Gu Yunyao listened carefully to the captain's dispatch of labor, and several male laborers carried manure into the field, but they couldn't do it by themselves.

Most of the women are assigned to shovel the ground, and the job is still forgotten.

The captain continued: "...... Go to a few people with the accountant and take the ox cart to the town to pull fertilizer, and ask for a man. ”

Don't make do with this yourself.

Seeing that there were few people, Gu Yunyao suddenly became anxious, "Captain, I also want to work, what do you think I can do?" ”

The captain had a headache and said, "Why don't you go to shovel the ground with their female comrades?" ”

Such a hot day?

Gu Yunyao shook her head and asked, "Captain, do you have any other work?" ”

The captain thought for a while and said, "You can go and cut the pigweed, and a basket of pigweed will give you three points." You go to the pig farm to get the basket, and you can cut it at any time. ”

This is a good job, she is flexible and flexible, and she can also cultivate in the mountains.

"Okay, thank you, Captain!"

The captain saw her leave happily, and muttered in his heart, did this woman fall out with her eldest son? Running out of money to spend?

remembered that she picked up five yuan and took the initiative to hand it over, although this person has an unpleasant personality, his character is fine.

She is not ignorant of collecting money, and if she mentions the work report in the past two days, maybe there will be some reward from her superiors.

Gu Yunyao didn't care what others thought, she took the basket and sickle and walked towards the mountain.

The scenery is completely different from yesterday evening.

In the morning sun, the mountains and forests give a sense of life.

She admired the scenery around her and walked up the hill with a basket on her back.

Seeing a large patch of pigweed next to the bamboo forest, she lowered her head and cut it, and in a while the back basket was full.

Remembering that the pig officer said that she wanted to compact, she pressed hard.

The cultivation club will go back again, and she found a clean place to start cultivating.

An hour passed quickly, and the sun was shining hot, and the heat was steaming.

She knew very well that it would be hotter at noon, so she might as well go back.

I looked at the direction of the bamboo forest and found that there were bamboo shoots breaking out of the ground in the bamboo forest.

That's good stuff!

I caught a pheasant yesterday and plan to stew it tonight, and when I stew the pheasant, I can add some bamboo shoots, it must taste great.

She immediately walked over and saw that no one around took a shovel out of the space and dug it up.

Soon five or six were dug up, all thrown into the space, and the shovel was thrown in.

Then, she carried her basket and went down the mountain.

The sun is strong at noon, and the further down the hill you go, the hotter it feels.

Sweat kept coming out from under the skin and sliding down the face, obscuring the vision, and the whole body quickly felt the heat.

She took out her handkerchief and wiped it haphazardly, and continued walking.

When she reached the bottom of the mountain, she gasped and took off her basket and sat down on a large rock to rest.

Only then did I find out how the pigweed, which was originally full, sank a lot.

It would be a shame to send this pigweed that was not satisfied with the basket and deduct one of the three centimeters in total.

It's all because of the damn weather, so she had to dig up the wild vegetables around and put them on the back basket.

There are trees on the mountain to block the sun, and when she walks down the mountain, she is exposed to the sun and sweats more on her body.

Although sweating can lose weight, she really can't stick to such a perverted weight loss method.

She secretly regretted that from tomorrow onwards, she must use the morning time to cut the pigweed, which is too hot.

Sweat fell on the road and fell countless eight-petals, and she finally walked to the pig farm.

The pigweed was handed in, and the scorekeeper pressed it and wrote down three points in the small notebook.

A sense of accomplishment suddenly came over me.

Thinking of the two dragon and phoenix fetuses at home, she secretly thought that she should also let them taste the taste of earning work.