Farmers have space: open wasteland and set up stalls to farm

Chapter 7 Two Faces
Standing there for a while, watching many people walking back to the street in the distance, Lian Zhi was just about to bend down to drag the bundle of firewood when he saw a strong arm stretched out.

"Sister Lianzhi, I'll get it for you!" Song Dali said, holding the bundle of firewood in his hand easily.

"Thank you Brother Dali." Lian Zhi thanked Song Dali in a low voice.

In my memory, Song Dali was an enthusiastic person in the village. His father died early and his mother was blind. Because he really couldn't let go of the family, he didn't go out of the village to work like others, so if anyone's family had any heavy work, he would do it whenever he had time. Help.

"Hey, why are you so polite!"

The dark-skinned Song Dali, with a simple and honest look, showed his slightly yellow but neat teeth when he smiled.

Every time the men in the village who are doing long-term labor outside come back, he will come out to greet them, after all, they are all living in the neighborhood.

Seeing that Lianzhi was walking slowly, Song Dali turned to her and asked,

"Are you hungry and have no strength? I'll take this firewood to your home first, so you don't have to worry if you walk slowly."

Before Lian Zhi could respond, she strode out several steps.

Lian Zhi smiled silently, unexpectedly, this real person was still impatient, looked at the crowd not far away, adjusted his emotions, and walked over slowly...

The heads of every household came back, and the relatives happily greeted them home, and all the attention was on their own family members. When Lian Zhi walked over there, not many people paid attention.

When Lianzhi was searching for the Song family in the crowd, he heard Song Dali calling her from the side,

"Sister Lianzhi, where is your uncle?"

"Girl Zhi!"

When Lian Zhi turned her head away, she happened to see Song Jinshan walking towards her waving.

Song Jinshan, in his 30s, was wearing a coarse cloth that had been washed white but had no patches, and a blue cloth bag was tied around his waist.

The thin figure has a square face, and the eyes are a little sunken. After walking in, there are dark circles under the eyes, as if he hasn't slept well for a few days.

"Uncle!" Lian Zhi called out obediently.

"What are you dawdling at home, girl? You know your uncle is back?"

With a smile on her face, Mrs. Song said to Lian Zhi, there was no trace of complaint in her tone, but a little pampering.

Looking at the faces of the Song family, Lian Zhi ignored her, but opened her arms and said to Song Jinshan with tears shining,
"Uncle Lianzhi misses you so much!"

Just when she was about to hug Song Jinshan's arm, Lian Zhi quickly withdrew her hand again. Song Jinshan thought that the girl was shy in front of so many people, so he stretched out his hand to wrap her face.

Perhaps due to working long-term work outside for many years, Song Jinshan's skin not only looks rough, but the skin on his thick palms is also wrinkled and cracked, which feels a bit irritating when touched on the face.

"I haven't seen you girl for more than half a year, and I haven't seen you grow taller, and you are still so thin!"

Song Jinshan patted Lianzhi's shoulder lightly, shook his head and said.

"oops!"

With this sound, Lian Zhi deliberately raised her voice, and many people around looked towards her.

"What's wrong?"

Song Jinshan immediately realized something was wrong, frowned and asked, but he knew in his heart that he didn't use much force just now.

Lian Zhi shrank back timidly, secretly glanced at Song Shi next to Song Jinshan with a look of fear, and whispered falteringly,
"It's okay, uncle, I'm fine..."

(End of this chapter)