"She's just not very old, otherwise with her looks and perfect figure, men can choose whatever they want." Bai Siya continued.

"I think you are just envious and jealous, people are still young and only sixteen years old." Han Zhi immediately pierced their minds.

"Han Zhi, aren't you jealous?" Chen Meier and Han Zhi do not agree.

"I'm not jealous, after all, I'm not in bad shape." As soon as the words fell, the other few people were choked enough.

It can't be blamed that in this era, there is not even enough to eat, many girls are skinny and bone-like, and even the people in the city are all thin.

Song Qianqian's skin is thanks to the original owner, and she is the only daughter in the family to raise it well, not to mention that many families are all patriarchal, and girls have a very hard time in this era.

Song Qianqian quickly finished watering, and saw that Ji Mufeng was also turning the ground, and her perception of him was a little better, at least this person could take care of himself.

Ji Mufeng was sweating, several girls were peeking at him, and they kept pacing in the yard, and Song Qianqian wanted to laugh when she saw it.

Back in the room, Song Qianqian closed the door and entered the space, and the night quickly passed peacefully.

Early the next morning, the village bell rang, Song Qianqian got up and boiled a pot of water, and then drank a bowl of porridge to prepare for work.

"Qianqian, have you had breakfast?" Gao Chunmei was ready to ask out loud.

"I've eaten it, Sister Chunmei." After Song Qianqian finished speaking, she locked the door and prepared to go to work.

The old intellectuals were about to go out, and the new intellectuals were a little in a hurry, and some were even hungry, so they didn't have time to eat breakfast anyway.

Song Qianqian knew that she was going to hunt pigweed, so she didn't bring a kettle towel, and followed Gao Chunmei all the time, and everyone came to the barn together.

"Listen to me, these are all new educated youths, you male educated youths go to the river to fetch water, female educated youths go to the cornfield to pull weeds, Song Qianqian, you are responsible for beating pigweed." The captain said to the educated youth.

"Captain, I want to go hunt pigweed, too." Gao Chunmei hurriedly said.

"There is little work to do to make pigweed, so who else wants to go?" As soon as the captain's words came out, Liu Zhaodi and the others immediately shut up, what will they eat in the future if they don't have a centimeter?

"Captain, I'm going to hunt pigweed with Qianqian." Gao Chunmei is rich and doesn't want to do farm work.

"Go, don't go into the mountains, beware of snakes." The captain kindly reminded.

"We know, thank you, Uncle Captain." After Song Qianqian finished speaking, she pulled Gao Chunmei to get the tools.

The two took the sickle and the basket and walked directly to the foot of the mountain, none of them knew the pigweed, and they happened to meet the children of the village, who also came to hunt the pigweed.

"Sister Zhiqing, are you also here to hunt pigweed?" This is the child who came to exchange toffee yesterday.

"Yes, we don't know hogweed, can you teach us?" Song Qianqian asked with a smile.

"No problem, the hogweed is very recognizable, and there are several kinds, but it is necessary to cut the tender ones, and the old pigs don't like to eat them." The little one doesn't recognize life at all.

"Thank you, kids!" After Song Qianqian finished speaking, she pulled Gao Chunmei to get to know the pigweed together.

I also followed them to know several kinds of wild vegetables, and it was not easy to fill the pigweed with a large back basket, anyway, it was necessary to cut two baskets a day to complete the task.

To be honest, the sickle in her hand is not very easy to use, Song Qianqian wanted to use it in the space, and then separated from Gao Chunmei, and the two did not cut pigweed together.

Changed to a new sickle, sure enough, it was much faster to cut, Song Qianqian quickly finished cutting, changed back to the sickle to go to the pig farm, handed over a back basket and then went to cut, and the province had to come out in the afternoon.

Song Qianqian was sweating, she was busy cutting the second basket of pigweed, Gao Chunmei only cut the first basket, and she also went directly to the pig farm.

When Gao Chunmei came back after handing over the pigweed, Song Qianqian had already cut most of the basket, they didn't say anything to cut the pigweed, and after cutting, Song Qianqian and other Gao Chunmei, the two went to the pig farm together.

"Qianqian, your movements are so fast, I can't even catch up with you." Gao Chunmei felt that she was very useless.

"Sister Chunmei, the farm work in the field is harder, and it is very easy for us to hunt pigweed, so it's good to live like this." Song Qianqian's words were very tactful.

"Well, you're right, I think it's bad." Gao Chunmei reacted quickly.

"Why do we have to live a hard life when we have money?" Song Qianqian didn't want to eat bran vegetables.

The two of them went together to carry the basket and sickle, remember the work, and they returned to the Zhiqing Point, and then went back to the room separately to do their own things, and it was actually good not to disturb each other.

Song Qianqian went into the space to take a hot bath, took out a roast duck and ate it all, then drank Coke and burped, and didn't have to go to work to take a nap in the afternoon.

Ji Mufeng picked water for a long time to water the ground, and it was easy to dry up if he didn't water it in hot weather, so the strong laborers were all sent to carry water, and their clothes were all soaked, and their shoulders were red and swollen.

The female educated youths were pulling weeds in the field, sweating profusely in the hot weather, and their hands were full of blisters, and all the educated youths were miserable.

Finally got out of work at noon, the female intellectuals had to go back to make lunch, and the male intellectuals all went to collect firewood, and the division of labor was clear and quite fair.

"Comrade Ji, can you help me carry bundles of firewood?" Chen Mei'er asked delicately.

"No, don't dangle in front of my eyes, Lao Tzu doesn't eat this set." Ji Mufeng was annoyed by this kind of woman.

Seeing that the next room was closed, Ji Mufeng felt a little lost, went back to the room and cooked a big bowl of white rice, and made egg fried rice and ate it very deliciously.

Originally, Ji Mufeng didn't know how to cook, but he deliberately learned it a few days before he went to the countryside, and it is impossible to say that it is delicious, and he can barely eat and can't be too picky.

After putting away the dishes and chopsticks, Ji Mufeng lay on the kang to take a nap, and went to work in the field in the afternoon.

Lao Zhiqing bought pork today, Cao Juan was busy stewing braised pork, Chen Meier was cooking and stir-frying, and she was very happy to have meat to eat today.

Song Qianqian slept until three o'clock in the afternoon, drank afternoon tea in the space, and in the evening she prepared a bowl of noodles, and fried two eggs perfectly.

In the evening, the educated youths came back from work, Song Qianqian was eating noodles, sitting in the yard to cool off, Gao Chunmei cooked sweet potatoes, sat opposite Song Qianqian, and the two happened to be chatting.

"Qianqian, your food is really good." Gao Chunmei said enviously.

"It's okay, I can't eat coarse grains, sweet potatoes only eat roasted." Song Qianqian is really telling the truth.

"I'll go, you can't have eaten whole grains, right?"

"Well, I've been eating fine grains since I was a child."

"What do your parents do? It's inconvenient to say it, forget it. ”

"There's nothing hard to say, my parents are martyrs, and not long after they died, I am an only child."

"Then why did you come to the countryside?"

"I signed up to go to the countryside on my own."

The others were surprised when they heard this, Ji Mufeng pricked up his ears and listened, he didn't expect the little girl to be so miserable, she should have been forced to go to the countryside, after all, she had a pension in her hand.

A few male intellectuals moved their minds, but they didn't dare to be blatant, the orphans of martyrs are not easy to mess with, and they will be sent to the farm.

After eating noodles, Song Qianqian packed up the dishes and chopsticks, went to the backyard to pour some spiritual spring water, and saw Ji Mufeng planting vegetables, and the vegetable seeds were exchanged with the villagers.