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Chapter 296 Then You Have to Drink Mung Bean Soup

Green bean soup.

What a tempting three words.

People surrounded the bullock cart. President Wu and Uncle Guan smiled and gave them mung bean soup one by one.

Principal Wu said to the students: "This is the mung bean donated by the mothers of Zheng Shan and Bai Xiaojun to our brigade. When Aunt Zheng comes next time, everyone remember to thank you."

"it is good!"

"Remember!"

"Xiaojun, your mother is so kind. My mother doesn't even make mung bean soup for me."

Zheng Shan and Bai Xiaojun were a little confused, Zheng Shan remained expressionless as usual, but Bai Xiaojun's face turned red.

The educated youths all brought their own water bottles, and Principal Wu filled a bottle for each of them, and comforted him: "It's an extra ladle of water, drink it, I'm exhausted."

Principal Wu looked at each one of them and saw that there was still a figure motionless in the field, so he greeted him, "That little comrade, come over to drink mung bean soup!"

She spoke, but still no one in the ground moved.

Principal Wu didn't think much, he went to find her after filling a bowl of mung bean soup.

"Girl, don't do it, drink a bowl of mung bean soup first." Principal Wu looked at this girl who couldn't even wield a sickle, and attributed her to the ranks of new educated youths. He couldn't help complaining that the educated youths were unreliable.

Sending people here on the first day of the autumn harvest, isn't this letting the children suffer in vain?
Look at her, squatting on the ground, using a sickle as a saw, not only takes a lot of effort, but also easily hurts herself.

When the girl heard Principal Wu's voice, she shrank her neck subconsciously and was stunned for a moment. She bit her lower lip and continued to stab the corn stalks as if she didn't hear it.

Principal Wu felt a little helpless. She wanted to reach out, but she was afraid of spilling the mung bean soup in her hand, so she turned around and shouted, "Xiao Lan, help me."

"coming!"

Wen Lan put down the kettle and ran over, wiped her mouth and asked, "Principal, what's the matter?"

"Help me grab this little comrade's sickle, be careful, don't hurt you two." Principal Wu smiled helplessly.

Wen Lan's mind always chooses not to move when it can move or not. She never thought that Principal Wu didn't know who this person was, and didn't think there was anything wrong. When he saw the opportunity, he reached out and took the sickle from the girl's hand. snatched it down.

Principal Wu heaved a sigh of relief, bent down and handed the mung bean soup over: "Little comrade, take a break and drink some mung bean soup. You are using the sickle in the wrong way. I will teach you when you finish drinking."

Hearing Principal Wu's overly gentle voice, the girl timidly raised her head, looked at her and whispered, "I, my father is...I can't..."

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, like a restless little animal.After saying this, her face turned pale, she closed her eyes subconsciously, and lowered her head.

Principal Wu was stunned for a moment, then smiled again: "No matter who your father is, you have to drink mung bean soup."

The girl's trembling stopped, she slowly opened her eyes, and what she saw was still that gentle smiling face.

Principal Wu held the bowl and motioned for her to take it quickly.

The girl tentatively reached out her hand cautiously, her eyelashes trembling uncontrollably, as if she was ready to be splashed all over her face by this bowl of mung bean soup.

What was imagined did not happen.

She safely took the mung bean soup.

"Drink, I'll teach you how to use a sickle when you're done drinking." Principal Wu smiled gently, and reached out to take her sickle from Wen Lan, "If you use the sickle like this, something will happen, so I'll confiscate your sickle first. , I'll bring it to you later."

Holding the bowl, the girl looked at Principal Wu with shock and confusion.

Principal Wu just smiled, and left with the sickle in hand.

She put the sickle on the ox cart, and went with Uncle Guan to deliver mung bean soup to the villagers in the next team.

"The principal is really a warm person." Lin Nianhe said softly, holding the water bottle.

"Yeah..." Wang Shumei responded, and became nervous. She stood up straight and said to the people around her, "Hey, we didn't see anything just now! Do you understand?"

Several girls looked up at the sky one after another, chattering in unison:

"What did you see, what did you see?"

"Mung bean soup is so delicious, who wants to look around!"

"That's right, oops, my hands hurt..."

Wang Shumei looked at the new wood brothers again: "What about you?"

After asking this question, she herself felt redundant.

The seven male educated youths and Zhou Chujiang were all gone, their eyes were all blank, apparently they didn't notice what happened just now.

Wang Shumei clicked her tongue and sat back beside the field ridge in satisfaction.

Everyone drank mung bean soup and remained silent, no one wanted to speak.

The new educated youth who experienced the autumn harvest for the first time only feel hopeless, while the old educated youth... they just want to know how many more autumn harvests they have to experience.

Their future, like the cornfield in front of them, has no hope at all...

"The gloves are off, let me see."

"Huh? What are you looking at... Hey, it's red, and it looks like it's about to blister."

"Here, paint it on."

"what?"

"Peppermint cream."

"You even have this?"

"Well, I brought it for you."

"Hey...thank you, Brother Yun Cheng."

"Hurry up and paint."

"I said, thank you, thank you!"

"you are welcome."

"..."

Beside the field ridge, a group of educated youths who thought about life and the future slowly turned their heads and looked at the two people who were very unpleasant.

Xie Yufei shook his head, and stretched out his hand directly: "Brother Cheng, give me some too? My hands are blistered!"

"Pretentious." Su Yuncheng looked at him coldly.

He glanced over Xie Yufei, looked at Wang Shumei and the others and said, "When she finishes painting, you can share."

He took out the things and didn't intend to take them back.

It can not only strengthen Lin Nianhe's relationship with others, but also avoid jealousy.

"Thank you Comrade Su!"

"Thank you, Brother Su."

"Woo... Nianhe, you can marry after the autumn harvest!"

Lin Nianhe looked at them in astonishment: "A box of peppermint ointment and you married me off?"

The girls: "That's right, you can repay your kindness and... anyway, you can kill two birds with one stone!"

Lin Nianhe: "If you have the ability, tell me what you omitted!"

"Hey, you can't say things that are not conducive to unity..."

Lin Nianhe glared at them, then turned to see Su Yuncheng's neck was red.

A cunning flashed in her eyes, she pinched the small tin box of mint cream, and said softly, "Brother Yun Cheng, can you apply the medicine for me? I'm not good at it."

Su Yuncheng choked suddenly, turned his head away and coughed continuously.

Wen Lan: "You can even treat a trauma as severe as Daxi, but you can't apply medicine to your hands and claws?"

Before Lin Nianhe could stare at her, the other girls quickly held her down, especially her mouth, covering several hands.

If it weren't for Sister Lan's tenacious vitality, she would have suffocated to death in the hot land of the Shili brigade today.

Su Yuncheng stopped coughing and turned his head, facing Lin Nianhe's smiling eyes.

He coughed twice, pretending to be calm, wiped his hands clean, took the peppermint ointment, picked up a little and applied it on Lin Nianhe's palm.

His brows were tightly furrowed, and his movements were very light, as if he was touching some rare treasure.

"Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore, it's cool."

"Tell me if it hurts."

"it is good."

On the side, Feng Wei looked at the two of them, the corners of his mouth twitching.

He remembered that once before, the sole of his foot was pierced by a dead tree branch, causing him to scream in pain. Brother Cheng directly stuffed his mouth with a towel, euphemistically saying: Don't affect the bandage by the hygienist.

now……

Feng Wei watched eagerly, and was wronged and became a fat man of two hundred and eight pounds.

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