Maybe God can't stand it, and Zhou Jiao, who has nothing to do, is carefree.

No, the notice clearly told the students of this school, Zhang Guoqing and Zhou Jiao, to gather at the school at a certain time on a certain day.

What is the purpose of centralization? Dig river mud under the farm.

At the beginning of March, the snow in the northeast is just beginning to melt. Thinking of such a season to make people dig up river mud to accumulate fertilizer, Zhou Jiao was really drunk.

Facing Zhang Guoqing's worried eyes, she could only smile.

In the three years of high school, she took a few ideological classes, participated in two propaganda activities, and did not participate in labor activities once. This time it is already about personal files, future prospects. She has to go if she doesn't go, it's better to be positive.

Zhang Guoqing also knew that even the old principal had let the defenseless Zhou Jiao appear, and that was no longer a task that could be escaped. But he understands the difficulty of the task better than Zhou Jiao.

The weather is cold, the ice and snow are beginning to melt, the barren mountains and wilderness are uncovered, and a gust of wind blows over, which is no different from a knife. Not to mention going down to the river.

In previous years, there was a shortage of fertilizer, and Zhang's father often took the three brothers to dig up river mud to accumulate fertilizer, but it was not in such an early season, and it was basically a month to pass. That will be fine except for the tiredness of picking up the river mud.

Zhang Guoqing looked at the Qianqianyu hand in the palm of his hand, and he could imagine that it would be blurred with flesh and blood. On that occasion, you can't be different from wearing gloves, being single and wandering away from the crowd. What made him even more helpless was that even the school cafeteria staff went into battle in person - even this point of back road was blocked.

No matter how worried I was, this day still came.

In the morning, he sent Ping'an to Zhang Guofu's house and handed it over to Zhang's father and Zhang's mother, and the couple rushed to the school to gather.

Zhang Guoqing, who has always been qualified as the class president in the past, although he retired because of self-study, did not delay his high popularity and everyone's obedience to him at all.

Zhou Jiao has always felt that some people are born with leadership qualities. For example, Zhang Guoqing, who was born as an orphan in his previous life, had no one to cultivate him at all. But his talent is like innate, he has been the class president from elementary school to university, and he was unanimously elected as the president of the student union in the university.

At this moment, she was not surprised to see him being called over by the school teachers. watched him command with ease and hand over the task of carrying the banner to others. made Zhou Jiao bow her head and smile.

A huge team of teachers, students, and school staff in the county sang songs, raised flags, and walked to the farm 50 miles away.

The team began its journey early in the morning and finally arrived at the farm at noon.

Under the arrangement of the old principal, before everyone had time to take a breath and rest for a while, they had already taken two corn dumplings in their hands, and walked to the task place - a river bank downstream.

In the upper and middle reaches of the tributaries of the whole great river, you can see flags erected high on both sides of the river bank flying in the wind, and people are already in full swing on the bottom bank of the river.

In the lower reaches of the river, because the upstream has been dammed, and there are people in the middle reaches to draw water, it seems that there is no water at the bottom of the river except for a thin layer of ice.

After putting up the flag representing the county high school, the students were quickly assigned tasks by their class teachers.

Seeing that Zhou Jiao was assigned to dig at the bottom of the river, Zhang Guoqing took the initiative to ask Ying to dig the mud. I can still watch my daughter-in-law a little bit.

Zhou Jiao was wearing straw sandals, stepped on the surface of the river, and began to smash the river surface with stones, which she thought was quite interesting at first. A thin layer of ice shatters as soon as it is smashed, and it dries up in a few moments.

With Zhang Guoqing by her side, she was basically in the thin-edged area, but slowly, with the appearance of silt, her feet sank in, and the straw sandals no longer worked. The biting cold penetrated from the soles of her feet to her whole body, and from time to time she stirred her spirits.

She could clearly feel the blood flow all over her body stop flowing, and her feet were no longer sensational. looked at Zhao Yuanyuan, who was staring at her feet, and took off her straw sandals and thick socks ruthlessly.

She glanced at Zhang Guoqing, who was always paying attention to herself. Nowadays, everyone is full of passion, and everyone is afraid that they will lose to each other, so they work hard. She must not let people grab the handle.

Zhou Jiao mechanically dug the silt, shoveling the silt into the bamboo basket, and after a long time, she began to sweat. A gust of wind blew, and it hit the spirit again and again.

Zhou Jiao didn't know how much she had done, but she only knew that even if Zhang Guoqing had been secretly adding mud to her bamboo basket, her speed still couldn't catch up with Zhao Yuanyuan and them. Seeing that the two classmates who were in charge of picking bamboo baskets on her side looked relaxed, she knew that she was far behind everyone.

She didn't have time to envy Zhao Yuanyuan and them, and she didn't have time to listen to the voice on the radio. She took a hard breath, holding her strength, and wanted to speed up her movements quickly, but after a long time, she found that the shovel structure was really unreasonable, and she was dead.

Zhang Guoqing finished shoveling quickly, and saw that the classmate who picked up the bamboo basket had not yet come. He looked at Zhou Jiao distressedly, and began to stuff the mud not far in front of her into Zhao Yuanyuan's bamboo baskets. Now he can't wait to shovel the silt at the bottom of the river at once and let his daughter-in-law go ashore quickly.

What do you want to say that Zhang Guoqing regrets the most at the moment? That is, he himself is too relaxed, no different from playing, but unfortunately he can't be busy with his wife.

finally announced that she was having dinner through the loudspeaker, Zhou Jiao was so tired that she couldn't even pull out her feet, her whole body relaxed, leaned on the shovel, looked up at the front and back, she really wanted to cry. The women happily did not go ashore at all, insisting on finishing the piece in front of them before eating.

Zhang Guoqing looked at her face with mud, then looked at her eyes, lowered his head and smiled. This will make everyone actively express themselves, and he can't ask her to rest.

The head teacher personally came up for everyone to eat and continue to work, and finally let a group of students stop. This time, Zhou Jiao resolutely did not take the first one, she slowly pulled out her foot, slowly raised the shovel, and slowly shoveled up the silt and poured it on the bamboo basket. waited for someone to lift her feet and carry away, and she was slowly dragged to the shore by Zhao Yuanyuan.

Yes, it's drag!

Zhou Jiao is very grateful to Zhao Yuanyuan at the moment, if it weren't for her stupid strength, she really wouldn't have been able to go up the embankment. If she waited for Zhang Guoqing to pull her up, it would be a joke.

For dinner, there were three corn dumplings per person and a bowl of polenta, which already made everyone cheer happily. Zhou Jiao found that some classmates left a vegetable dumpling in their pockets.

A big bowl of corn porridge brought three vegetable dumplings into her mouth, and Zhou Jiao didn't feel any taste. She wondered if her senses were shut down now, but why did the fatigue come so quickly?

After Zhou Jiao finished eating, she didn't care whether the ground was unhygienic or cold, leaned on the earthen wall, stretched her limbs and limbed on the ground. I secretly laughed at myself in my heart, and any cleanliness habit is a fart in the cruel reality.

Zhao Yuanyuan took Zhou Jiao's straw sandals, compared her own straw sandals, covered her mouth and smiled. She found that Zhou Jiao had a hobby, and she liked to be delicate in everything. The straw sandals are probably knitted by herself. The hand is skillful, but not the strength. I won't be inferior to her in everything, and I always feel that I am too incompetent.

Zhou Jiao didn't know that her existence hit Zhao Yuanyuan's self-confidence. What is she going to do at night? Do you want to come to the scene of fainting, will it be too much to lose?