A Young Woman's Heart

However, good-looking people cannot hide their natural beauty even when wearing such a simple school uniform.

Mo Xueyao's blue eyes, in particular, stood out even more among the crowd of people with black eyes.

Those jewel-like eyes alone are enough to captivate someone for a long time.

The streetlights were still on, and the sky seemed to be starting to lighten, which meant that dawn was approaching.

Unfortunately, this place is neither by the sea nor on a mountaintop, so you can't see the most beautiful scenery at sunrise.

Mo Xueyao walked out of the apartment, not really knowing what to do. She stood at the door for a moment in a daze, and finally decided to wander around.

But in reality, he only walked a few steps forward before choosing a bench in the corner to sit down.

When no students come to learn about agriculture, this place will probably remain as quiet as it is now.

"Snap." The streetlight flickered, startling her. Then she realized it was because it was getting light, so the streetlights were all going to be turned off.

The agricultural training base, with its streetlights turned off, was plunged into a brief period of darkness.

"Chirp!"

Mo Xueyao suddenly felt something grab her neck, which startled her so much that she hurriedly stood up and assumed a fighting stance.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be an old acquaintance.

"Hey... Shen Kelin... what are you doing here..."

"What? I'm just like you, aren't I a high school sophomore?"

"Ah...yes, that's right..."

"What's wrong? Are you scared out of your wits?"

"No!" Mo Xueyao denied it outright. "I thought it was a snake!"

"Hiss hiss hiss—watch me bite you!" Shen Kelin struck a 'snake fist' pose, and you know what, it was actually quite accurate.

"What's wrong... why are you up so early too?"

"I went to bed at eight o'clock yesterday. I woke up this morning and couldn't fall back asleep, so I came out for a walk." Shen Kelin sat down naturally in the chair and pulled Mo Xueyao, who had just stood up, to sit down as well.

"Oh……"

Are you one too?

"Pretty much, I just couldn't sleep either." Mo Xueyao didn't want to explain too much.

"What? It's only been a short time since we last met, and you're already being so cold to me! We were classmates for three years in junior high, weren't we?"

"Ahem!" Mo Xueyao scratched her cheek. "Uh... so which class are you in now?"

"I'm going to Class 1 now."

"Huh, it's right next door?"

"Yes, we're right upstairs from you."

"oh oh……"

"Xiaoyao is such an emotionally detached person—" Shen Kelin teased deliberately.

Mo Xueyao gripped the ground with her toes, couldn't help but lower her head, and instinctively brought her legs together: "No..."

"But that's normal, you've made so many new friends. You know, you're quite famous at school."

"Is that so... Ha... Haha..."

You didn't know?

"I do know a little bit about it."

"Can love confession letters be sold as waste paper for money?"

“…I haven’t received any.” After saying that, Mo Xueyao revised her words to make them more accurate, “I haven’t received many.”

"So there are still some? So, so, don't you like any?"

"..."

"Hmm, after all, she's the school beauty, so it's normal for her to have high standards."

"It tastes sour."

"No, not at all. Okay, it is a little bit sour, though." Shen Kelin blushed slightly for a moment, then laughed openly and generously again. "I heard you can play the electronic keyboard, and you recently joined a band?"

“Hmm…it’s alright…” Mo Xueyao thought for a moment, then swallowed the last word, glanced at her sideways, and said in a tone like Mr. Xue, “I know a little.”

"Pfft, what's that? You know a little bit about classical music. If you have time, I'd like to invite you to our broadcasting room to play a classical piece."

"Is the art of crosstalk no longer viable?" Mo Xueyao joked, rediscovering a bit of the feeling of chatting from before.

“We need to change up the show sometimes. It’s always the same few shows, and the students will get tired of it.” Shen Kelin put her arm around Mo Xueyao’s shoulder. “I’ll have to trouble you to help me out then, maybe be a regular guest or something.”

“I definitely don’t have time for a regular guest appearance… but you can take turns. There are seven bands in the whole grade. If you invite students from each band who can play an instrument to do one episode, you can do many episodes.”

"Great idea, let's do it that way!"

"You didn't think of that before, did you...?"

"Isn't it strange?"

“Uh…” Mo Xueyao choked for a moment, and after a while she muttered, “It’s not strange at all for you.”

The sky gradually brightened, and the gentle golden sunlight shone on the two of them, telling people that a new day had arrived.

Shen Kelin chatted with Mo Xueyao about some fun things from junior high school, and mentioned that some of her classmates were already married, but hadn't registered their marriages yet.

"get married?"

"Ok!"

"It's so early..."

“In the countryside, people stop going to school after junior high.”

"Who did you marry?"

"A man in his mid-twenties, I suppose."

"What a huge age gap."

"That's how it is in the countryside, and older people have more stable jobs."

"Everyone says that people in the countryside are simple and honest, but I always feel that they are the most materialistic people in the countryside..."

"Well, everything has two sides. In fact, there are all kinds of people in the countryside. It's just that no matter what kind of personality they have, people in the countryside tend to be more direct."

"Too……"

As they were chatting, Hua Yinyin shouted angrily from not far away: "Well, so Xiao Yaoyao ran out so early in the morning just to meet up with a vixen!!"

"Pfft! Cough cough..." Mo Xueyao almost choked on her own saliva.

"What? How am I a vixen? I've known Xiaoyao since junior high. I was here first."

"But I was the one who felt a deeper connection first!"

"How do you know I haven't had anything intimate with Xiaoyao?"

"Hey—Little Yaoyao? Could it be that you..."

"Hey, hey!" Mo Xueyao exclaimed helplessly at these two frivolous guys, "What nonsense are you spouting!"

"Pfft, haha—" Shen Kelin burst into laughter. "Hello, my name is Shen Kelin."

"I know you, you're a radio host."

"Yes, it seems I do have some fame."

"Tsk, little Yaoyao~" Hua Yinyin bypassed Shen Kelin and pounced on Mo Xueyao, but the latter simply sidestepped, causing her to miss and fall onto the chair. She twisted her body and swung her legs in a fit of anger, as if she wouldn't calm down until Mo Xueyao hugged her back.

Mo Xueyao, of course, wouldn't indulge her...

"Hmph! You brat Yao Yao!"

"Alas--"

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Chapter 80 Grinding Soybeans

On clear autumn days, there seems to be no difference from summer days. Only when you hide under the shade of a tree and feel the wind do you realize that it is autumn.

After breakfast, the agricultural training began. Although the soil was turned over once yesterday, today we still turned the soil, but the soil was a little different. This time, instead of spreading wood ash, we were reclaiming wasteland.

The progress was much slower than yesterday. The whole class worked all morning, but they only managed to cultivate a small patch of land.

Looking at the vast stretches of farmland nearby, one can't help but feel a sense of awe at the hard work of the farmers.

Lunch was the same as yesterday, unchanged. The students, who had found it novel for the first two days, were starting to get a little tired of it.

But the farmers ate this kind of food, which often didn't even include meat, just vegetarian food, day after day, year after year, and they still persisted.

Therefore, writers often like to compare farmers to oxen, who, although they eat grass, have all the strength to work.

After lunch, the students were finally able to rest for a while.

This period is free time, but you can't go too far.

Farmers in the open field were still using hand-cranked machines to remove the chaff from the rice. Unlike yesterday, the millstones that had been sitting unused under the awnings had started turning.

Interested students would take the initiative to spin the millstone, with farmers providing guidance. Although one person could only spin it for a short time, there were many people involved, and more would join in as others became interested.

Mo Xueyao had just arrived. She stood aside and watched for a few moments before asking, "What are they grinding away at?"

"Making soy milk," a middle-aged woman replied with a smile. "While grinding, we pour the soybeans in and add water. The soy milk then flows into the bucket from here."

"Ah...is making soy milk really that hard work?" Mo Xueyao thought of the soy milk she drank in the morning. It cost five cents for a big bag, and it could even fill almost two ordinary mineral water bottles. Sometimes when she couldn't drink it all, she would pour it into a bottle, and it would last her all morning.

But as things stand now, it takes a lot of effort to grind a batch of soy milk.

In comparison, 50 cents is incredibly cheap.

Actually, there are also small packets of soy milk, which only cost two cents, but Mo Xueyao always felt that the small packets didn't taste as good as the large packets, so she usually bought the large packets or the cup-sized ones with a smaller quantity.