Chapter 22 Not Thinking Positively
The turtle was too big to fit into the bamboo basket, so Fu Jingyou pulled a vine as thick as a wire in the forest and wrapped it around the turtle's legs with several ties. Tie a dead knot on the other end and tie a live knot on the other end, passing it through the side of the hoe handle. When carrying the hoe, just hold the turtle behind you.
Fu Jingyou’s pants were wetted even more, and not only his pants were wet, but his shoes were also directly stepped into the water. Now they made a squeaking sound with every step. He simply took off his shoes and held them in his hands. Walking slowly ahead.
Lu Miao imitated his example, first he hastily squeezed the water from his trouser legs, and then he took off his shoes and wanted to walk barefoot, but the rough grass on the bank of the canal made the soles of his feet painful and itchy.
She called Fu Jingyou to stop, and waited until she put her shoes back on before starting to walk forward again.
Along the way, Lu Miao couldn't stop talking:
"Is there any place cooler than the woods?"
"Yeah."
"What is it? The place?”
“You’ll know when we get there soon”
Lu Miao hummed and ran after Fu Jingyou, "Humph, you're still trying to be too pretentious!"
Fu Jingyou's thin lips curled up, and he quickly lowered the curve, "You should adapt to it earlier. "
Lu Miao tilted her head blankly, "Adapt to it. What?”
“Get used to work.” Fu Jingyou said calmly: “The team will become busier in the future, and leisure work will not be your turn every time.”
And everyone will rush to do the jobs that are leisurely and have lots of work points.
Those who got it were overjoyed, and those who couldn't get it were filled with bitterness. Over time, a gap might develop among the production team, and some unpleasant words would spread.
What's more, she is still an educated youth.
Lu Miao pulled up the braid from the back of her neck and played with it, her dark pupils rolled around, and she said nonchalantly:
"I don't care how much the work points are, as long as I can block those people by doing some random work. Just use your mouth.”
Lu Miao is very clear about his position.
She is a second-generation ancestor. In modern times, she can control two stocks for fun, but here...
No matter how hard she works, the few work points she earns are not enough to support herself.
Furthermore, she learned through memory that the father of the original person in this world was as virtuous as her own father. In this case, she had a family anyway, so why didn’t she squander it?
A father is kind and his son is filial, and good people will be rewarded with good things. For the fathers of the two generations, Lu Miao wants to tell them that she is their evil reward.
Fu Jingyou said nonchalantly: "You are not thinking positively..."
Lu Miao hummed, "What can I do if I am active? I can't live well myself, what does other people's affairs have to do with me?"
Lu Miao has never minded sharing interests with others, but she will always Put yourself first.
And having said that, although she is not very clear about all the details of this era, she does understand the general direction of the future. As long as she can seize the right time, it doesn't matter how many years she is old. .
Fu Jingyou was speechless.
Being born in this era, from the bottom of my heart, he and Lu Miao must have different ideas.
But he is not a poor and lower-middle peasant. He has been living in adversity, and he feels that what Lu Miao said is quite right.
If he is living a life worse than death, does it have anything to do with him how others are doing?
No matter how active a person of his status is, he can't change his own situation, let alone someone else's?
Fu Jingyou’s eyes darkened and he suddenly became pessimistic.
Lu Miao did not notice his emotions and was still talking:
"I can't control what other people do. Anyway, I don't want to work and no one can force me to do it. There are beautiful scenery and interesting people everywhere. I just want to enjoy them happily and embrace them."
The main thing is to do whatever you want.
Having heard many times about "sacrifice oneself for others" and "serve the people", it was the first time that Fu Jingyou heard such a self-centered statement, which was quite strange. But can he do this?
Fu Jingyou tilted his head and looked at Lu Miao blankly.
The latter's eyebrows were crooked, he held the dog's tail grass and smiled heartlessly, "That's right, isn't it?"
By some strange coincidence, Fu Jingyou nodded.
Yes...
Put yourself first and make yourself happy. This does not conflict with "dedication" and "sacrifice for others". In this case, why not choose to give priority? What about thinking about yourself?
So what if the ingredients are not as brilliant as others?
Whether you are happy or not, whether you have hope in life or not, these are often choices you can make, right?
But there is a difference between understanding this and actually being able to do it.
Fu Jingyou knew that it would be difficult to do this, but seeing Lu Miao's carefree and happy appearance, his mood improved slightly, he rarely smiled, and his voice also softened:
"Let's go, we're almost there."
Fu Jingyou's smile was very light, very shallow, but staring at his thin lips, Lu Miao was stunned for a moment, "Fu Jingyou, has anyone said this before?"
"Huh?"
"You look good when you smile."
Lu Miao bit her lower lip lightly, her eyes clean and clear under her long curly eyelashes, looking like a pure and ignorant little rabbit. , but in fact his temper is more annoying than that of a happy little wild cat.
"No." Fu Jingyou slowed down for half a beat, turned away alertly, and said firmly: "I am a man, and I don't need to look good."
Lu Miao didn't take it seriously. Her dark, round and lively lychee eyes were still staring at him, but this time they weren't just looking at his lips.
She moved her gaze up two inches and looked at Fu Jingyou's long, thin hair covering her eyes, "Hey... Fu Jingyou."
"Huh?"
"You can move your hair away and let me Take a look? ”
It has been written in the book that Fu Jingyou has a pair of peach blossom eyes that make people's hearts beat when they smile, and heartbreak when they are silent...
After meeting so many times, Lu Miao has never met face to face. I've seen Fu Jingyou's eyes.
She was really curious, what did the peach blossom eyes that were written to be like gods look like?
Lu Miao wanted to watch, but Fu Jingyou just refused to cooperate. No matter how coquettishly she acted, it was useless.
Not only did he not cooperate, Fu Jingyou also scolded him with a sullen face: "You are a girl...can you abide by the rules when you are with young men?" "
"Ouch, yoyo, I haven't noticed yet. Are you more rigid than the old man? "
Lu Miao was unhappy and said, "Besides, didn't I just want to see your eyes? Why don't you follow the rules? According to you, just now you looked at my legs and put them on for me. Shoes, then I am not Do I have to marry you?”
Fu Jingyou’s ears were burning, and he wanted to stop and covered her mouth with his hands, “You can’t talk like that!”
He was fierce, Lu Miao pouted.
“It’s no use pouting.” Fu Jingyou asked in a deep voice, “Did you hear that?”
“Yes.” Lu Miao replied reluctantly.
Fu Jingyou breathed a sigh of relief, and softened his tone for a while:
"You are not allowed to say these words in front of others in the future. You should also pay attention to yourself, if...if someone comes close to you like I did today, at such a close distance If someone of the opposite sex approaches you, you must be alert."
(End of Chapter)