A soft-waisted educated youth has sex with a loyal dog and a rough guy in the 1960s

Chapter 77 Cotton Field

Lu Miao wanted to go to the cotton field. What she wanted was not just the "ease". She had at least done the weeding work before, so she could get used to it more quickly.

After He Hongjin finished explaining, he left in a hurry.

The educated youths were disbanded and left to do whatever they were supposed to do.

The sky was getting darker and darker, and Chen Miaomiao came back after lunch.

After the last fight, Chen Miaomiao was in an awkward situation at the educated youth camp. Others ignored her, so Geng Xiaoyun slept in the same room with her, and the relationship became slightly relaxed. He Hongjin's arrangement was also relayed to her by Geng Xiaoyun.

"That's all it is. Anyway, we can all go to the team to get the scythe together tomorrow morning."

"Oh." Chen Miaomiao licked her lips and responded coldly, "I understand, thank you."

After the team finished work, Chen Miaomiao went to the lake again. Now her feet were stepping on the green mud, and in her hands was the same as before, holding a large parcel wrapped in lotus leaves. She had obviously come back from the lake. .

Geng Xiaoyun glanced at it and asked casually:
"What's going on? You picked lotus pods again? Didn't you eat the ones you picked last time? What are you doing picking them?"

"Ah, haha... I just love eating this. I'll pick more while I still have time. I won't be able to care about it when I get busy later."

Chen Miaomiao responded abruptly, holding the lotus leaf parcel to avoid Geng Xiaoyun, and rushed straight to the room with her head buried in the air.

Geng Xiaoyun was puzzled, but he also noticed Chen Miaomiao's coldness and perfunctoryness, so he stopped approaching Chen Miaomiao.

When he got up early the next day to go to work, Lu Miao went out to pour face wash. When Chen Miaomiao came back from outside, she still had a lotus leaf package in her arms. She had obviously gone to pick lotus pods again.

Lu Miao and Chen Miaomiao couldn't get along. She never cared about Chen Miaomiao's affairs, but this time her mouth reacted faster than her brain. When she realized it, she had already blurted out:

"You pick so many lotus pods every day, can you eat them all?"

There’s no way to keep it fresh, so if it’s piled up when you can’t eat it, won’t it get moldy?
"This has nothing to do with you?"

As if on guard against thieves, Chen Miaomiao turned the lotus leaf bag to one side with a hum, "There are so many lotus pods in the lake that anyone who wants to eat them can pick them. If you want to eat them, go and eat them yourself. Don't stare at me." "

Chen Miaomiao strode into the room, while Lu Miao stood there, stunned, speechless and incomprehensible, her face wrinkled, losing control of her expression.

How serious is this delusion of persecution?

Who is staring at her lotus pods?

Lu Miao rolled her eyes unbearably, and Ren Bingxin in the room urged her to shout:

"Okay, Miaomiao, we have to go early so that we can pick out some convenient farm tools first."

"Okay, here we come!"

Lu Miao responded and quickly entered the house.

The cotton seedlings in mid-June have already bloomed and scattered leaves. They are waist-high and easy to identify.

The old farmer took Lu Miao along the field ridge for a while to identify, and then Lu Miao started to work on his own.

Lu Miao looked at it while working. The cotton seedlings in the field were growing densely, and small flower buds had already grown on many branches. Counting the time, he would be able to pick cotton in about a month.Lu Miao was still perseverant. When she was thirsty, she would pick up the bamboo cup at her waist to drink water. When she was tired, she would squat down and hide under the cotton to get some shade and rest for a while. For half a morning, her work efficiency was no better than that of the cotton next door. How much slower are the old crops in the field?

However, as time passed and approached noon, the sun became more and more fierce, and the number of times she squatted down to rest increased significantly. After several times, when she squatted down to rest again, she wiped away the sweat stains on her forehead and chin, and she couldn't help but think about it. Some opportunistic ideas.

No matter what he thought, Lu Miao did what he did after he had rested.

She changed from standing at the beginning to squatting. She crouched down and passed through the drainage ditch in the middle, flipping the hoe on both sides.

Although the progress was slow, the grass in the ridges on the left and right sides could be removed in one breath, and the skin was not hurt by the sun.

The cotton branches and leaves were so dense that it was difficult for Lu Miao to move around inside because of the wide brim of his hat. Thinking that the sun would not shine anyway, he simply took off his hat and threw it outside the field, planning to pick it up when he went back after finishing his work.

She thought very well and was attentive to her work. While her efficiency improved, some details were subtly ignored until the back of her neck felt cold. When she lowered her head and was busy, something came from the back of her neck. Slip into clothes.

At first he didn't take it seriously, but later he felt an itch on his back. Lu Miao raised her face and scratched impatiently.

With this movement, the clothes on his back became loose, and a foreign body sensation slid straight from the itchy area to the lower back. He thought it was dead branches and leaves on the cotton stalks that had slipped into the clothes. Lu Miao thought that it would be nothing if he scratched it and took it out. , but after scratching it twice, she suddenly realized something was wrong.

Not to mention dead leaves, even fresh leaves, even if they were scratched twice or even rubbed hard, they wouldn't feel sticky... She didn't use much force when scratching, no matter how thin or tender the skin was. As for scratches and bleeding, right?

The more she thought about it, the weirder Lu Miao felt. She slowly pulled her hand back to check. When she saw what was on her fingertips, her pupils trembled violently and she shivered. The sweat all over her body turned cold.

"what--"

With a scream, several pheasants flew out of the cotton field with a "cluck".

At the same time, many old and new straw hat tops appeared in the dense cotton fields nearby. "What's wrong with this?"

"What's wrong? Who is it?"

"What's going on? Could it be that he was bitten by a snake?"

"What's so scary about snakes? We don't have any venomous snakes here."

The old farmers working nearby were randomly scanning the surrounding fields, trying to see where the movement was.

"That's what we say, but we locals know that, the same cannot be said for educated youths from outside. They are all from the city, and they may not even know what a snake looks like!"

There was a burst of laughter among the ridges.

He Hongjin was also working nearby. Listening to the chatter around him, he thrust the shovel he was using to clean the drainage ditch into the soil surface and said in a loud voice:
"Have you finished all the work in hand? Have you saved enough work points this year? Do you want to build a melon shed for you so that you can sit down and eat and chat slowly?"

"..."

The chatter around them suddenly fell silent. The heads that had just popped out to look around were buried again one by one, and those with their backs to the sky and their faces to the loess continued to work.

He Hongjin's dark face wrinkled deeply with heat, and he wiped his sweat. He took off his straw hat and used it as a fan in his hand. He glanced at a piece of land not far away with worried eyes.

Sure enough, the female educated youth he was least optimistic about was already standing on the edge of the field. He didn't know what happened to her hand. At this moment, she just put it there with a grimace on her face and shook it hard, wishing she could chop it off. .

(End of this chapter)