Wei Lan was angry, and she didn't control her strength well when she loaded things, and the packaging box was pinched by her, and it was like venting her anger when she looked at it.

Ding Maomao and Jiang Lihua's hearts also trembled twice.

The next afternoon it rained heavily, and the raindrops fell on the roof as if they were about to shatter the tiles.

Because the rain was so heavy that the people who had gone to work in the fields came back early.

The educated youths sat in the hall, holding their chins one by one and looking outside, and the ground outside had already accumulated water.

The air is filled with the smell of earth, and in addition to that, there is a damp sticky feeling, and the solid and flat dirt floor in the house becomes slippery at this time, and it looks like water will seep out immediately, and if you are not careful, it is easy to slip.

Jiang Lihua pursed her lips, "Just now I thought it would be cooler when it rained, but now it seems that it is not as good as when it is hot!" ”

Yang Yan said: "The south is like this, it is easy to regain the tide, and when the weather is fine tomorrow, we have to take our clothes outside to dry, otherwise it is easy to get mold." ”

The rain is menacing, it comes quickly, it goes fast, it rains for about half an hour before and after, although the time is not long, but the rain is very strong, the water level of the small port has risen a lot, and you can see the splash of white flowers on the side of the Banzi Bridge gushing outward.

Just after a heavy rain, someone from the team came to inform the educated youths to go to the field to check the situation, and found that the water level was too high or some seedlings were floating, and they could be remedied in time.

Although Wei Lan was still on sick leave, this matter was a major event related to the ration harvest of the members this year, and she also rolled up her trouser legs and put on straw shoes to check the situation in the fields behind everyone.

The sky was still gray, and the crops in dusty clothes on the ridges of the fields were shuttling quickly, and after inspecting a field, they immediately went to the other side.

The educated youths acted in groups, Wei Lan was assigned to a group with Yu Tingyi, and went to the foot of the back mountain to check the situation, there were seven or eight acres of paddy fields, one ring after another, because the top was a small pond, the water level of the pond rose, and the water said that the cylinder drain flowed into the field, so it was accompanied by a few acres of paddy fields flooded Jinshan.

Yu Ting discussed digging a ditch to release water, and Wei Lan took a bamboo basket to collect the soil, so as not to be washed away by the water, and it was useless to plug the gap for a while.

After picking up the soil, Wei Lan washed his hands in the field, and squatted on the side to wait with Yu Tingyi, seven or eight acres of fields were ring by ring, and the water had to be put for a while.

Because she had grabbed the mud just now, Wei Lan had sunk a lot between her fingernails, and there was nothing else to do when she went out anyway, so she squatted on the ridge and clasped her fingers.

Yu Ting glanced at her and said, "Don't do it, beware of your nails dyed yellow." ”

"Just a lump of mud? Can you still dye your nails? Wei Lan didn't believe it, and continued to button the mud in her nails.

Yu Tingyi stretched out his hand to show her, "Look." ”

Yu Ting's hand is very large, because of the farm work, it is still rough. He has been planting seedlings for several days recently, and the surface of his fingernails is dyed with a layer of rust, and there is still some black at the corners, which cannot be washed off.

Wei Lan's hands were very white, and her nails were neatly trimmed, and Yu Tingyi couldn't bear it when she thought of what kind of expression she would show after her nails were dyed.

Wei Lan had a bitter look on his face, wouldn't he?

Looking at Yu Tingyi's hand, and then at his own hand, Wei Lan said with a bitter face: "It's not like you catch mud every day, it's okay this time." ”

"I'm okay, didn't you look at Yang Yan's hands? In addition to the nails, the fingers also turned red. If you don't mind, just keep tossing. ”

Yu Tingyi turned his head and didn't say much.

Wei Lan was silent.

What if you know that Yu Tingyi has good intentions? If she really didn't care about anything and just watched from the sidelines, would that be like words?

(End of chapter)