Song Lao Er took off his hand and put the two wild fruits still in Jiang Xiaochi's soil basket: "The tree has been rounded by me, but I don't want to eat it in the future!" Then he left without saying a word.

Song Lao Er is gone, Jiang Xiaochi is alone, and he can't break it with anyone no matter how much he wants to.

When I got home, I wanted to enter the space again while Mrs. Zhang was not paying attention to Jiang Xiaochi, but as soon as I lifted the soil basket, the wild vegetables that I had dug were lying in the basket intact.

There is no need to guess that Jiang Xiaochi can think that it must be Lao Hu secretly helping himself. The unpleasantness of the morning suddenly disappeared: they are all ordinary people, and the elves cannot be as knowledgeable as them. Besides, there is someone above us, isn't it?

With yesterday's lesson, this time Jiang Xiaochi can close the doors and windows tightly when cooking, if the smell of vegetables spreads again, how many people will be able to keep an eye on the house.

Mrs. Zhang also felt strange, it was a pot of wild vegetables, how to eat it in her stomach was like fairy grass and ganoderma lucidum, and she had strength in her legs and heels when she walked.

Especially the granddaughter, although she can't see it, she always feels like a different person. Mrs. Zhang didn't think much about it, she must have something in her stomach, and her granddaughter had the spirituality of her childhood.

After eating, Jiang Xiaochi suddenly remembered his sallow face as a hepatitis B carrier, hurriedly disinfected the used tableware, and put his used dishes and chopsticks in the corner alone.

After eating two full meals, Jiang Xiaochi felt that his body was full of strength now. Hengzhu wanted to get rich in this "labor reform", and after cleaning up inside and outside the house, Jiang Xiaochi went to the fence to take a look.

Because of the drought and the lack of a well in the yard, the freshly grown beans and cucumber seedlings wilted badly. In particular, the baby cabbage and baby spinach that the host just served before his death have charred edges on the dry leaves.

Jiang Xiaochi was anxious when he saw this, thinking that the spiritual spring in the space was still just a chaotic reed pond, and he couldn't take care of it too much, so he took advantage of the time to go to the toilet and hurriedly went to the space to pick up a bucket of water from the reed pond.

Although the spatial spiritual power is not enough, it is still easy to save the mortal seedlings. With moisture, no matter how high the sun shines in the sky, the seedlings in the column finally regain some vitality.

After finishing all this, Jiang Xiaochi simply wiped his face, and walked towards the brigade with a hoe on his shoulder.

Jiang Xiaochi is only fourteen this year, he is not yet old enough to go to the team to earn work, and he is a military martyr, so according to common sense, he should be able to get by with a living in the village.

But who calls the year is not good now, there has been no harvest for two or three consecutive years, and now the country is in difficulty, although Sweet Water Village is small, it doesn't want to pull the country back, so it is stunned to hide the matter of no harvest. The food that was distributed to Jiang Xiaochi's hands was even less.

The villagers were radical, and none of them complained, so they tightened their belts and didn't want to make any trouble for the country.

Although this year is still dry, but according to Jiang Xiaochi's intuition, it is nothing more than the rainy season comes later, as long as spring ploughing can be guaranteed, this year's harvest will definitely not be wrong, but the premise is that spring ploughing can not be delayed.

"Uncle Zhu! Uncle Jiang! The original owner didn't talk much, but when she arrived at the production team, she saw the captain and the accountant, Jiang Xiaochi caught a cat, and no one picked on her anymore.

In the village, the centimeter is paid according to work, and the accountant will record the centimeter of the day at the end of the day. Scoring is a chore, and a few people can't take it seriously. There is no way, in the end, it can only be done by the respected accountant Zhu.

The surnames Zhu, Jiang and Song are all big surnames in the village. The captain's surname is Jiang, the accountant's surname is Zhu, and the secretary's surname is Song.

Men, women and children are divided into different types of labor according to their physical strength. A strong laborer is 10 minutes a day, which is also called a worker. Women are given 5 and 7 points respectively according to the severity of farm work, which is also called a worker. You say that I should be counted as 10 points, then good, give you a shovel, and a member of the 10th division of labor to compare the ground, you just have to do the same thing as others will give you 10 points.

Like Jiang Xiaochi's young age, the village is considered to be taken care of, and Secretary Song said to give 5 points, and no one dares to doubt it. If anyone wants to stuff their half-grown children into the team, Secretary Song can worship people back in two or three sentences.

In the words of Secretary Song: "The girl is a military family, but she doesn't earn a centimeter on the ground, and the village has to support her." However, the children left behind by the old comrades are highly conscious, and they can't bear to drag the villagers back, and if anyone has any objections to this matter, they should hold a criticism meeting tomorrow, and wait for the comrades in the township to come, and then discuss the Tao together. ”

The old comrade's implication is that he is the martyr Jiang Dalin who sacrificed his life. It stands to reason that although Jiang Dalin is a martyr, the qualifications of the old comrades are not enough, but Secretary Song feels that the entire old Song family can't even raise their heads when they quit their relatives. Therefore, everything that has anything to do with Jiang Xiaochi is taken care of.

The team leader Jiang Dawu is supposed to be Jiang Xiaochi's uncle and uncle, and the matter of erecting his face in Lao Jiang's house, the wicked people have done it all to Secretary Song, how can he not sell a good reason.

Accountant Zhu has his own calculations, and this matter has nothing to do with him, it is nothing more than a matter of rewarding the girl for a bite of food, and the village chief and secretary agree to it, and he can't say that he disagrees.

The weather is dry, and the main task of spring is to fight drought. The village is called Tianshui Village, and it is reasonable to have unique water resources, but in dry years, the water in the river has dried up a lot.

The well-drilling team is now busy with various teams, and if the number is waiting for the well-drilling team to come and drill the well, it is estimated that it will not be able to be ranked until the beginning of spring next year.

Today's main task of the team is to drill wells to fight drought. Pick a few strong laborers to dig wells, and the rest pick up water and less water rafts (水筲shao: iron buckets made of snowflakes and iron sheets), and go to the river to fetch water.

It's not a day or two that the people in the village don't want to see Jiang Xiaochi, especially since Jiang Xiaochi has just crawled out of the coffin board, and he can't wait to hide far away.

In the morning, I just grabbed the field flowers of Jiang Xiaochi's amaranth, and I was even more arrogant in front of people. Even if he came to work in the commune, he also combed his oily hair and noodles, Jiang Boss was a strong laborer, and he was not in front of him when he was arranged to dig a well.

There were people in the village who had drilled wells with the well-drilling team before, and they had already stepped on the location in advance, came up to draw a circle, and Jiang Dawu beckoned people to dig it.

Although Jiang Xiaochi doesn't have any spiritual power yet, he can find out if he can get out of the water or not anywhere with his eyes closed. If the location of the well is shifted more than 100 meters to the east, the location of the underground water will be completely different.

But after thinking about it, even if I kindly reminded me, no one might take it, so I jumped behind the adults.

But after picking it back and forth a few times, the project of digging the well still did not make any progress, and the dust raised by the soil pit was a blur, and Jiang Xiaochi couldn't stand it anymore when he looked at it.

Jiang Xiaochi is young, carrying water is a laborious job, and the villagers don't have much to say about it. Jiang Xiaochi carried a water basket and circled in front of the well-digging team.

"Hold on! Adults do the work, and children don't make trouble. It was Jiang Dawu who spoke, although he was an uncle and uncle of his own family, Jiang Dawu didn't treat this niece who was not related by blood.