Rong Qian went back with a bamboo water cup. When someone asked her, she asked Master Yan San to help her. The others did not find anything strange, so Gong Sitian looked at her more and said that she would also ask Master Yan San to help her make one.

Rong Qian was a little worried when she heard this, and she didn't know if Gong Sitian knew that she didn't go to Master Yan San to do something irritating.

But after thinking about it, I felt that I didn’t have to be so full of soldiers. If Yan Lang knew about it, he would definitely be impatient.

Rong Qian paused to hang the water tube, lowered her eyes and hung it on the wooden nails on the wall of her own bunk, then retracted into the wrapped quilt, closed her eyes quietly preparing to go to bed.

However, my stomach felt full that I had been missing for a long time. It seemed that because I had food in my stomach, my whole body was warm, and there was a scent of mint in my mouth. The feeling from various parts of my body made Rong Qian unable to think of Yan Lang.

Rong Qian worked hard for a while, finally raised her eyes in a disgust and looked up at the water tube hanging on the wall above her head.

It is said that I can’t see clearly. After all, everyone has made up the lamp oil from the educated youth, and they need to be used for saving money. Even when I was eating and talking in the kitchen, I borrowed the fire from the stove to make do. Last night, because Rong Qian and the others had just arrived, they wanted to hold a welcome symposium for them, and then the kerosene lamp was lit.

Although the purpose is all dark, Rong Qian can clearly know where the water can hang and what is on it.

The bamboo tube is made of old bamboo roots, with yellowed skin and a lid that just stuck in to ensure that the water will not be poured out easily. There were holes on both ears and tied lanyards. They were ground into the inside and out, revealing a clean bamboo layer with bamboo fragrance.

Wu Zhiqing just told her that Master Yan San liked her very much, otherwise he would not have been so exquisite and beautiful. After all, he was helping. Master Yan San was also a rural old man, and generally more practical in helping others make things.

Rong Qian knew that this should have been done by Yan Lang herself. Although she had a bad temper, she did not have the shortcomings of lying and cheating. I don’t know if she was doing this for her when she ran away in the afternoon after she got angry.

Rong Qian is not the kind of person who is ignorant and knows nothing. She repeatedly rejected Yan Lang's kindness before, but she felt that she could not accept his things. Who knew that she would still accept so much after pushing and pushing.

I don’t know what that guy means, do you like her?

Suddenly thinking of this, Rong Qian's face burned into pieces in the darkness.

Rong Qian withdrew her gaze and pulled the cold quilt and covered half of her face in. Her heart was so complicated that she couldn't tell the difference. On the one hand, she was delighted and spitted on her frivolousness and injustice. She even thought of such words.

Rong Qian was right. Yan Lang ran away in anger in the afternoon, but when he was walking on the road, he looked at the golden silk grass covered inside, and couldn't help but think of Rong Qian bent down to help him sort out the basket.

Yan Lang felt annoyed and felt that he had not considered it well for others. After all, Rong Qian had just come from the north alone, and she could be said to be unfamiliar with the place and was not familiar with him. He just rushed to speak and deliver things, but it was normal for others not to accept it.

But I thought it was because I figured it out, and I felt uncomfortable. Yan Lang was in a bad mood and lost his face to avoid other members who were still working in the field, and took a small path and went home.

There was no one at home at this moment. Yan Lang was used to it, so he threw the basket into the kitchen, turned back to the main hall and hung a kettle on the wall. Suddenly he thought that Rong Qian had no kettle.

Yan Lang stood in a kettle with great grudge and stared at the kettle for a long time, turned around and picked up the fattest pheasant and stuffed it into the basket, and carried it to his grandfather's house for half an afternoon, and grandma stood on a crutch to get food for Yan Lang.

The eldest aunt came back to cook early. When she saw Yan Lang bringing a whole pheasant over, she was so happy that she smiled. She went into the house and grabbed a few pieces of peanut candy for Yan Lang to eat.

Yan Lang really doesn't like eating candy, but when he thought of something, Yan Lang went to his grandma's house to flip out a piece of oil paper with desserts and put the candy in his pocket.

However, Yan Lang did not give Rong Qian to the evening, and gave Rong Qian a few fruit candy that his mother stuffed him in the morning.

Peanut candy is not easy to store and the smell is still strong. If you take Rong Qian, you will definitely not accept it. Even if you force her to take it, her rat courage will be afraid. Yan Lang felt that it would be boring if that would happen.

When Yan Lang was having a meal, he used an enamel tank to quietly touched the food and scoop rice. Zhang Damei, who was already angry with her daughter, pretended not to see it. After Yan Lang returned, she quietly washed the enamel tank and chopsticks and put it back in the kitchen. The three of them didn't ask him where he had just gone.

Yan Lang felt it was a little strange, but he didn't think much about it. He was still excited now. He went to the kitchen to take hot water and wash it, then retracted back to his room, savoring the excitement.

Yan Lang couldn't say what he was doing to be excited, so he held the things to give to others. After that, he was still stupid and happy. Yan Lang thought for a while, but he fell asleep in a daze and couldn't even come up with it. Anyway, he was always floating in his dreams.

When I woke up the next morning, I felt that I was quite stupid last night. Since I was happy and didn’t harm others, I just did it. Isn’t it okay to think so much?

Yan Lang didn't run to the town in the next few days, and seemed to be interested in going up the mountains and down the river to eat. He either made some fish or some pheasants and hares every day.

But I got the fish once, and it was probably because the fields were too cold. In fact, Yan Lang suddenly remembered that the fish tasted too strong, so he didn't get it. He planned to roast Rong Qian during the day and eat it.

Yan Lang and his team have won a lot of acres of sugarcane planting tasks. In the next few days, all the members of the production team will be busy cutting back the sugarcane. In December, Shu will almost enter the winter rainy stage, and the drizzle can last half a month or even more than a month.

What is most afraid of is this thing, which is easy to rot, but also affects sugar.

Several new educated youth also ended the "novice teaching stage" and began to work hard with everyone.

The male comrades wanted to chop sugarcane and carry sugarcane, and they all took it back and stored it in a pit covered with mud and sand. The female comrades needed to shave the sugarcane leaves first. Those who had to be packed and fed cows and fish were all good things.

Although this job is easy and effortless, it is actually very uncomfortable. Yan Lang and others plant green-skinned sugarcane with high hardness but high sugar content. The leaves are long and thin hairs. When you pick the leaves with your hands, you will be scratched when you don’t pay attention. Many people come out of the sugarcane forest, with blood marks on their faces, and red marks will also appear in areas where the skin is not scratched.

"Hu Lan, don't pick up sugarcane leaves tomorrow, just stay outside to help tie sugarcane. One day, it will be on weekends at school. Xiao Liu will probably come here at that time."

Xiao Liu is the object of Yan Hulan's discussion. He teaches in a village primary school. He heard that he is preparing to go to the town primary school in 2009, but he doesn't know if it will succeed.

The whole family had dinner together in the evening. After Zhang Damei finished eating, she started to find a basket of sleeves, picked out two pairs of useful sleeves from it, and also found a large mask. When Yan Lang was still in school in the town, he saw Zhang Damei and Yan Hulan scratching their faces, and he pinched the needle and thread and made it for them both.

Of course, the one Yan Lang did must have been dismantled and remade by Zhang Damei, who was diligent in tact, but Zhang Damei still regarded it as her younger son who made it for her.

Every year when you shave wheat, rice, and shave sugarcane leaves, Zhang Damei and Yan Hulan will wear this. The village conditions are a little more relaxed and can find a piece of cloth, and they have learned to do it. It is said that all doctors in the city have to wear this for surgery, which is so rare.

When Yan Lang heard this, he hurriedly asked his father, "Dad, everyone will go to the sugarcane forest tomorrow?"

Yan Lang didn't pay attention to his question, and Zhang Damei and Yan Hulan exchanged a look in tacit understanding, holding back their laughter and saying nothing.

Yan Quankui glanced at his stupid son and coughed twice, "Well, I heard from the radio on the brigade that it will rain next week, so I have to collect sugarcane and send it to the city sugar factory. In addition, I have discussed the fish in the reservoir with the captains of several other teams. I will get a batch of canning plants in the city before the New Year, and then the dividends from the orchard will be paid."

After the last batch of oranges in the orchard was harvested, the harvest of their sixth brigade in the year was over. We can calculate it in one go and pay dividends to everyone.

Sugar cane is the collective economic income of a team, and it is also given by itself. It is usually a tractor to borrow from the commune. Yan Lang and his team used to send it to Yan Quankui and his eldest son, but later Yan Quankui and Yan Lang gave it to him.

Although the reservoir is just above their Xiran Village, it is not them. But now several teams are together. So whether it is water to irrigate the farmland in spring and summer or fishing in winter to exchange money, the team leaders will have to meet and hold a meeting.

In fact, the so-called meeting is actually a appointment, then stand or squat, smoke a cigarette and talk, and the meeting is over.

Yan Quankui glanced at the thoughtful young son, then glanced at the old lady who pretended not to hear anything, and said casually, "Hu Lan, tomorrow we will arrange the two new female educated youths to bring one and the other to your uncle to take. This is the first time I have done this job, so they can't peel the sugarcane."

Because it will take a while, the sugarcane leaves should not be peeled too hard. It is best to break them with your fingers along the lines at the roots of the leaves and remove the leaves that are branched out.

This is too easy for people who are used to farm work, but Yan Quankui dared not relax at all for the city dolls he had never met before. It is normal for such arrangements.

Yan Lang didn't say anything, and the next day he followed his mother and said he wanted to help her carry a basket. "Anyway, I'm fine. Today I'm going to go to Wushan to see if I can get something. My uncle said that my cousin and the cousin of Heaven are going to come back from school and let us go for dinner."

After saying that, Yan Lang carried the large backpack that Zhang Damei wanted to bring, and then shook the medium backpack that he was carrying in his hand as if he was decent, indicating that he had put everything he needed in.

Zhang Damei glanced at him with a funny look, and did not deliberately make people funny, so she went to the sunbath with Yan Hulan.

Yan Lang was asked all the way along with the basket, why did he suddenly follow him? Could it be that he wanted to earn work points?

Yan Lang took out that set of words, and everyone smiled and praised Yan Lang for being filial and distressed as a mother.

Li Jianjun, Zhao Hongjun and Gong Sitian, who were listening next to him, looked at each other, and Zhao Hongjun even muttered in a low voice, "Just Yan Lang is so lazy, are you still filial to your parents?"

Aren’t those villagers really talking and mocking people? But when they both looked at the villagers and Zhang Damei, they were smiling harmoniously. Are they all so good at acting and keeping their true emotions in their hearts?

Rong Qian walked behind with Wu Xianfang and several other gentle-minded educated youths, and casually said how long it would take to pay dividends for the New Year to write letters to their families.

When Rong Qian heard someone mention Yan Lang's name in front of him, she keenly caught it. When she looked up, she looked over several groups of people and looked forward. Sure enough, she saw Yan Lang carrying a big basket in her hand.

It just so happened that Yan Lang was also taking three steps and looking back at the rhythm, and Rong Qian's eyes passed through the crowd and collided with the air.

Rong Qian pursed her lips and lowered her eyes. Yan Lang withdrew her gaze, and smiled on her face, and she no longer looked back.

The author has something to say: Yan Hulan: Mom, I'm right, I'm just a stubborn bull. He will take him to the other side, and he will go there without caring about it. If we don't care about it, he will go there happily.

Zhang Damei: My daughter is still smart. We have to have a lot of contact with Rong Zhiqing, and I think it's pretty good.

Yan Quankui looked at his stupid son who was still hiding and thought he was hiding well, sighed in melancholy and continued to watch quietly
Chapter completed!