to brew it in advance.,The author has already pounced on two books before.,So I'm still quite concerned about this.,If it's a big scene at the beginning.,Don't say I can't stand it.,It's that everyone will feel too pompous after reading it, right?)

So the author intends to come step by step, this process is as bland as tea, but with a touch of warmth, but in any case, I will not forget that the theme of this book is to make the novel into an anime, so this process will definitely not take too long, and the author will also arrange some small ** to relieve everyone's visual fatigue, so please be patient, okay?

I don't want my book to be like a bottle of soda, everyone will burp and fart after drinking, I want to write it as plain as tea, but it will cause thunder in the blandness, and give everyone the most incisive enjoyment! So, please give me a chance as a newcomer, please!

New books need to be cared for, I hope you can squeak in the book review area while collecting, even if you squeak, it's better than not saying a word! ）