To put it mildly, Wang Mingyuan was still driven out by Han Xiaoling.

Since Wang Mingyuan has settled in Zhangjiaao, there must always be a place to stay, and several leaders of the production team discussed, and the three small rooms on the left were assigned to Wang Mingyuan's name, in addition, he was also assigned a small piece of self-reserved land, which was left A few years ago the educated youth reclaimed a small piece of land.

The pots and pans left in the house were still there, and he didn't need to buy anything else.

Wang Mingyuan can move in with the quilt.

After tossing for half a night, Wang Mingyuan finished cleaning up and was able to lie down.

The next day, while he was still asleep, the door was slammed.

It was Zhang Shouzhong who came to call him, and from today on, he had to take Wang Mingyuan to work together.

Today's work consists of strong men cleaning and repairing ditches, women being assigned to the mountains to collect humus and manure, and the elderly and half-grown children clearing the weeds in the corners of the fields.

The terrain of Zhangjiaao is much higher than that of Chenjiagou outside, and water can be diverted from here to plant a larger area of paddy fields.

The work done by women is also important.

In these years, the crops are good, relying on soil fertilizer and livestock manure, not to mention those urea compound fertilizers and the like, even chemical fertilizers are still very few, many people have never seen them, not to mention, that thing is to be distributed by indicators, and it does not play a big role at all.

Without chemical fertilizers, whether the crops are good or not, it all points to these soil fertilizers, and the soil fertility is too low, so we can only get as much as possible

So there is an old saying: planting crops is not coincidental and depends on feces and urine.

Accumulation of fertilizer has always been something that the production team has been doing all year round.

Zhangjiaao is now connected to Han Xiaoling and Wang Mingyuan, the total is only nine households, and as soon as the work is arranged and dispersed, it will soon disappear.

On the first day of work, Wang Mingyuan was actually quite excited, anyway, it was a few big men, and there was talk at the beginning, but when he held a hoe and cleaned up the ditch for more than half an hour, he found that his hands were sore and uncomfortable, and there was a series of blood blisters on his palms, which hurt hotly, and he couldn't stand it anymore.

He is a young man born in the 90s, who has just entered the age of 25, although his family background is average, but he is also from the city, how can he ever do such a manual work of wielding a heavy hoe.

It is said that it is screwed into the factory, but in fact, it is just to control the machine on the assembly line, and the skin on the hands is tender.

What's even more nonsense is that he didn't talk about mud everywhere all over his body, and he suddenly noticed that on his lower legs, he suddenly stung a few locusts the size of little fingers, twisting and twisting on the belly of his legs, and his scalp couldn't help but feel numb.

He hurriedly jumped out of the ditch and slapped and beat the locusts, and finally cleared out the disgusting things.

Looking at the bloody bags on his legs, Wang Mingyuan sat on the edge of the ditch, full of resentment: I can't do it, I can't do it, if I continue to do this, I will have to kill myself.

Well, it's time for a headache!

Wang Mingyuan immediately dragged the hoe and found Zhang Shouzhong: "Third uncle, I'm afraid I won't be able to do it." ”

"What's wrong?"

Zhang Shouzhong looked at Wang Mingyuan, who was soft and without any spirit, and felt a little strange.

At the beginning, the young man who was still alive and energetic said that although he was a little stupid, he was a good guy who was willing to put in his strength, why did he become like this after a while.

Wang Mingyuan pointed to his head: "I have a terrible headache!" ”

When Zhang Shouzhong heard this, he hurriedly came over and looked at Wang Mingyuan's head: "The wound is scabbed, and there is no other place to bump into it, it's okay!" ”

"It hurts inside!" Wang Mingyuan looked pained.

Zhang Shouzhong hesitated: "Okay, then you go back and rest......"

He looked at the section of ditch that Wang Mingyuan cleaned, but it was only fifteen or sixteen meters long, just this little work, in exchange for any one of the few people present, it would not take twenty minutes to get it done: "Today is your first time at work, even if you finish half of the work, you will be credited with 4 points!" ”

After doing more than half an hour, I gave half a day's work, which was deliberately taken care of by Zhang Shouzhong, and it was a favor.

Wang Mingyuan nodded, and walked back along the ditch with a hoe.

"I'm afraid that my head was broken, what are the sequelae?"

"It's very likely, who can tell what's going on in your head."

"Arrange some easy work for him another day, I guess he will have to raise him again!"

Several of the big men who worked looked at Wang Mingyuan's back, talked a few words in a low voice, and were busy with the work at hand.

Wang Mingyuan didn't see a few people anymore, so he changed his previous decline and took a big stride towards the Zhiqing point.

First wash the clothes on your body, it is full of mud, and there is a strong smell of rot, and you can't wear it.

Fortunately, last night, the captain Chen Jinxue also gave him a set of homespun clothes and pants to wear, otherwise he would not have to change them.

Changing into homespun clothes and trousers, Wang Mingyuan carried the clothes and shoes he had changed into, and came to the small river, where there was a small pond blocked by pebbles.

He washed his clothes and shoes to remove the mud, and then he laid them out on the weeds by the stream.

Wang Mingyuan washed his face, legs and feet with the water of the river, looked at his reflection in the pond, a little nondescript, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

There would be such a bizarre experience, which Wang Mingyuan could never have dreamed of.

I sensed the virtual screen in my mind, there were still 38 hours left in the countdown, and everything depended on twelve o'clock tomorrow night.

In the nine days he was here, most of the time, Wang Mingyuan spent time recuperating from his injuries, he didn't have the slightest mental preparation, and he didn't know what he could do and what he should do.

I didn't have an idea in my heart, I couldn't see the situation clearly, and I didn't know what would happen after I stayed for ten days, so I simply lived in a daze, just to finish the ten days and wait for the results of the countdown to come out and then make calculations.

However, he also knew very well that in a sense, the people of Chenjiagou's production team could be regarded as saving his life.

If he hadn't come to this era, he would have been brought back by the hunters and bandaged with medicine, and he might have been lying under the falling cliff and unknowingly finished.

You know, even if you take the medicine, you don't wake up until the next morning.

That's a great blessing!

Look at the present, he is helping to settle down and settling down, even if he goes to work, he takes good care of him.

This kind of favor, in the era in which he lived, was already very bland, and without money, it was nothing.

These friendships, which are not impurities, seem so precious.

Wang Mingyuan was actually very conflicted in his heart.

On the one hand, he hoped that he could return to the original time and space to get rid of the hardships and poverty here, and on the other hand, he felt that he should do something for these simple and kind people.

"It would be nice to be able to go back and forth on both sides!"

Wang Mingyuan faintly looked forward to it, after the countdown was over, it would be like this.

If that's the case, then you can do a lot of things just by going back and getting to know better, and relying on the information advantage alone.

Well...... Go ahead and finish the 38 hours.

Therefore, when Han Xiaoling came back from work to eat at noon, she saw Wang Mingyuan holding a big bowl of white rice, squatting at the door, eating glistening vinegared vegetables, and when she came back from work in the evening, she saw Wang Mingyuan still squatting at the door, holding a bowl of dumplings filled with green vegetables and eating with relish.

Deliberately, absolutely deliberately!

Han Xiaoling suddenly felt that her corn rice was not fragrant at all.

"Just do it, sooner or later drink the northwest wind ......" Han Xiaoling, who was full of resentment, comforted herself.