Chapter 1333: Cannon Fodder in the 1980s 4

Chapter 1333: Cannon Fodder in the 1980s 4

This educated youth, surnamed Song, came from Su Cheng. When he first arrived, Shui Lingling's 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, in Shishui Village, it can be regarded as a golden phoenix flying in from the city.

But now, her legs are thicker and her waist is thinner, and a fair and tender hand has become dark and thick, with calluses growing on it.

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 didn't make any waves.

Song Xiaoling stood lazily for a while, seeing everyone rushing forward, falling further and further away.

She also considered that this work was assigned to her, and she had to plant rice in the ground if the others left, so she moved again.

Shu Ange was working unhurriedly, his movements were very numb, there were loaches and leeches in the ground, and he stepped on it suddenly, and the slippery made one's heart tremble.

The loach is fine, it avoids people when it sees it, and the leech digs when it sees the flesh, and people can't find it for a while.

When the leech was discovered, it had already burrowed into the flesh and sucked blood for a while.

Shu Ange stared at the ground under his feet while planting rice seedlings. When he encountered a leech, he lightly clamped his **** and threw it to a place where no one was around.

There were also some palm-sized small fish in the paddy field, which were more afraid of people than loach. Shu Ange looked at these small fish, and the greedy worm was immediately hooked up.

It's not that she is greedy. Whoever grows rice but can't even eat a few grains of rice will panic because of gluttony.

The rice transplanting was finally over, and after a hard day's work, the men could be assigned ten to twelve work points, and the female labor force could be assigned up to eight at most.

When eating a big pot of rice, the more labor-intensive labor, the higher the work points, so women suffer here.

When planting rice, Shu Ange didn't forget to practice her kung fu. Others planted the rice one by one with patience. She threw out a few trees like a hidden weapon when no one was paying attention.

Shu Ange is strong and accurate, the seedlings are firmly planted in the ground, and she works much faster than others.

In the time saved, Shu Ange will help villagers or educated youths who are usually close to each other, but he will not do it for long.

It's enough if she means it, Sheng Mien Dou Mi is ugly, and she doesn't have the ideological awareness to devote herself to voluntary labor.

The rush to harvest early crops and rush to plant late rice seedlings are mixed. The seedlings in this field have just been planted, and several educated youths in Shu Ange have been arranged to harvest the seedlings in another field.

Cutting the seedlings is also tiring work, and Song Zhiqing's complaints sounded like cries, one after another.

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

There are probably three people from Shishui Village. Two of them are over 60 years old. All three live in the cowshed, and few people usually interact with them.

In this day and age, excess empathy is not a good thing, and if you are not careful, it will bring disaster.

Shu Ange understood this, but looking at a place not far from her, a pale and thin intellectual in his 40s and 50s with half-white hair, wearing a ragged shirt with patches, was struggling to harvest rice, she still felt a little bit in her heart. Can't bear it.

This man, who was still wearing a white shirt and long pants, was about the same age as the original owner's father.

Watching him mow the rice while coughing, as if he was working with a disease.

Although it was hard work for the educated youth to go to the countryside, it was a glorious thing for them to exercise themselves, so they could still lie in bed and rest when they were sick.

But reform through labor is different. Unless the sick person is unconscious, he has to go to work in the fields, otherwise...

Shu Ange didn't think about it, she bent down 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, and only knew that among the three, two were university professors, and the other seemed to be a senior engineer.

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

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

Singer Shu An has quick feet, and the speed of cutting rice can be described as a great leap forward. Song Xiaoling looked up and saw that she had been left behind so much, and shouted loudly: "Aizhen, Aizhen, when you finish cutting your side, cut it for me too. Rice later."

"Come on, it's still early."

Shu Ange politely refused Song Xiaoling, she lowered her head and curled her lips, and two oil bottles could be hung on the corners of her mouth.

Everyone is working in full swing, "Plop..." Someone fell down.

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

From a closer look, his dark circles are very obvious, his lips are frighteningly white, and the place where Singer Shu An touches is hot and hot.

"You have a fever?"

Shu Ange frowned and asked. The man opened bloodshot eyes and said weakly, "Thank you, lesbian, I... I'm fine."

This person really thinks he is an iron fist. If this is 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 will send you back after the rice is harvested."

As Shu Ange spoke, he couldn't help but bend over to 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, 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 still simple, there are bad people like Wang Aimin, and there are many good people.

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

Cai Guoqing leaned on the stone, his head was cold and hot for a while, and the wet clothes full of mud were clinging to his body, trapping his hands and feet, and he lost the strength to move his fingers.

He has been working sick for the past two days, and he has not seen a doctor or taken any medicine.

Cai Guoqing opened his eyes with difficulty, trying to find the kind **** who helped him just now.

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

Seeing her like this, Song Xiaoling hated the iron and walked to her side, took her arm and brought her two thin mouths close: "Liu Zhiqing, how can you work for him! He is a bad guy and must be accepted. Education for labor!"

Shu Ange shook off Song Xiaoling's arm without a trace, and replied lightly, "He's the same age as my father, I can't bear to see him."

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

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