Wearing books and sweet pets: the richest couple in the 80s

Chapter 95
At night in mid-August, the weather was still hot and muggy. Fortunately, the north wind blew in the evening, which brought a bit of coolness.

By the river at the east end of the village, He Wanqing hid under a big tree, staring intently at the small square not far ahead.

This is the grain drying ground of the Shijia brigade. The millet that has been threshed in the village is sent here, dried and stored in the brigade's warehouse.

These days, the villagers can eat enough to eat, unlike those years when they often starved, so no one wants to use the rice.

Therefore, although the brigade arranges people to come and guard every day, basically all of them are old, weak, women and children.

After all, the work points for this job are low, and the members are still more willing to do the job of transplanting rice seedlings.

Sun Linlin took the opportunity to take over the job. Now that her household registration has been transferred to the university, the team does not need to give her work points.

She was so active, the production team naturally wanted it, and the secretary of the brigade even specially praised her, as expected of a college student, her ideological consciousness is high.

He Wanqing had quietly visited the Shi family brigade two nights ago.

In addition to surveying the terrain, it was also confirmed that Tang Jiadong would come to the Sun Valley Field to have a private meeting with Sun Linlin every night.

Although almost no one would come to the sun-drying field at night, the two had a guilty conscience and were afraid of being discovered, so they even hid in the dense reeds by the river to get intimate.

What's more, for the sake of convenience, the two secretly cut out an open space with a radius of five meters among the reeds, but there was no flaw from the outside.

He Wanqing was hiding less than ten meters away from this open space.

The wind stopped, the chirping of cicadas on the trees became louder and louder, and the sound of frogs by the river kept coming and going.

Suddenly, He Wanqing was refreshed.

Tang Jiadong is here.

He was smoking a cigarette, the butt flickered on and off, his face was blurred.

He walked into the drying yard, and about 10 minutes later, he and Sun Linlin entered the reeds one after the other.

Not long after, there was movement in the reeds.

He Wanqing felt disgusted in her heart, but she still sneaked to the edge of the open space. Seeing that the two were inseparable, she put away the clothes thrown on the floor one by one.

Holding the clothes of the two of them in her arms, she slipped under the big tree and hid in the earth pit dug long ago.

The two meet privately every night, and basically have to toss for two or three hours before they break up.

He Wanqing planned to wait another half an hour before proceeding to the next step.

In the reeds, all kinds of messy sounds continuously reached He Wanqing's ears. She couldn't bear it anymore, so she got out and waited on the grain drying ground.

Suddenly, her nose smelled a burnt smell, as if the rice stubble had been ignited.

She was taken aback.

She hadn't even intended to light the fire.

Although this method is the simplest and most practical, it doesn't take long to recruit the whole village.

However, after all, the grain on the grain drying field is the hard work of the whole village for half a year, and if one fails, it will all be burned.

Even though she had thought about it before, she had experimented with wet firewood in an open place, and even thought of several plans back and forth.

Finally she gave up.

There are too many uncontrollable factors in this kind of thing, and she is unwilling to let the whole village accompany her to take risks for her own sake.

She asked herself that she was not a very good person, but she couldn't do anything too extreme.

She followed the burning smell.

Sure enough, on the drying ground, for some reason, the southernmost pile of rice caught fire.

He Wanqing didn't care about the pair of scumbags in the reeds, and ran to the west with all her might, shouting loudly as she ran: "Come on, come on, put out the fire, the grain drying yard is on fire!"

(End of this chapter)