This young man's surname is Song, he is from Su Cheng, and when he first came, his arms were as thin as lotus roots, and his round face was white.

Although it is not as good-looking as the original owner's facial features, it can be regarded as a golden phoenix flying in the city in Shishui Village.

But now, her legs were thicker and her waist was thinner, and her white and tender hands were dark and thick, and calluses had grown on them.

The countryside is really a good place to transform people, and larks can also be transformed into small sparrows.

In the seedling field, everyone was working hard, and Song Zhiqing's complaints did not make any waves.

Song Xiaoling stood lazily for a while, watching everyone rush forward, falling farther and farther.

She also considered that this work was assigned to her, and she had to plant rice in the field if she couldn't finish the work, so she moved again.

Shu Ange worked unhurriedly, his movements were very numb, there were loaches and leeches in the ground, and he stepped on it coldly, which was slippery and hairy.

The loaches are okay, they avoid people far away, and leeches burrow when they see meat, and people can't find them for a while.

By the time the leech was found, it had been burrowing into the flesh and sucking the blood for a while.

Shu Ange was planting seedlings while staring at the ground under his feet, and when he encountered a leech, he gently pinched his two fingers and threw it directly into a place where no one was.

There are also some palm-sized small fish in the rice field, which are more afraid of people than loaches, Shu Ange looked at these small fish, and the gluttonous insects were immediately hooked.

It's not that she's greedy, who has a clear soup and little water every day, and who grows rice but can't even eat a few grains of rice, will also panic when she is hungry.

Finally, after a hard day's work, the men can get 10 to 12 points, and the women can get a maximum of 8 points.

When eating a big pot of rice, the more strenuous the labor, the higher the labor score, so the woman suffers here.

When planting seedlings, Shu Ange did not forget to practice her kung fu, others were patient with the nature of planting seedlings one by one, she took advantage of people's inattention, and directly threw out a few hidden weapons.

Shu Ange has great strength and good head, and the seedlings are firmly planted in the ground, and her work speed is much faster than others.

The time saved, Shu Ange will give a helping hand to the villagers or educated youths who usually have a good relationship, but he will not do it for long.

Just mean it, Shengmi Endou Mi ugly, she doesn't have the ideological consciousness of dedicating herself to voluntary labor.

The seedlings in this field have just been planted, and Shu Ange and several educated youths have been arranged to harvest the seedlings in another field.

Cutting seedlings is also tiring, and Song Zhiqing's complaints are like screaming, one after another.

It is not only the intellectuals and villagers who have to do farm work, but also the intellectuals who have been sent here for labor reform.

There are about three people in Shishui Village, two of whom are over sixty years old, and all three live in a cowshed, and few people usually interact with them.

In this day and age, excess compassion is not a good thing, and if you are not careful, you will invite disaster.

Shu Ange understood this reason, but looking at the place not far from her, a half-white hair, wearing a patched torn shirt, and a pale and thin forty or fifty-year-old intellectual struggling to cut rice, she still felt a little unbearable in her heart.

The man who went down to the rice field and still wore a white shirt and long pants was about the same age as the original owner's father.

I saw him coughing while cutting rice, as if he was working with a disease.

Although it is hard for educated youths to go to the countryside, it is glorious that they are here to exercise themselves, so they can still lie in bed and rest when they are sick.

But labor reform is different, unless the sick person is unconscious, otherwise he has to work in the field, otherwise......

Shu Ange didn't think about it deeply, she bent over and lowered her head while working, while paying attention to the state of the people next to her.

The original owner was not familiar with the people who lived in the cowshed, but he only knew that two of the three were university professors, and one seemed to be some kind of senior engineer.

In terms of surname, there is one surnamed Zhu, one surnamed Zhang, and one surnamed Cai.

Thinking of the surname Cai intellectual, Shu Ange missed it, thinking about whether he was free to go around the cowshed, in case the other party had any relationship with the male protagonist.

Song Xiaoling looked up and saw that she had been thrown off so much, and shouted loudly: "Aizhen, Aizhen, after cutting your side later, cut some rice for me." ”

"Come on, it's still early."

Shu Ange rejected Song Xiaoling politely, she lowered her head and pouted, and the corners of her mouth could hang two oil bottles.

Everyone was working in full swing, and with a "plop ......", someone fell.

While others were still looking, Shu Ange had already pinned the sickle to his waist, walked quickly through the rice fields, walked to the place where the intellectuals were working, and helped him up from the muddy puddle.

Looking closely, his dark circles are very obvious, his lips are frighteningly white, and the place where the singer Shu An touches is hot and hot.

"Do you have a fever?"

Shu Ange frowned and asked, the man opened his bloodshot eyes and said weakly: "Thank you, comrade, I ...... I'm okay. ”

This man really thinks that he is beaten with iron, and if this is called good, the person lying on the hospital bed can get up and dance disco.

"You have a fever and can't work anymore, go to the field to rest first, and I'll send you back when the rice is cut."

As Shu Ange spoke, he couldn't help but bend down and pick up the other party, and walked towards the ground step by step.

This scene fell into the eyes of everyone, and everyone looked at each other one by one, not knowing what to say.

Song Xiaoling complained in her heart that Liu Meizhen was stupid, she was involved with bad elements, and their group of educated youths were also implicated.

Shishui Village is very poor, but the folk customs are quite simple, there are bad people like Wang Aimin, and there are also many good people.

Shu Ange carried the feverish "bad" elements to the ground, and went down to the field with a sickle to continue working.

Cai Guoqing leaned against the stone, his head was cold and hot for a while, and the wet clothes full of mud were attached to his body, trapping his hands and feet, making him lose the strength to move his fingers.

He has been working with illness for the past two days, he has not seen a doctor or taken medicine, his body and bones are already weak, and when he went down to the ground today, every foot seemed to be as heavy as a thousand pounds, and in the end he didn't hold on.

Cai Guoqing struggled to open his eyes, trying to find the kind lesbian who helped him just now, but his sour eyes were cloudy and misty on his eyeballs, blurring his vision.

Shu Ange did what he said, and after he was busy with his work, he began to harvest rice for Cai Guoqing.

Seeing her like this, Song Xiaoling walked up to her with hatred of iron and steel, and pulled her arm to bring the thin two mouths closer: "Liu Zhiqing, how can you work for him!" He's a bad guy and he must be educated by labor! ”

Shu Ange shook off Song Xiaoling's arm without a trace, and replied lightly: "He is the same age as my father, I can't bear to look at it." ”

"You, you, you, you will smear the image of our educated youth!"

Song Xiaoling spat and persuaded Shu Ange, and gave another suggestion: "You finish your work early, why don't you do it for me, we two are good sisters." ”