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Lin Nianhe thought that eating this melon would be the end of it.

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I don't know who Su Yuncheng changed jobs with. He stopped collecting corn and transported corn cobs to the warehouse one after another.

About every 10 minutes, he will come to the warehouse to report.

It was the first time that Lin Nianhe missed Li Dahe so much.

Uncle captain, take care of him!Or take care of those two uncles and uncles who live in the melon field!

Lin Nianhe endured and endured, couldn't bear it anymore, grabbed the corner of Su Yuncheng's raincoat and asked, "Where's Uncle Captain?"

Su Yuncheng wiped off the rain on his face, and replied: "The road is muddy, the captain is old and his legs and feet are inconvenient, so I changed jobs with him, and he is harvesting corn now."

Lin Nianhe: "..."

What raves are you uttering?

Uncle captain's legs and feet are inconvenient?
Does Wang Dong, who was kicked by him from the beginning of the village to the end of the village, agree?
"Girl Lin, what Xiao Su said is right, your Uncle Li's legs won't walk when it rains."

"That's right, his old bone, can you still pay for it if you drop it?"

Lin Nianhe: "..."

Do you want to hear what you are saying?
Captain uncle still afraid of falling?

Will he be promised by the telephone pole that he climbs twice every day?

"Nianhe? Nianhe?"

The call from afar saved Lin Nianhe.

She followed the sound and saw two figures in raincoats supporting each other. They looked around and walked slowly towards the warehouse.

She quickly raised her hand: "Sister Lan! Sister Shumei! I'm here!"

Wen Lan and Wang Shumei turned their gaze away from the ditch on the side of the road, and saw that it was really Lin Nianhe, they quickly quickened their pace and trotted into the warehouse.

Before taking off the raincoat, Wen Lan and Wang Shumei grabbed Lin Nianhe's hand from left to right.

"Are you OK?"

"Why don't you go back, I thought something happened to you!"

Looking at the caring eyes of the little friend, and thinking about the actions of the two of them searching in the sewer just now...

Lin Nianhe: "Although I shouldn't, I still want to ask why you two looked into the gutter just now."

The so-called gutters are actually less than [-] centimeters wide at their widest point, and [-] centimeters at their deepest.

What kind of posture does she have to use to roll herself up and stuff it in!
Wang Shumei and Wen Lan looked at each other, both of them looked a little embarrassed.

Just as Wen Lan was about to speak, Wang Shumei covered her mouth.

She smiled at Lin Nianhe: "Nianhe, if you know you shouldn't ask, then don't ask."

Lin Nianhe: "..."

Today, her mother tongue is Speechless.

She suspected that she had a negative state of "rainy days must be unlucky", otherwise she really couldn't understand why she would be so miserable every rainy day.

Although Lin Nianhe didn't want to talk, someone else was willing to ask the reason for her.

Uncle Yin: "Why did you two come here?"

Uncle Yun: "What happened to the educated youth?"

Wang Shumei shook off the drops of water on her raincoat, and replied: "No, everyone is fine, but I haven't seen Nianhe come back, and I am afraid that something will happen to her on the way, Xiaolan and I will come out to look for it."

Lin Nianhe twisted the towel so hard that his joints turned white.

She couldn't help saying, "That's not the reason you two are looking for me in the gutter."

"Hey? Is this something we can't get over?" Wen Lan reached out and poked Lin Nianhe's forehead, "How about I fight with you?"

Lin Nianhe looked at her, and then at himself.

She frowned and said solemnly: "Sister Lan, what are you talking about? Is it time to care about personal gains and losses? Can't you see the wet corn in this field? The collective property may suffer losses, and you still have Mood fight?"

Wen Lan: "...!"

"Hezi! Just wait, I'll go back and get the towel!"

Sister Lan roared angrily, turned her head and rushed into the rain curtain.

Lin Nianhe breathed a sigh of relief.

so close.

Not long after, Wen Lan came over with a group of female educated youths, and even Sun Yafei was not left behind.

They each had a towel in their hands, as if they were going to the bathroom together.

There are more people, and the work is easier to do.

They were talking and laughing as they worked, seeing Uncle Guan's eyes were full of smiles, he was in high spirits, and told them the story of the Long March.

After a while, Principal Wu came with three children and a basket of steaming steamed buns.

"Good guy, white flour?" Uncle Guan looked at Principal Wu, "Xiao Wu, have you taken out all the white flour?"

Principal Wu smiled and said: "No, I still have more. My second sister's factory can't finish the Fuqiang powder, so she sent me two bags."

This is pure nonsense. President Wu's second sister is a worker in a textile factory, and most of the things that are distributed during the New Year's Eve are fabrics. At most, they can distribute ten catties of rice or flour throughout the year.

Uncle Guan didn't tell the truth, so he took a steamed bun and broke it open. Most of it was given to Accountant Zhao, and the other half was kept for himself.He stuffed a piece into each of the three children's mouths, and what finally fell into his own mouth was only a sip the size of a red date.

Principal Wu stood guard by the door, and when he saw someone coming to deliver corn, he asked them to bring some steamed buns, and the folks who worked in the field after eating also brought some over.

Time slipped by every minute and every second, but the heavy rain showed no sign of stopping.

Seeing that the sky was getting darker and darker, the warehouse ushered in the last batch of young people who delivered corn.

Li Xiaohai put down the pole, shook the water from his hair and said to Uncle Guan: "Uncle, my father said that he won't take it when it gets dark, and he told you to go back first."

Uncle Guan asked him, "What is your father doing?"

"He's leading people to dig the drainage canal." Li Xiaohai picked up the shovel by the wall, "We're going to go there too."

Uncle Guan instructed: "Look under your feet, don't fall into puddles."

"Hey! Uncle, go back!"

This night, the hustle and bustle of the Shili Brigade continued until midnight.

When Lin Nianhe returned to the hut, it was already twelve o'clock.

She only felt sore back and pain, and she didn't know whether it was because she had been bending over to work or because she had a cold.

She simply washed up, took her body temperature and took two cold medicines, then got into bed and fell into a deep sleep.

The sound of rain was making people flustered.

Early the next morning, Lin Nianhe opened his eyes.

The rain still didn't stop.

During breakfast, Sun Guanghui said that after yesterday's rush harvest, there is not much corn left in the field, and it is estimated that it will be harvested today.

This is the best news in a world of bad news.

Everyone was very motivated, put on their raincoats, took their tools and went out again.

"Lin Nianhe."

As soon as Lin Nianhe was discharged from the hospital, he was stopped.

She followed the sound and saw a woman in her thirties, not tall and very thin.

Lin Nianhe was sure that he had never seen her.

She frowned slightly and asked, "Who are you?"

"Sister Lirong asked me to bring you a few words." The woman said, glanced at the group of people behind her, pointed to the corner of the wall and said, "Let's talk over there."

Lin Nianhe raised his eyebrows.

"Okay."

She responded, but turned around and stretched out her hand to Wang Shumei, and handed her the towel in her hand: "Sister Shumei, help me get it, I'll come as soon as I go."

As she spoke, she hid her other hand in front of her body, and quickly gestured to Wang Shumei a few times.