Chapter 8: Don't Beat the Educated Youth
"Is it a question of whether I'm tired or not? It's a question of disgusting. It's stinky milk..." Wang Ling vomited when she thought of that scene.

"Luo Ya, you don't want to pick up manure, do you?" Even Han Shengyang was no longer calm.

Looking at the fair and tender little girl with a serious face in horror, it is really hard to connect the little girl with carrying manure.

"What?!!!" Wang Ling shouted in horror.

"It would be so smelly. If you go to pick up manure, I don't want to live in the same room with you, and I don't want to eat the food you cook." Wang Ling's voice was filled with tears.

Who in the family understands! I went there just for her face, because I thought Luo Ya was pretty and not as pretentious as Lin Ping. I thought she was a delicate girl, but who knew she was so fierce and wanted to pick up manure.

"Wang Ling, how can you exclude your comrades? I will join you in excluding them." Li Dongcao joked with a smile.

Then the two of them looked at Luo Ya eagerly.

Luo Ya: "..."

"I just want to ask, why are you two still stressed out?" Luo Ya said dryly, then lowered her head to work.

In fact, there is nothing wrong with carrying manure. If it is not tiring and the work points are high, then there is nothing wrong with it. It doesn't matter if it is a little smelly.

Back then, resources were scarce and the body could not get enough protein, so the base even came up with the idea of ​​raising maggots and adding them to food, and everyone was scrambling to eat them.

Of course, I haven't fallen to the point of snatching maggots for food, but I have raised maggots before, so I don't really mind it.

But my roommate minds, and it doesn’t seem to be a good idea.

"Work, work, work hard and you won't starve to death." Wang Ling didn't want to continue this interesting topic, and hurriedly started to peel corn. Her speed and movements revealed her ruthlessness.

Luo Ya: "..."

After two hours of hard work, they had already peeled one third of the corn and started packing them into bags. The first two bags were packed by five people together, followed by Luo Ya and three others, while Han Shengyang and Sun Yaowu carried the bags out.

The ox cart was parked outside the cornfield. As soon as the cart was full, Yang Shengli would drive the ox cart back to the drying field to unload it.

Although carrying corn out seems simple, not everyone can do it.

First of all, a sack of corn must weigh at least 100 kilograms, and the sack is not very thick. The weather is hot and everyone wears thin coats, so the corn hurts the skin. Another thing is that you need to pull onions in dry land and lift the corn onto your shoulders, which requires strength, but mainly depends on your waist strength.

It took Han Shengyang three years to achieve this, so Sun Yaowu naturally couldn't do it.

"Half squat, I'll help you put it on my shoulders. When you go out later, be careful of your step and don't fall." Han Shengyang whispered to Sun Yaowu.

With the help of Han Shengyang, Sun Yaowu easily carried the corn onto his shoulders and walked out with a grin on his face.

After Sun Yaowei left, Han Shengyang swiftly carried the bag of corn onto his shoulders with quick and steady steps.

"Brother Yang is so awesome." Li Dongcao couldn't help but exclaimed as he watched Han Shengyang's actions.

Luo Ya took a glance and continued with her work, thinking it was nothing.

"Brother Yang is the only big brother in our educated youth site." Wang Ling said with pride in her eyes.

Over there, Wang Liming attracted everyone's attention.

The reason was that Wang Liming couldn't lift the bag of corn at all, so Zhao Qiang also helped to lift the bag of corn. After all, everyone had been doing this for a long time.

But no one expected that Wang Liming was so useless that he was crushed to the ground by a bag of corn. If it was flat ground, it would be fine, but there were corn stubbles underneath. If they were to be removed, he would be useless even if he didn't die.

Zhao Qiang immediately grabbed Wang Liming's collar, and Yang Lan also pulled Wang Liming's arm with all her strength.

Although the man still fell down, he avoided the corn stubble on the ground.

The final result was that his clothes were torn, his neck was covered with blood, his arm was scratched by Yang Lan's nails, his waist was sprained, and he didn't dare to move. He knelt there and wailed. "I want to go home, I want to go home, I don't want to stay in this broken place anymore."

Yang Lan and Zhao Qiang fell to the ground with cold sweat all over their backs, but they did not dare to touch Wang Liming for fear of causing secondary injuries.

"Uncle San, come here and take a look at Wang Zhiqing." Yang Shengli was also frightened, and hurriedly called an uncle in the village who knew massage to come and take a look at Wang Liming.

The noisy crowd didn't pay any attention to a young man riding a bicycle with a large luggage on the back slowly approaching.

With a searching look, he scanned everything in the field.

I didn't find the target person, but I noticed a group of people who were making a lot of noise. I immediately dropped my bicycle and luggage and rushed into the crowd.

One push, two squeeze, three move forward, and you will successfully squeeze to the center of the crowd.

"What's wrong? Is he paralyzed?" Wang Liming looked at the wailing Wang with deep interest in his eyes and a hint of joy in his voice.

Although everyone was watching the fun, no one dared to say it so bluntly, and for a moment everyone looked up at him.

Hearing the familiar voice, Yang Shengli's eyes immediately locked onto Zhou Jun, "What are you doing here?" If he was not far away, he would have slapped him twice to vent his anger.

"He just stretched his waist. It's no big deal. Come and carry him out. I'll give him a massage. He'll have to lie down for at least three days." Uncle Yang Dahe said in a deep voice.

"Zhou Jun, come here and carry the people." Yang Shengli ordered without thinking.

"Uncle, my luggage is still on the ground." Zhou Jun was not willing to carry Wang Liming on his back. He felt annoyed just by looking at this kid. It was already a favor to him by not kicking him twice. Now he still carried him on his back. Why didn't he just fly up to the sky?

"Uncle Yang, let me carry Wang Liming." Zhao Qiang also knew Zhou Jun.

It should be said that everyone in the county is familiar with Zhou Jun. He is a ruffian and even the dogs in the village would tuck their tails between their legs when they hear his voice.

Yang Shengli acquiesced, and followed the people around him to lend a hand, helping Wang Liming to lie on Zhao Qiang's back, and waved his hand for the villagers to continue working.

"What are you doing here?" Yang Shengli glanced at the bags at the bottom, and suddenly a bad feeling arose in his heart.

"I'm here to support rural construction. I'm a new educated youth who has received new ideas and new education. Of course I have to respond to the policies. Captain Yang, please take care of me in the days to come." Zhou Jun said seriously.

His eyes were still on Yang Shengli's feet, ready to run away as soon as his uncle raised his leg.

"Say it again, what are you doing here?!" Yang Shengli looked at Zhou Jun in shock, feeling his heart pounding, and touched the cigarette holder at his waist.

Even though it wasn't lit, I still put it in my mouth and smacked it twice to calm myself down.

"Uncle, I'm here as an educated youth, you can't beat them." The moment Yang Shengli picked up the pipe, Zhou Jun took a big step back and said defensively.

Yang Shengli "..."

(End of this chapter)

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