Lu Miao wants to go to the cotton field, but she is not only interested in "lightness", she has at least done the work of weeding, and she can adapt to it faster.

After He Hongjin finished explaining, he left again in a hurry.

The educated youths were disbanded on the spot, and they should do what they should do.

The sky was getting darker and darker, and Chen Miaomiao stepped on the point of eating.

Following the last fight, Chen Miaomiao was in an awkward situation at Zhiqing Point, and no one else liked to take care of her, so Geng Xiaoyun slept in the same room with her, and the relationship eased slightly, and He Hongjin's arrangement was also relayed to her by Geng Xiaoyun.

"That's it, anyway, it's right to go to the team to get the sickle together tomorrow morning."

"Oh." Chen Miaomiao pulled her lips and responded coldly, "I know, thank you." ”

After the team got off work, Chen Miaomiao went to the lake again, and at this time she was stepping on the green mud with her feet, and her hands were the same as before, carrying a large package wrapped in lotus leaves, obviously coming back from the lake.

Geng Xiaoyun glanced at it and asked idly:

"What's going on? What did you pick again? Didn't you eat the last pick? What are you doing with this old man? ”

"Ahh......h I just love to eat this, so I'll pick more when I'm free, and I can't take care of it when I'm busy. ”

Chen Miaomiao responded jerkily, holding the lotus leaf package to avoid Geng Xiaoyun, and rushed straight to the room.

Geng Xiaoyun was puzzled, but he also noticed Chen Miaomiao's coldness and perfunctory, so he didn't come forward to Chen Miaomiao.

The next day when she got up early to go to work, Lu Miao went out to pour washing water, and caught up with Chen Miaomiao to come back from outside, still carrying a lotus leaf package in her arms, obviously going to pick lotus pods again.

Lu Miao couldn't get along with Chen Miaomiao, she never cared about Chen Miaomiao's affairs, but this time her mouth reacted faster than her brain, and when she realized it, she had already blurted out a sentence:

"Picking so many lotus pods every day, can you eat them all?"

There is no preservation measure, you can't eat it and pile it up, won't it have to be moldy?

"It's none of your business, right?"

Chen Miaomiao looked like a thief, and turned the lotus leaf bun to the side with a "hum", "There are so many lotus flowers in the lake, anyone who wants to eat them can pick them." If you want to eat, go yourself, don't stare at me. ”

Chen Miaomiao strode into the room, and Lu Miao stood in place, wrinkling her face in amazement, speechlessness and incomprehension, and directly lost her expression management.

How bad is this victim paranoia?

Who's staring at her little bit of lotus?

Lu Miao rolled her eyes unbearably, and Ren Bingxin in the room urged:

"Okay, Miao Miao, we have to go early, we can pick the farm tools that are handy first."

"Alright, here we go!"

Lu Miao responded and walked into the house quickly.

In mid-June, the cotton seedlings have already branched out, and they are waist-tall and easy to identify.

The old crop took Lu Miao along the ridge for identification, and then Lu Miao started to work by himself.

Lu Miao looked at it while drying, the cotton seedlings in the field were growing densely, and small flower bones had grown on many branches and branches.

Lu Miao is still persistent, when she is thirsty, she picks up the bamboo tube cup on her waist and drinks saliva, squats down when she is tired, hides under the cotton and rests in the shade for a while, and in half a morning, her work efficiency is not much slower than the old crops in the cotton field next door.

It's just that as time passed near noon, the sun became more and more scorching, and the number of times she squatted to rest increased significantly, and when she came down a few times, and when she squatted to rest again, she wiped the sweat stains on her forehead and chin, and she couldn't help but think of some opportunistic ideas in her heart.

What do you think, after you have rested, Lu Miao will do what she does.

From standing at the beginning to squatting, she squatted through the middle gutter, hoe upside down.

Although the progress is slow, it can remove the grass from the ridges on the left and right sides in one go, and it also prevents the skin from being roasted by the sun.

The cotton branches and leaves were dense, Lu Miao's hat brim was wide and it was inconvenient to move inside, thinking that the sun wouldn't shine anyway, so he simply took off his hat and threw it outside the field, ready to take it when he finished his work and went back.

She thought well, worked attentively, and while her efficiency improved, some details were also imperceptibly ignored, until the back of her neck was cold, and something slipped from the back of her neck into her clothes when she was busy with her head down.

I didn't take it seriously at first, but later I felt an itch on my back, Lu Miao puffed out her face and impatiently freed her hand to scratch it.

With this activity, the clothes on her back were loosened, and a foreign body sensation slid straight from the itchy place to her lower back, thinking that it was the dead branches and fallen leaves on the cotton stalks that slipped into the clothes, Lu Miao thought about scratching it and taking it out, but after scratching it twice, she suddenly noticed that something was wrong.

Not to mention dead branches and fallen leaves, even fresh leaves, scratching twice or even rubbing hard twice will not be sticky...... She didn't use much effort when she scratched, no matter how thin and tender the skin was, it wouldn't scratch and bleed, right?

The more she thought about it, the more strange Lu Miao felt, and slowly withdrew her hand to check, and when she saw the things on her fingertips, her pupils trembled violently, she trembled, she was covered in sweat and hair, and the hot sweat on her body was cold.

"Ahh

With an exclamation, several pheasants "clucked" and flew out of the cotton field.

At the same time, many new and old straw hats appeared in the densely growing cotton fields nearby, "What's wrong?" ”

"What's wrong? Who is it? ”

"What's the situation? Isn't it a snake bite? ”

"What is there to be afraid of snakes? We don't have a viper here. ”

The old croppers who were working nearby scanned the surrounding fields to see what was going on.

"That being said, but we locals know that it is not necessarily the educated youth from outside. People are all from the city, so they don't even know what a snake looks like! ”

There was a burst of laughter in the ridges.

He Hongjin was also working nearby, listening to the chatter around him, he thrust the shovel in his hand to clean the drainage ditch into the soil surface, and said in his throat:

"All the work you're done? Have you saved enough for this year's work? Do you want to build a melon shed for you, so that you can sit down and eat slowly? ”

“……”

The surrounding discussion instantly quieted down, and the heads that had just poked out to look around were buried again one by one, and they continued to work with their backs to the loess facing the sky.

He Hongjin's black face was so hot that he wrinkled deeply, wiped a handful of sweat, he took off his straw hat and used it as a fan in his hand and fanned it, and his worried eyes swept to a piece of land not far away.

Sure enough, the female intellectual, who he was most disoptimistic about, was already standing on the ridge on the periphery, and he didn't know what happened to her, so at this moment, he was shaking his hand with a bitter face, and he couldn't chop his hand down.

(End of chapter)