After signing in, the little pitiful took the 80 sisters to fly

Lin Jiadong sighed: "So what if there is a stove, all our firewood was thrown into the puddle by those people."

Scar is full of hostility, and a vicious person is always hated, but there is nothing he can do.

"I'm the one with the firewood, so you just stay at ease."

The old people were silent and stopped talking. They are like this now, and there are not many people who can treat them sincerely.

Their fate is good, they met several, and others who are the same as them don't know, so it should not be very easy.

I just hope that these kind-hearted people will not be implicated.

Although it is cold in winter, we can spend it safely by hugging together to keep warm.

After the cold winter, it is warm spring.

The spring plowing began, and the integration between the educated youths and the villagers was almost completed. Except for a few, they got along fairly well.

After the spring plowing began, everyone no longer wanted to make noise.

The educated youths went to the field for the first time, many of them didn’t understand, their physical strength couldn’t keep up, they became tired every day, and they didn’t want to say anything.

Wang Shangui specially arranged for young girls and boys like Damai to work in teams with them.

Young people are easy to talk and communicate with each other, and they can supervise each other and make progress together. It should be easier to work.

Damai also re-acquainted with a friend, Jiang Zheng.

The 20-year-old female educated youth has a round face and a lively girl.

"I didn't expect such a remote mountain village to have high school students, Damai, you are too good, right?"

Damai smiled shyly: "It's not that I'm good, it's because my parents, grandma and younger sisters love me so much that they are willing to help me study."

"The younger sisters in the family are also studying all the time, and my father hopes that we can all read and understand."

Jiang Zheng nodded: "Let's not talk about the countryside. Many families in the city do not allow girls to study. Even at the age of fifteen or sixteen, they will start talking about marriage, and then go to exchange gifts for the brothers at home. You are very lucky to have such a good family .”

Big Mac agreed, she was the luckiest girl.

Not only are the family happy to support her in studying, but they will not force her to get married. She really hates luck.

"Chi..." There was an untimely sneer.

Damai pursed his lips and ignored it.

Jiang Zheng was a little unhappy, this Feng Qian was really annoying.

He speaks harshly, acts domineeringly, and looks down on people.

Among all the educated youths, she was the one who had the worst quarrel with fellow villagers, and their reputations were also affected.

It's nothing to do with her at all, so what's the point of getting in the way.

"Feng Zhiqing, most of your tasks are still unfinished. Hurry up and work, or you won't earn three centimeters a day. It depends on where you get the rations to fill your stomach."

Feng Qian sneered: "Jiang Zhiqing should take care of yourself, my family will send me things, but your family doesn't have much to send to you."

"I heard that it was your brother who was supposed to come to the countryside, but he took your job, and your family drove you here. It's so pitiful."

As he spoke, he glanced at Damai, jealousy and disgust flashed in his eyes: "You want to climb up to these hillbillies in the village and get some easy work."

"It's a pity. I have bad eyesight. I picked an abandoned baby who was brought home. I'm afraid she won't be able to help you."

Jiang Zheng blushed with anger, and glared at Feng Qian: "No matter why I went to the countryside, you are the same. We are all educated youths here. What are you proud of?"

"Fortunately, you are still an intellectual, and you speak so viciously and viciously. Are you worthy of the etiquette and shame you have learned?"

Feng Qian was also angry: "I'm telling the truth, you guys are guilty, so what does it matter to me?"

"Say I'm mean, why don't you say you're putting on a show?"

"Pretend to be kind everywhere, to please people, but unfortunately they are all mud legs, it's useless."

Jiang Zheng said angrily: "Open your mouth and shut it up, you muddy legs, country bumpkin, you have a problem with your mind."

Feng Qian was not only angry, but even more anxious: "Jiang Zheng, don't spitting blood, why is there something wrong with my thinking?"

"You just have a problem."

Both of them were stalking their necks, neither of them would give in. A fight was about to start, and Damai hurried to fight.

People around also came up to persuade.

Although the anger was not small, fortunately, it was all extinguished in the end.

Damai looked at Jiang Zheng apologetically: "Sorry, I made you quarrel with her for me."

"It's actually okay. I'm used to hearing those words, so I don't care."

Jiang Zheng waved her hand: "It's okay, I can't get used to her for a long time, let's work, finish it earlier, go back earlier, I'm exhausted."

"Okay." Damai didn't say any more, and the two began to work seriously.

In terms of feelings, some people have never been together for most of their lives, and some people can identify each other with just one glance.

Damai and Jiang Zheng are not "love at first sight", but there is also a feeling of seeing each other late. The friendship between the two began like this, and lasted for a long time for a lifetime.

This is what Damai can't feel in Yang Xiaoya and Tang Juhua. It's not because of knowledge and diplomas, but pure fate and temperament.

Damai gets along with Jiang Zheng every day, listening to Jiang Zheng talking about the outside world, talking about things that she has never heard of or seen, she feels suddenly enlightened.

The regret and confusion left in my heart for not being able to take the college entrance examination gradually dissipated. It seemed that I had found the direction to work hard, and I became more cheerful.

After the busy farming season is over, instead of going to the fields every day, Damai will immerse himself in the sea of ​​books and start writing in his spare time.

Write about her feelings, write about her life, write about her life.

It's just that the Wu family didn't have the books Damai wanted, and Jiang Zheng didn't bring many books, which couldn't meet Damai's needs.

The small buds will be useful at this time.

"Ahhh..." Tongtong, what book should the eldest sister read?

The code of the system gentleman is flying around. He is a sign-in system for raising cubs. There are books, but they are all children's books for coaxing babies.

What Barley wants should be literary works.

Tongzi did not.

"Don't worry, little host, I'll look for it for you."

Tongzi wants face, it won't say that it doesn't have it, that it can't do it.

it can.

After flipping through the code, the whole system was messed up, and finally I found a book that is useful and will not cause problems.

It's a handwritten book that doesn't even have a title.

But the stuff inside is good, and the guy who wrote it has great insight into writing.

Xiya signed in and got the book.

But she is not interested in this kind of full-text stuff.

When I got the book, I ran to find Damai excitedly without reading a word.

"Ahhh..." Sister, book, book.

Damai caught the younger sister Routuanzi who was rushing towards her, smiled and kissed her soft little face.

"What's the matter, so happy?"

"Ahhh..." Book, give it to my sister.

The tattered book, Da Mai guessed that it might be picked up by Xi Ya, but he didn't take it to heart.

"For my sister?"

"Ah," the villain nodded repeatedly.

"Thank you Xi Ya, my sister likes it very much." Barley kissed Xi Ya's forehead again.

The little buds are full, jumping and running away.

Damai shook his head and smiled, and opened the book to read.

I can't stop watching this.

Xiao Xiya, who went out, was going up the mountain, but passing by the entrance of the village, she saw a well-behaved, well-dressed little boy.

The little boy squatted on the side of the road, poking the dirt with a branch to play.

Back and forth, many villagers will take a look at it, and some people will ask questions.

But the little boy ignored anyone and just played on his own.