Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 2 Who am I?

Fat Ya is a fool, everyone in the village knows it, and he also knows that she doesn't understand what he is saying, and when she says it, she plays the piano to the cow.

The picture is that after saying it, my heart is so refreshing.

There seemed to be a stench still sticking to his fingers. He wiped it on his body in disgust, and stopped looking at the thing that Fat Ya was trying to turn around in his cloudy eyes. He threw the wild hawthorn out of his schoolbag with a gloomy face. He didn't stay, then leaned over to pick up the scattered books on the ground, brushed off the dust on them, carefully put them in the schoolbag, snorted, and strode into the village without looking back.

Just walking to the dam, a muffled sound of "Pfft!" suddenly came from behind, like the sound of something heavy falling into the water.

He stopped, his heart sank suddenly.

Immediately, the panicked and chaotic shouts of the villagers sounded behind them: "It's incredible, Fatty can't think about it, she's throwing herself into the pond to seek death..."

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Under the old locust tree in the yard, Mr. Sun rolled up his sleeves, revealing two thin arms, squatting beside a large wooden basin and burying his head in scrubbing the clothes in his hands.

There are more than a dozen people in the old Yang family. Except for a few old and young ones, the rest are all working in the fields.These clothes are heavy and difficult to wash, and when you take them off, you can shake several kilograms of yellow mud.As soon as it was soaked in the water, a large pot of water was immediately stirred into a pot of yellow mud soup.

In normal times, the Sun family would carry their clothes and go to the pond at the entrance of the village to wash the pulp. The water in the pond is active and flows down from the Mianniu Mountain at the back of the village to the east.She can also wash the dishes for lunch at home by the way.

But today is different, since Qinger was rescued from the pond yesterday afternoon, she was pinching and pouring ginger water.

Last night, I had a high fever in the middle of the night, and said nonsense in the middle of the night. She and Qinger's father didn't sleep a night, so they stayed by the bedside. As soon as the sky started to light up, Qinger's father went to the village to find Fu Bo, an old doctor. It was said that Uncle Fu went to a town [-] miles away yesterday evening. When Qinger's father came back and talked with her, he felt that the disease could not be delayed.

Qinger's father went to discuss with Qinger's grandpa, and drove the only ox cart in the family to the town to get medicine.

The past few days are busy with the autumn harvest, and the family's prime laborers have been sent to the fields to harvest rice, and she is supposed to go too.

But Qinger became so ill that she couldn't rest her mind, so she had to beg Qinger's grandmother to let her stay at home and do homework.This past day, she cleaned the yard, shoveled the pigsty, washed the pots and pans in the kitchen, fed the chickens and ducks and the pig in the backyard, and now she moved the family's clothes to the yard for washing. .

In the past day, she went into the house to look at it several times, and every time she touched Qing'er's head and fed her a few sips of tea, this child burned like a charcoal stove all day long.

Sun shi absentmindedly wrung out the water from the clothes in his hands, and threw it into the bamboo basket beside him. He picked up a piece of dirty clothes from the hill-like pile of dirty clothes beside his feet and threw it into the basin, and washed it with his hands.

With a sallow and thin face, he was worried. From time to time, he raised his head to look at the sun that was about to rise above his head, and listened to the sound of the wheels of the bullock cart coming from the front yard. From Changping Village to the nearby Qingshui Town, he came It takes more than 30 miles for one trip, and Qing'er's father has been gone for almost two hours, so I guess it's time to come back?

After hastily rubbing her clothes, Mrs Sun stood up, wiped her wet hands on her body, turned around and hurriedly walked towards the west wing behind her.

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When Yang Ruoqing woke up, her whole body was sore, and her head was still buzzing.

She had just completed a single A-level mission and was on the return helicopter.

This is the last mission of her secret agent career, sending a pair of antique calligraphy and painting to an underground plaything auction center in Las Vegas.

After completing this order, her spy career will be drawn to a perfect end.

However, the plane encountered severe convective weather over the Pacific Ocean. At the moment of the crash, she vaguely remembered that a green light suddenly flew out of the painting and penetrated into her body.

She fell into the sea, and the cold sea water poured in from all directions...

She struggled in the sea water, trying to grab a piece of aircraft wreckage floating by her side. Her head finally emerged from the water, and fresh air rushed in, causing her to cough violently and sit up straight. body.

The sudden intrusion of light made her eyes sour.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and slowly opened his eyes until the astringent pain in his eyes subsided.

What came into view was a low and dilapidated house, with a thatched roof, and cracked walls covered in yellow mud. There was no decent piece of furniture in the house at all. There was a faded piece of furniture next to the corner. In the wardrobe, there is a teapot on the table with a cut corner, two clay tea bowls are still cut open, and the only stool is missing a leg, and the bottom is supported by a few clay bricks.

The floor in the house was bumpy and damp, and the musty smell and the smell of urine from the bedside pot filled the room, making her stomach churn.

With no icy waters and no plane wreckage, where is this dilapidated place uninhabitable?

Could it be that she was floating at sea and was rescued ashore by kind fishermen?

However, in the 21st century, looking around the world, those African indigenous people can't find such a poor place, right?

Her gaze swept to a wooden door over there, and strands of light came in through the cracks in the broken door. She lifted the damp and wet quilt covered with patches, and was about to get out of bed and go to the door to ask. , glanced at a pair of cloth shoes of indistinguishable color in front of the bed, and there were two holes in the toes.

Shaking her head slightly, she thought that having a pair of shoes is better than being barefoot. Just when she stretched out her feet to put on shoes, something incredible happened.

These fleshy and swollen feet were obviously not hers.

She was born with a pair of small and exquisite feet, which are as lovely and clear as white jade, and her toenails are as healthy and lovely as pink scallops.

But the feet in front of you are rough and heavy, and the nails have not been taken care of for ten days and a half, right?It was dark inside, and two fingernails were overturned.

Immediately afterwards, she found that her hands were not her original hands.

She is a secret agent and a top killer in the world. After years of training, she has left a thick layer of calluses between the finger pads of her hands.But she is a hand control, so even if there are calluses on the pulp of the fingers, the rest of the hands are well maintained, white and smooth, as delicate as jade.

As for the hands in front of them, the five fingers are as thick and short as radishes soaked in water, which is unbearable.

She touched her facial features again, and she felt that this face was not her own.

How is this going?

Who is she?

Who am I?

Where the hell is this?

At this time, there was a sudden "creak" in the silent and dark room, and a gap was opened in the dilapidated door. Then, a figure hurriedly pushed the door in from the outside.

(End of this chapter)