Green bean soup.
What three words full of temptation.
The bullock cart was crowded with people. Principal Wu and Uncle Guan smiled and poured mung bean soup for them one by one.
Principal Wu said to the students: "These are the mung beans donated by Zheng Shan and Bai Xiaojun's mothers to our team. When Aunt Zheng comes next time, everyone remember to say thank you."
"good!"
"Remember!"
"Xiaojun, your mother is so kind. My mother doesn't even make mung bean soup for me."
Zheng Shan and Bai Xiaojun were a little confused. Zheng Shan was still expressionless as always, but Bai Xiaojun's face turned red.
The educated youths all brought their own water bottles. Principal Wu filled a bottle for each of them and comforted them: "It's just an extra ladle of water. Drink it. We are all exhausted."
Principal Wu looked around and saw a figure standing still in the ground, so he called out: "That little comrade, come here to drink mung bean soup!"
She spoke, but still no one on the ground moved.
Principal Wu didn't think much, filled a bowl of mung bean soup and went to find her.
"Girl, don't do it. Let's have a bowl of mung bean soup first." Principal Wu looked at this girl who couldn't even use a sickle and classified her as a new educated youth. He couldn't help complaining about the unreliability of the educated youth office.
If you rush to send people here on the first day of autumn harvest, isn't this making the children suffer in vain?
Look at her, squatting on the ground and using the sickle as a saw. Not only does it take a lot of effort, but she can also easily injure herself.
When the girl heard Principal Wu's voice, she subconsciously shrank her neck and was stunned for a moment. She bit her lower lip and continued to poke the corn stalks as if she didn't hear him.
Principal Wu felt helpless. She wanted to reach out, but was afraid of spilling the mung bean soup in her hand, so she turned around and shouted: "Xiao Lan, come and help me."
"coming!"
Wen Lan put down the kettle and ran over, wiping her mouth and asked, "Principal, what's the matter?"
"Help me snatch this little comrade's sickle off, be careful not to hurt you two." Principal Wu smiled helplessly.
Wen Lan's mind always chose not to move when she had the choice. She never thought that Principal Wu didn't know who this person was, and she didn't think there was anything wrong with it. She saw the opportunity and reached out to take the sickle from the girl's hand. snatched it down.
Principal Wu breathed a sigh of relief and bent down to hand over the mung bean soup: "Little comrade, take a break and drink some mung bean soup first. You are using the sickle the wrong way. I will teach you when you finish drinking it."
Listening to Principal Wu's overly gentle voice, the girl timidly raised her head, looked at her and whispered: "My, my dad is... I can't..."
Her eyelashes trembled slightly, like a restless little animal. After saying this, her face turned pale, she subconsciously closed her eyes and lowered her head.
Principal Wu was stunned for a moment, then smiled again: "No matter who your father is, you still have to drink mung bean soup."
The girl's trembling stopped, she slowly opened her eyes, and what she saw was still that gentle smiling face.
Principal Wu held the bowl and motioned for her to take it quickly.
The girl tentatively stretched out her hand, her eyelashes trembling, as if she was ready to have the bowl of mung bean soup splashed in her face at any moment.
Nothing happened as imagined.
She took the mung bean soup calmly.
"Drink. I'll teach you how to use the sickle after you drink it." Principal Wu smiled gently and reached out to take the sickle from Wen Lan's hand. "If you use the sickle like this, something will happen. I will confiscate your sickle first." , I’ll bring it to you later.”
The girl held the bowl and looked at Principal Wu with shock and confusion.
Principal Wu just smiled and walked away with the sickle.
She put the sickle on the bullock cart and went with Uncle Guan to deliver mung bean soup to the villagers in the next team.
"The principal is such a warm person." Lin Nianhe said softly, holding the kettle.
"Yeah..." Wang Shumei responded, then became nervous. She stood up straight and said to the people around her, "Hey, we didn't see anything just now! Do you understand?"
Several girls looked up at the sky and kept talking:
"What did you see? I didn't see anything."
"The mung bean soup is so delicious, who would have the guts to look at it!"
"That's right, oh my hand hurts..."
Wang Shumei looked at the seven new wooden brothers again: "What about you?"
After asking this question, she felt it was redundant.
The seven male educated youths and Zhou Chujiang were all in disgrace. They all stared blankly, obviously not paying attention to what just happened.
Wang Shumei clicked her tongue and sat back down by the field bank with satisfaction.
Everyone drank mung bean soup in silence, no one wanted to speak.
The new educated youth who experienced the autumn harvest for the first time only felt despair, while the old educated youth... they just wanted to know how many more autumn harvests they would have to experience.
Their future, like the cornfield in front of them, has no hope at all...
"Take off the gloves, let me take a look."
"Huh? What are you looking at...hey, it's red, and it looks like it's going to blister."
"Here, apply it."
"what?"
"Peppermint paste."
"You actually have this?"
"Well, I brought it for you."
"Hehe...thank you, brother Yun Cheng."
"Hurry up and paint it."
"I said, thank you, thank you!"
"You're welcome."
"..."
Beside the field ridge, a group of educated youths who were thinking about life and the future slowly turned their heads and looked at the two very unpleasant people.
Xie Yufei shook his head and stretched out his hand: "Brother Cheng, can you give me some too? My hands are blistered!"
"Hypocritical." Su Yuncheng looked at him coldly.
His eyes passed over Xie Yufei, looked at Wang Shumei and the others and said, "Wait until she finishes applying it, and you can share it."
He took the things out and had no intention of taking them back.
It can not only consolidate Lin Nianhe's relationship with others, but also prevent others from becoming jealous.
"Thank you, Comrade Su!"
"Thank you, Brother Su."
"Oh...Nianhe, you can marry me after the autumn harvest!"
Lin Nianhe looked at them in shock: "You married me out of a box of mint ointment?"
All the girls: "Yes, it can not only repay kindness, but also... Anyway, it kills two birds with one stone!"
Lin Nianhe: "If you have the ability, tell me what you omitted!"
"Hey, you can't say anything that is not conducive to unity..."
Lin Nianhe glared at them, turned around and saw that Su Yuncheng's neck was red.
A hint of cunning flashed in her eyes. She held the small tin box of mint ointment and said softly: "Brother Yun Cheng, can you help me apply the medicine? It's not easy for me."
Su Yuncheng choked suddenly and turned away to cough.
Wen Lan: "You can even treat serious injuries like Daxi, but you can't apply medicine on your own hands and paws?"
Before Lin Nianhe could glare at her, the other girls held her down, especially her mouth, with several hands.
If it weren't for Sister Lan's tenacious vitality, she would have died of suffocation in the hot soil of Shili Brigade today.
Su Yuncheng stopped coughing and turned his head, facing Lin Nianhe's smiling eyes.
He coughed twice, pretended to be calm, wiped his hands and took the mint ointment, picked up a little and applied it on Lin Nianhe's palm.
His eyebrows were furrowed and his movements were very gentle, as if he was touching some rare treasure.
"Does it hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt anymore, it's cool."
"Tell me if it hurts."
"good."
On the side, Feng Wei looked at them, his mouth twitching.
He remembered that one time before, the sole of his foot was penetrated by a dead branch, and he screamed in pain. His brother Cheng directly stuffed his mouth with a towel, saying euphemistically: Don't interfere with the hygienist's bandage.
now……
Feng Wei looked at him helplessly, reduced to a little fat man weighing 208 pounds.
