Chapter 77 Cotton Field
Lu Miao wanted to go to the cotton field. What she wanted was not just the "ease". She had at least done the weeding work before, so she could get used to it faster.
After He Hongjin finished explaining, he left again in a hurry.
The educated youths disbanded on the spot and left to do whatever they were supposed to do.
The sky was getting darker and darker, and Chen Miaomiao came back after lunch.
After the last fight, Chen Miaomiao was in an awkward situation at the educated youth camp. Others ignored her, so Geng Xiaoyun slept in the same room with her, and the relationship became slightly relaxed. He Hongjin's arrangement was also relayed to her by Geng Xiaoyun.
"That's all. Anyway, we all can go to the team to get the sickle together tomorrow morning."
"Oh." Chen Miaomiao said. He responded coldly, "I know. Yes, thank you.”
After the team finished work, Chen Miaomiao went to the lake again. Now she was stepping on green mud, and in her hands was the same as before, holding a big bag wrapped in lotus leaves. The package was obviously coming back from the lake.
Geng Xiaoyun glanced at it and asked casually:
"What's going on? You picked lotus pods again? Didn't you eat the ones you picked last time? Why did you pick so many lotus pods?"
"Ah, hehe... I just love to eat this, Pick more while you still have time, and you won’t be able to take care of it when you get busy later.”
Chen Miaomiao responded abruptly, 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 perfunctoryness, so he stopped approaching Chen Miaomiao.
Getting up early the next day to go to work, Lu Miao went out to pour face wash. When Chen Miaomiao came back from outside, she still had a lotus leaf package in her arms. She had obviously gone to pick lotus pods again.
Lu Miao and Chen Miaomiao couldn't get along. She never cared about Chen Miaomiao's affairs, but this time her mouth reacted faster than her brain. When she realized it, a sentence had already blurted out:
"Pick so many lotus pods every day" , can you finish it?”
There is no preservation method. If it is piled up after being eaten, won’t it get moldy?
"This has nothing to do with you, right?"
Chen Miaomiao turned the lotus leaf bag to one side as if to guard against thieves, "There are so many lotus pods in the lake, I think. Anyone can pick it. If you want to eat it, just go and don’t stare at me.”
Chen Miaomiao strode into the room, while Lu Miao stood there, stunned, speechless and incomprehensible, her face wrinkled, and she lost control of her expression.
How serious is this delusion of persecution?
Who is staring at her lotus pods?
Lu Miao rolled her eyes unbearably, and Ren Bingxin in the room urged her to shout:
“Okay, Miaomiao, we have to go early so that we can pick out convenient farm tools first. .”
"Okay, here you go!"
Lu Miao responded and quickly entered the house.
Cotton seedlings in mid-June have bloomed and scattered leaves. They are waist-high and easy to identify.
The old farmer took Lu Miao along the field ridge for a while to identify, and then Lu Miao started working on his own.
Lu Miao looked at it while doing it. The cotton seedlings in the field were growing densely, and small flower buds had already grown on many branches. Counting the time, he would be able to pick cotton in about a month. . Lu Miao was still perseverant. When she was thirsty, she would pick up the bamboo cup at her waist and drink water. When she was tired, she would squat down and hide under the cotton to get some shade and rest for a while. For half a morning, her work efficiency was not as good as that of the cotton next door. How much slower are the old crops in the field?
But as time passed and approached noon, the sun became more and more fierce, and the number of times she squatted down to rest increased significantly. After several times, she squatted down to rest again, wiping away the sweat stains on her forehead and chin. , she couldn't help but ponder some opportunistic ideas.
Whatever he thought, Lu Miao did what he did after he had rested.
Changing from standing to squatting at the beginning, she crouched down and passed through the drainage ditch in the middle, flipping the hoe on both sides.
Although the progress is slow, the grass in the ridges on the left and right sides can be removed in one breath, and the skin is not hurt by the sun.
The cotton branches and leaves were so dense that it was difficult for Lu Miao to move around inside because of the wide brim of his hat. Thinking that the sun would not shine anyway, he simply took off his hat and threw it outside the field, planning to pick it up when he went back after finishing his work.
She thought very well and was attentive to her work. While her efficiency improved, some details were subtly ignored until a cold feeling hit the back of her neck, and something clicked as she lowered her head while working. When you are wearing it, slide it into your clothes from the back of your neck.
At first he didn't take it seriously, but later he felt an itch on his back. Lu Miao raised her face and impatiently reached out to scratch it.
With this activity, the clothes on his back became loose, and a foreign body sensation slid straight from the itchy place to the lower back. He thought it was dead branches and leaves on the cotton stalks that had slipped into the clothes. Lu Miao thought about scratching it. There was nothing wrong when she took it out, but after scratching it twice, she suddenly realized something was wrong.
Not to mention dead branches and leaves, even fresh leaves, scratching them twice or even rubbing them hard will not make them sticky... She didn't use much force when scratching them, Pi'er No matter how thin and tender it is, it won’t cause bleeding, right?
The more she thought about it, the weirder Lu Miao felt. She slowly pulled her hand back to check. When she saw what was on her fingertips, her pupils trembled violently and she shivered. The sweat all over her body turned cold.
“Ah——”
With a scream, several pheasants flew out of the cotton field with a “cluck”.
At the same time, many new or old straw hat tops appeared one after another in the densely growing cotton fields nearby. "What's wrong? This is it?"
"What's wrong? Who is it? ?”
"What's going on? You must have been bitten by a snake, right?"
"What are you afraid of snakes? We don't have any poisonous snakes here."
An old farmer working nearby They glanced randomly at the surrounding fields, trying to see where the movement was.
“That’s what we say, but we locals know that, the same cannot be said for educated youths from outside. They are all from the city, and maybe they don’t even know what a snake looks like!”
There was a burst of laughter among the ridges.
He Hongjin was also working nearby. Listening to the chatter around him, he thrust the shovel he was using to clean the drainage ditch into the soil and said at the top of his voice:
"The work in hand is all over." Are you done? Have you saved up enough work points this year? A melon shed, where you can sit down and eat and chat slowly?”
“…”
The buzz around them suddenly fell silent, and the heads that had just popped out to look around were all gone. Buried again, facing the loess and back to the sky, he continued to work.
He Hongjin's dark face wrinkled deeply with heat. He wiped some sweat. He took off his straw hat and used it as a fan to fan himself. He glanced at a piece of land not far away with worried eyes.
Sure enough, the female educated youth he was least optimistic about was already standing on the edge of the field. He didn't know what happened to her hand. At this moment, she just put it there with a grimace on her face and shook it hard, wishing she could chop it off. .
(End of this chapter)