The queen of fast wear has a fetish for collecting gold fingers

Chapter 706 Kangkang's Shameless Book Wearer 5
As soon as the rooster crowed outside, he woke up before dawn.

The autumn harvest is busy, and the working hours are early. Today's shift is so simple that breakfast should be prepared earlier before going to work.

Moreover, there is only one large iron pot in the educated youth spot, which is still shared. Whoever comes first will use it first. Jian Jian wants to catch the earliest wave.

It's easy to be left and right. It doesn't hinder anything if you don't sleep for a few days and nights. Why don't you get up early to avoid competing with other educated youths.

He groped out the door quietly, and after a brief wash, Jianjian came to the stove room. First, he lit the fire in the stove, and then started the pot to boil water. After the group let it cool down, they could take it to the field to drink.

He took another ceramic pot, washed the rice and poured water into it, and then took two large sweet potatoes and cut them into pieces.

Taking advantage of the time when the porridge was cooking, Jian Jian went to wash a small plate of pickles, and then entered the space, and came out after eating in it.

Sitting at the mouth of the stove and looking at the blazing flames inside, Jian Jian pondered whether to move to live with the local widowed elderly, or to build another stove and buy a pot for convenience.

After all, it is only six or five years now, and there are still 13 years to wait until the college entrance examination returns to the city. In these 13 years, it is not a problem to always be so sneaky and in a hurry.

Not long after, the educated youth courtyard gradually became lively, and the cook and fetcher came out, and Jian Jian quickly got up to fill the porridge in the clay pot into their respective lunch boxes, and put them on the low table outside.

"Morning Tu Zhiqing."

Today, Zhang Guoqing, who was on duty to carry water by the river, came to fetch water to wash up, and was surprised to see that Jian Jian had already brought out breakfast.

Turning around simply, "Morning, breakfast is ready, go wash up."

Zhang Guoqing nodded blankly, "Okay."

Seeing that the person agreed, she simply went back to the room. Seeing that Zheng Yinger was still sleeping, she hurried over to wake her up.

"Ying'er, wake up, it's dawn, hurry up and have breakfast, or you won't have time to eat when you get to work later."

"Hmm~"

Zheng Yinger frowned, opened her eyes and looked at Jian Jian, after a moment of stunned eyes suddenly turned red, and tears flowed out.

"What's the matter, why do you cry when you wake up?" Simple wondered.

Zheng Yinger raised her hand to wipe her face, and said with a wry smile, "It's okay, Shuping, good morning."

"morning."

Seeing that the person didn't have anything to say, he simply didn't ask any more questions. He took out the comb from the bag on his own side, sat on the bedside and braided the characteristic double braids of the girls of the era.

Only after inadvertently spotting Zheng Yinger, who was limp like a seriously ill person, gritted her teeth and stood up stiffly, Jian Jian realized why the girl cried when she woke up just now.

Presumably, yesterday's exercise was too much, and some muscles were strained. As a result, after a night's rest to relieve fatigue, if I move casually, my lower back and calves will be sore.

Simple and fast braided the braids, walked to Zheng Yinger, and asked with concern: "Yinger, are you sore all over, feeling like you can't use your strength?"

"Well, it hurts."

"It's only been a few days, it's just so sad, what can I do in the future? If I knew I would not go to the countryside, it's a pity that I was looking forward to it so much."

Zheng Yinger wailed softly, and after complaining, she didn't forget to look at the door, for fear that others would listen.

Jian Jian saw that she was quite energetic, so she felt relieved, "You just exercised too much all of a sudden, it's nothing to worry about, eat more egg tofu at ordinary times, and press it more before going to bed at night, it will be much better, when you get used to it It won’t be so uncomfortable when I’m done with the work in the house.”

"Really?" Zheng Yinger looked curiously.

"Well, really, just look at Comrade Liu and the others." Simple said firmly.

"Ok."

Zheng Yinger slowly got up with Jian Jian's extended hand, wrinkled her face and slowly moved out, and when she crossed the threshold, she took a deep breath.

Looking at the pitiful Zheng Yinger, Jian Jian recalled that the original owner also had this experience in the original plot. He didn't know how many times he cried under the covers before he gradually got used to it.

Not long after breakfast, the gong for going to work rang, and Jian Jian and the educated youths walked towards the brigade's farm tool warehouse in a sparse manner.

"Yo, Tu Zhiqing is here."

"Tu Zhiqing, I heard that you grew old yesterday and gained [-] centimeters. Is this true?"

"Tu Zhiqing, I heard from my old man yesterday, I really didn't expect that you look so thin and small, you can be so capable."

"Tu Zhiqing, do you want to find someone? Auntie has a good candidate, and that person is me..."

Xu Shijian's performance yesterday was really excellent. Today, he was praised by the enthusiastic uncles and aunts before he entered the crowd. It was very lively for a while.

Even the production team leader Yang Zili came over and encouraged Jian Jian, "Tu Zhiqing, you performed very well yesterday, I hope you can continue today."

"Work hard, centimeters can't deceive people, only by working harder can we ordinary people have enough to eat."

After all, Yang Zili looked at the other educated youths and encouraged him: "You too, all work hard and do your best. You don't have to compare Tu Zhiqing, a little girl who just arrived."

All the educated youths burst into laughter after hearing this, and responded well one after another.

Of course, Jian Jian didn't lose the eyes of some jealous people.

Today's task is the same as yesterday's, which is to cut rice.

When they arrived in the field, Jian Jian and the big guys encouraged each other and then walked forward, leaving the other educated youths far behind.

Standing at the place where she left yesterday, she looked at the endless waves of golden wheat in front of her again, and estimated where she would need to cut today if she had to take twelve centimeters, and then reckoned in her heart that it was divided into two parts, one One morning and one afternoon.

After knowing the number in his heart, Jian Jian bent down and began to cut rice.

After a whole day of groping yesterday, Jian Jian’s skill points for gesticulating the sickle are completely full now. The rice is cut so fast, and a large part of it rushes out within two strokes. Let the educated youths behind watch it Can't help but amazed again and again.

The busy time passed very quickly, and after a while of brushing and drying, Fu looked up and found that he had passed the point he expected before.

Seeing that the sun was getting late, he put down the sickle and walked back until Zheng Yinger and Chen Zixin, and said, "I'll go back to cook first, and I put the sickle in the field ahead, please help me look at it."

Chen Zixin heard the sound, looked up and saw that it was Jian Jian, stood up and thumped his back, and replied: "Okay, you go back first. By the way, let me steam some sweet potatoes for me. I am tired and tired now." Hungry, I feel that one meal can eat all the food I got before."

"Yeah, me too. Shuping, please help me steam one more. If I don't eat enough, I don't think I'll make it through the night." Zheng Yinger held a sickle in one hand and howled while covering her stomach with the other.

Simple said with a smile: "Okay, I see."

"Shu Ping, you are too fast, it feels faster than yesterday, you are too powerful, how did you do it?"

When Liu Yonghong heard Jian Jian and the three of them talk, she stood up straight and took a rest. When she looked up, she saw a gap of tens of meters between herself and Jian Jian, and she couldn't help sighing.

Jian Jian raised his hand and touched the sweat, "Just cut normally, don't think too much, don't look up at the rice in front, just cut forward in a muffled voice."

As he said that, Jian Jian glanced at the towel around Liu Yonghong's neck, thinking that when he went to the carpenter's house to buy a box later, he would change to another towel by the way, so as not to wipe his head full of sweat with his hands.

(End of this chapter)