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Chapter 18 Happy New Year
In the afternoon, Wen Xiange followed everyone out of the educated youth point, and walked towards the farm tool distribution point next to the brigade office.

The farm tools of their brigade are not allowed to be taken home by the commune members. They have to come here to get them when they start work, and they have to wash them and return them here.

Moreover, sometimes it is convenient for the team to adjust the tasks for the members to work.

When the educated youths arrived at the farm tool distribution point, there was already a queue of people there.

Seeing them coming, many members looked at them and pointed.

Wen Xiange didn't need to listen to know who they were talking about, didn't she look at those people's eyes?

This year, the original body has not been in the field properly. She didn't pretend to be sick and asked those courteous young male commune members to help her work. When it came to food distribution, her centimeter was worse than that of a child. If the original body hadn't been rich , the family will send her some things to supplement the holidays, she must be hungry.

Therefore, most of the commune members don't like her very much, pointing fingers is still a trivial matter, and sometimes the family members of the male commune members who help her work scold her.

Hey, even though it was the original owner's brainless doing, she is the one who bears this identity now, and she has to bear both the good and the bad.

No matter what people say is bad or good, Wen Xiange looked at the crowd with a smile on his face, cupped his hands and said in a dialect that is not authentic here: "Happy New Year to all the folks!"

It's not the first month yet, so I wish you nothing wrong in your old age.

She felt that there was nothing wrong with it, but it made everyone else, including the educated youths, stunned.

One is that this New Year's greeting is too abrupt, and the other is that they don't know when Wen Xiange will speak the dialect here.

"Ah, hahaha, Happy New Year, Wen Zhiqing too." The atmosphere froze for a moment, and after a while, a woman in her thirties was the first to smile and cup her hands at Wen Xiange.

"Uh, Happy New Year Wen Zhiqing..."

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Someone started it, and no one in the first lunar month continued to say bad things, and they all told her auspicious words such as happy new year.

At this moment, the members of the commune changed a lot towards this female educated youth who they didn't like very much in the past.

After a while, it was their turn for the educated youths to get the farm tools. The three female educated youths shared the same job, combing the fields that had been turned over. They were all picked up, so the ones who received them were all rakes.

Wen Xiange held the rake carefully, seeing that they were all on the shoulders, and they were also on the shoulders carefully, but when walking, she always looked back from time to time, always afraid that the sharp iron teeth would dig into her back.

"Xiange, why are you always looking behind?" Liu Yaping, who was walking with Wen Xiange, saw her looking back all the time, and she also looked back. Except for a few members, there was no one else behind, so she didn't understand her for a while. what to look at.

"Cough, I'm just afraid that the iron teeth of this rake will dig into my back." Wen Xiange said while carrying the rake a little stiffly.

"Aren't you afraid? Why are you still swinging it back and forth?" Wen Xiange watched the rake swinging back and forth behind Liu Yaping a little frightened, hurriedly speeding up to keep up, not daring to walk behind her.

"Hehe, why haven't you gotten used to it yet? The handle is so long, it's impossible for you to dig yourself if you hold down the front end of the handle, but it's dangerous if you don't hold it tightly." Liu Yaping laughed when he heard this reason said.

"Hey, I'm just afraid that I won't hold it down." Wen Xiange became even more worried when she heard it. She was always afraid that if she didn't hold down and slid down, she would either dig her back or dig her feet. .

"Hey, hypocritical." Zhao Yanhong who was on the side laughed disdainfully when she heard the conversation between the two.

(End of this chapter)