Lin Nianhe thought that it would be over after eating this melon.
result……
I don’t know who Su Yuncheng changed jobs with. He stopped collecting corn and started transporting corn cobs to the warehouse again and again.
About every ten minutes, he would come to the warehouse to check in.
Lin Nianhe missed Li Dahe so much for the first time.
Uncle Captain, come and take care of him! Or take care of Uncle Yu and Uncle Yu who live in the melon field!
Lin Nianhe endured it again and again, but couldn't bear it any longer. He grabbed a corner of Su Yuncheng's raincoat and asked, "Where's the captain?"
Su Yuncheng wiped the rain off his face and replied: "The roads are muddy and the brigade captain is old and has inconvenient legs and feet, so I changed jobs with him. He is now harvesting corn."
Lin Nianhe: "..."
What are you talking about?
Uncle Captain's legs and feet are inconvenient?
Does Wang Dong, who was kicked from the beginning of the village to the end of the village, agree?
"Girl Lin, Xiao Su is right, your Uncle Li's legs won't let you walk when it rains."
"That's right, his old bones can still be recovered after being dropped?"
Lin Nianhe: "..."
Do you want to listen to what you are saying?
Uncle Captain, are you still afraid of falling?
Will he agree to the telegraph pole he climbs twice every day?
"Nianhe? Nianhe?"
The call from afar saved Lin Nianhe.
She followed the sound and saw two figures in raincoats supporting each other. They looked around and walked slowly towards the warehouse.
She quickly raised her hand: "Sister Lan! Sister Shumei! I'm here!"
Wen Lan and Wang Shumei averted their eyes from searching in the ditch on the roadside and saw clearly that it was indeed Lin Nianhe. They quickly quickened their pace and trotted into the warehouse.
Before they could take off their raincoats, Wen Lan and Wang Shumei grabbed Lin Nianhe's hands from left to right.
"Are you OK?"
"I've been waiting for you and I didn't go back. I thought something had happened to you!"
Looking at the caring eyes of my friends, and thinking about the actions they took while searching in the sewer just now...
Lin Nianhe: "Although you shouldn't, I still want to ask you why you were looking into the ditch just now."
The so-called sewer ditch is actually less than 30 centimeters at its widest point, and only 40 centimeters at its deepest point.
What kind of posture does she have to use to bunch herself up and stuff it in?
Wang Shumei and Wen Lan looked at each other, both of them looking a little embarrassed.
Just when Wen Lan was about to speak, Wang Shumei covered her mouth.
She smiled at Lin Nianhe: "Nianhe, you know you shouldn't ask, so don't ask."
Lin Nianhe: "..."
Today, her native language is Speechless.
She suspected that she had a negative state of "rainy days bring bad luck", otherwise she really couldn't understand why she would be so miserable every rainy day.
Although Lin Nianhe didn't want to speak, there were others who were willing to ask her why.
Uncle Yuan: "Why are you two running here?"
Uncle Yu: "What happened to the educated youth spot?"
Wang Shumei shook off the water drops on her raincoat and replied: "No, everyone is fine. It's just that Nianhe hasn't come back. We were afraid that something might happen to her on the road, so Xiaolan and I went out to look for her."
Lin Nianhe twisted the towel so hard that his joints turned white.
She couldn't help but said: "This is not the reason why you two were looking for me in the sewer."
"Hey? Can't you get over this?" Wen Lan reached out and poked Lin Nianhe's forehead, "How about I fight with you?"
Lin Nianhe looked at her and then at himself.
She frowned and said seriously: "Sister Lan, what are you talking about? Is this the time to care about personal gains and losses? Can't you see the wet corn here? The collective property may have suffered losses, but you still have it?" In the mood for a fight?”
Wen Lan: "...!"
"Hezi! Just wait, I'll go back and get a towel!"
Sister Lan roared angrily, turned around and rushed into the rain curtain.
Lin Nianhe breathed a long sigh of relief.
so close.
Not long after, Wen Lan came over with a group of female educated youths, and even Sun Yafei was not left behind.
Each of them had a towel in hand and seemed to be going to the bathhouse together.
The more people there are, the easier the work will be.
They talked and laughed while working. Uncle Guan was so interested that he smiled and told them the story of the Long March.
After a while, Principal Wu came with three children and a basket of hot steamed buns.
"Good guy, white flour?" Uncle Guan looked at Principal Wu, "Xiao Wu, have you taken out all the white flour?"
Principal Wu smiled and said, "No, I still have some. My second sister sent me two bags of Fuqiang powder from the factory. She couldn't finish it."
This is pure nonsense. Principal Wu's second sister is a textile factory worker. Usually, most of the things given out during the holidays are cloth. She can only give out ten kilograms of rice or flour at most throughout the year.
Uncle Guan saw through it without saying anything, so he took a steamed bun, broke it open, gave most of it to Accountant Zhao, and kept the other half for himself. He stuffed a piece into each of the three children's mouths, and the last one that fell into his mouth was only a small mouthful the size of a red date.
Principal Wu was guarding the door. When he saw someone coming to deliver corn, he greeted them and asked them to get some steamed buns. After he finished eating, he also brought a few to the folks working in the fields.
Time passed by minute by minute, but the heavy rain showed no sign of stopping.
Seeing the sky getting darker and darker, the warehouse ushered in the last batch of young people delivering corn.
Li Xiaohai put down the pole, shook the water drops from his hair and said to Uncle Guan, "Uncle, my father said we won't stop until it gets dark. He asked you to go back first."
Uncle Guan asked him: "What does your father do?"
"He is leading people to dig drainage ditches." Li Xiaohai picked up the shovel by the wall, "We are going there too."
Uncle Guan said: "Look at your feet and don't fall into puddles."
"Hey! Uncle, please come back!"
That night, the hustle and bustle of the Shili Brigade continued until midnight.
When Lin Nianhe returned to the hut, it was already twelve o'clock.
She only felt that her back was sore and painful, and she didn't know whether it was because she had been bending over to work or because she had a cold.
She washed briefly, took her temperature and took two cold medicines, then got into bed and fell asleep.
The rain was pouring, making people panic.
Early the next morning, Lin Nianhe opened his eyes.
The rain still doesn't stop.
During breakfast, Sun Guanghui said that after yesterday's rush to harvest, there was not much corn left in the field, and it was estimated that the harvest would be completed today.
This is the best news among all the bad news.
Everyone was very motivated. They put on their raincoats, picked up their tools and went out again.
"Lin Nianhe."
Lin Nianhe was called out as soon as he left the hospital.
She followed the sound and saw that she was a woman in her thirties, not tall and very thin.
Lin Nianhe was very sure that he had never seen her.
She frowned slightly and asked, "Who are you?"
"Sister Lirong asked me to bring you a few words." As the woman spoke, she glanced at the group of people behind her, pointed to the corner and said, "Let's go over there and talk."
Lin Nianhe raised his eyebrows.
"OK."
She responded, but first turned around and stretched out her hand to Wang Shumei, handing her the towel in her hand: "Sister Shumei, take it for me. I'll come back as soon as I can."
As she spoke, she hid her other hand in front of her body and quickly made a few gestures to Wang Shumei.
