Because the Daping Slope is not the lowest place, the road leading to the back mountain is divided into two branches. One goes down to the foot of the back mountain, and the other goes up to the inside of the back mountain.
When you reach the intersection, you can see large tracts of farmland.
The village is located on a flat slope with high terrain, and almost all farmland is within sight.
The farmland is also not on the same slope, but each flat slope has a large area and is not considered terraced fields.
Most of the crops planted in the fields are corn, and the other half are soybeans and sweet potatoes. It is the time when the corns are sprouting ears and the soybeans are blooming and forming pods. The main work in the fields these days is to fertilize the corns and soybeans, remove weeds, and remove insects.
The weather has been good this year, and the corn is growing well. The varieties grown here are of high-stalk variety, and when one enters the corn field, no one can be seen from the outside.
The west end of the village is close to the mountains, and the south side of the road is the edge of the fields.
Zihua stood at the intersection and looked at the cornfield in front of her for a while.
The original owner did not come to the fields often. Before the accident, he was living in a junior high school in the town. He was not very old and did little work in the fields. After the accident, he was unable to do the work in the fields due to health reasons, so he had memories of farming.
General and trivial.
Now that she had made up her mind to start farming, Zihua observed it carefully for a while.
She stands high and can see far away, and people in the distance can also see her.
Jiang Jing was weeding in the bean field, wielding the hoe reluctantly. She didn't want to do it, but if she didn't do it, it would be said in the village that she was "not a serious worker."
She was only fourteen or fifteen years old at that time, so she shouldn't have to work in the fields as much as she should. It's not like she had never worked in the fields, so that's it.
She was unhappy and would not speak out.
It took her three years to change the way people in the village viewed her and earn a good reputation, so she couldn't let her efforts go to waste.
"Comrade Jiang Jing, you are tired. You go and rest for a while. I will help you hoe the remaining bits."
The speaker was Yuan Hongwei, who was assigned to a few rows next to Jiang Jing.
Yuan Hongwei is not tall and has an ordinary appearance. Like everyone else here, he is tanned.
Jiang Jing had already seen Yuan Hongwei leaning towards her. Seeing that he wanted to help, she was very happy, but she said, "How can that be done? I have to do my own thing, how can I ask Comrade Yuan to help me."
Yuan Hongwei looked at Jiang Jing's rosy and pretty face, and her mind became even hotter, "Comrades should help each other. I think Comrade Jiang Jing can't finish the work by herself, so she should help."
Jiang Jing pretended to hesitate for a moment and accepted helplessly, "Okay then. Thank you, Comrade Yuan. I'm just going to drink some water."
"You're welcome. Comrade Jiang Jing went to drink water and take a break under the tree. I can finish hoeing this small amount of land in a while." After Yuan Hongwei finished speaking, he raised the hoe and started working.
Jiang Jing lowered her head and walked under the tree at the end of the field. No one saw the disdain on her lowered face.
She knew what Yuan Hongwei meant at a glance. He was attracted to her and wanted to pursue her. Although Yuan Hongwei was an educated youth from the city, she heard that his family was not well off at all. He only relied on his father's salary as a worker to support his family of six.
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Yuan Hongwei has been in Weijiagou for seven or eight years. In the past, someone in the village wanted to marry him, but he didn't agree. He just wanted to return to the city.
Now that there was no hope of returning to the city, he was already twenty-six years old and wanted to settle down in Weijiagou, so he decided to make a move on her.
Putting aside his family conditions, he really dares to think about his indescribable appearance.
Jiang Jing walked under the tree, picked up the green iron kettle hanging on the branch, unscrewed the lid, took a few sips slowly, and looked around.
I saw Xie Huai, another educated youth working in the fields a little further away. Compared with Yuan Hongwei's appearance, Xie Huai was the best-looking among the educated youth, even Dong Anguo could not compare with him.
Jiang Jing snorted inwardly, wasn't it just because she came from a big city that she looked down on her from the countryside?
As if sensing something, Xie Huai glanced towards Jiang Jing, and when he saw Jiang Jing, he looked away.
Jiang Jing felt a little proud. Didn't you always avoid her before? Why don't you avoid her now? It's because she has become more beautiful. Men are like this, they all judge people by their appearance.
No longer avoiding her? She is still avoiding him.
Jiang Jing's face turned to the other side.
When I turned around, I saw Yuhua standing leisurely at the west end of the village.
Wei Xingxi!
Jiang Jing's mood suddenly became bad.
She bit her back molar. This sickly thing can still come out, why not stay sick until death!
The good reputation she had managed to accumulate was ruined a lot by Wei Xingxi that day.
She remembered this grudge.
She didn't dare to go out for the past two days. Whenever she met someone when she went out, they would ask her what was going on with Dong Anguo. She swore to people several times before people believed that she and Dong Anguo were really okay.
Thinking that there was no possibility of Dong Anguo and Wei Xingxi getting married anymore, she felt a little happy again. Wei Xingxi had lost Dong Anguo as a good match, that's right!
Zihua also saw Jiang Jing in the distance.
Jiang Jing is so easy to recognize.
The other women who worked all wrapped themselves up tightly, with long clothes and long trousers, and a scarf on their head to cover their entire head and face as much as possible. It was best to only expose their two eyes.
Not Jiang Jing. Although she was wearing long clothes and trousers, her head and face were completely exposed. Her fair skin was exposed to the sun and looked very pink and delicate.
Although it's not close, it's still possible to briefly use some mental energy to explore.
With her thoughts moving, her mental power penetrated Jiang Jing's inner being.
It’s interesting, Jiang Jing’s soul is not original.
Zi Hua didn't look much, and her spiritual power was instantly withdrawn. She determined that the source of the spiritual energy was Jiang Jing, and unexpectedly discovered that there was something wrong with Jiang Jing's soul.
The specific problem will be investigated as soon as she recovers.
She smiled consciously at Jiang Jing, turned around and turned towards the road to the foot of the mountain.
Watching the distance come and go, Zihua walked for nearly 20 minutes before arriving at the place where people in the village often cut pig grass.
The grassland at the foot of the mountain is very large, rocky, and uneven. It cannot be cultivated into fields, so it becomes a weed slope.
I could hear the laughter of children in the distance.
There were several boys and girls aged seven or eight to eleven or twelve, some were playing around, some were squatting and mowing the grass, and some were digging around in the tall and dense grass without knowing what they were looking for.
The place was big enough for six or seven children to scatter in it, just like scattering a few beans in it.
Zihua searched and found Wei Xingyu whose head was covered by deep grass.
Wei Xingyu is a squatter mower, and the basket next to her is already filled with more than half of the basket.
"Xingyu."
Wei Xingyu looked up and saw Yuhua, and stood up in surprise, "Sister, why are you here?"
Zihua said, "I'll take you home."
Wei Xingyu looked at the half-full basket in embarrassment, "I haven't finished cutting it yet..."
The work points for mowing hogweed are calculated based on the amount of hogweed turned in. The more hogweed you cut, the more you will be counted.