As night fell, Song Juan went to bed early.

At this moment, there is no electricity in Banpo Village. Even in Qiaojia Town, only the commune is connected to the line. As for other places, there is no electricity.

Work at sunrise and rest at sunset.

This is a lifestyle Song Juan has never experienced before.

In the hot summer, nights without air conditioning are really painful.

And this mosquito net is a relatively thick gauze net, so its air permeability should not be too poor.

If you don't hang a mosquito net, you can enjoy the night breeze that occasionally blows from the window, but if you don't hang a mosquito net, you have to feed the mosquitoes.

The lesser of two evils!

Song Juan didn't know when she fell asleep. When she woke up, it was already three o'clock in the morning and the sky was bright.

Song Laifu and Li Guilan were no longer at home, but went to work in the mountains.

Although with the filial piety of his sons, he could live a comfortable life without having to earn work points, the second elder was obviously someone who couldn't sit idle, and his energy in doing farm work was much better than that of many young people in the village.

Song Juan, on the other hand, has always been a freeloader.

"This is breaking away from the masses!"

Song Juan finally knew why her predecessor was still being talked about even though she had been dead for many years.

Life is too comfortable, but the ending is tragic. It is a classic negative teaching material.

However, Song Juan didn't plan to change anything.

Her predecessor was a delicate one, unable to lift with her hands or carry on her shoulders. Song Juan was the same way. She grew up in the city and had only seen farm work in books and movies. If she really wanted to do it, she would definitely do it.

It's about making a fool of yourself.

After getting dressed and getting up, Song Juan saw the breakfast left for her by Li Guilan in the pot in the kitchen.

An egg, a bowl of millet porridge, and a pancake with white flour.

The pickles made at home are placed in a bowl next to the stove.

Song Juan ate the bowl of millet porridge with pickles and she was almost full.

The eggs and white flour pancakes are still in the pot.

When she went out to see her two old hens, there were wild vegetables mixed with wheat bran in the trough, so Song Juan stopped caring about the two old hens.

The two old hens at home are still very diligent in laying eggs, basically every day.

However, it's not time yet.

As for the two little pigs being fed in the pigpen to the east of Old Song's house, Song Juan went to take a look and saw that the stone trough was clean, so she found a sickle and carried a basket on her back, ready to cut some pigs.

Grass comes back.

Cutting pigweed is something that my predecessor would occasionally do.

It's just that every time it's just a formality.

Others cut down solid hogweed and carried baskets of it, while the previous ones were filled with fluffy hogweed. The rest of the time was spent getting some flowers and grass on the mountain.

In the yard of the old Song family, there was a special corner that was used by the predecessor to plant flowers.

Any wild camellias, wild lilies, skullcaps, etc. that my predecessor thought looked good would be brought back and planted.

In other families, if their children did this, they would have been slapped with gold bars. But in the old Song family, no one cared about it.

Song Juan was carrying a backpack. As soon as she went out, she met Zhao Meilan who was also carrying a backpack.

"Juan'er!"

Zhao Meilan caught up from behind.

Song Juan glanced back at her former best friend, who was obviously deliberately creating a chance encounter, and said angrily: "What are you doing?"

"Juan'er, are you still angry with me?"

When Zhao Meilan saw this, she immediately showed an aggrieved expression.

Song Juan snorted and didn't answer.

She has integrated the memories of her predecessor, so how could she not know what Zhao Meilan was planning?

In the past, when my predecessor came out, he would always bring something delicious.

Zhao Meilan can naturally gain some benefits from her predecessor.

But Song Juan is not the predecessor. Although she was taught by her parents not to break up with Zhao Meilan, she will no longer bring food to Zhao Meilan.

Seeing that Song Juan ignored her, Zhao Meilan was not discouraged and continued to walk with Song Juan.

And just when the two of them turned to the embankment of the reservoir behind the village, Zhao Meilan suddenly lowered her voice and shouted: "Juan'er, look, Wang Zhenhua!"

Song Juan heard Zhao Meilan's words and followed her gaze.

As far as the eye can see, there is a boy with a slender figure, wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, army green trousers, and his hair is combed meticulously.

He has a square face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, fair complexion, and a pair of black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose.

I have to say that Wang Zhenhua’s appearance is really not bad.

At least, in the aesthetics of this era, Wang Zhenhua's appearance is quite good. Paired with that pair of glasses, he has a proper intellectual image.

Seeing her predecessor thinking about Wang Zhenhua, Song Juan could finally understand why her predecessor lost her mind.

It's a pity that Song Juan is not the predecessor.

Her aesthetics are very different from those of this era.

Anyway, a square face like Wang Zhenhua is not her cup of tea.

I don’t know what that landlord boy Xie Wenyi looks like.

Song Juan suddenly wanted to see the male protagonist who became her predecessor's husband in the plot.

Of course, she was just curious and did not have any special thoughts about Xie Wenyi.

In fact, even if Xie Wenyi is destined to be rich in the future, Song Juan will not go to Xie Wenyi.

Xie Wenyi's life experience destined Song Juan to have no intersection with him.

Besides, with Song Juan's time-travel background, it is certain that she will make money in the future. Even if she cannot become rich, she will definitely be able to make enough money.

After all, Song Juan has never been a person who enjoys herself.

She is more accustomed to lying flat on her back.

struggle?

Haha, even if you work hard all your life, you won't be able to create any great feats that benefit mankind. Since you are just a worthless person, then don't say that the world is still uncertain and that you and I are both dark horses.

Poisonous chicken soup should be reserved for ambitious people!

Song Juan glanced at Wang Zhenhua and stopped paying attention.

"Juan'er, what's wrong with you?"

"That's Wang Zhenhua, you used to..."

"Zhao Meilan, don't talk nonsense here, I tell you, spreading rumors is against the law!"

Song Juan felt that her predecessor was a man with a big head.

With Wang Zhenhua's body, he can't carry it on his shoulders or lift it with his hands. The work points he earns in a day are probably not even comparable to those of the women in the village.

For people like this, when the work points are settled at the end of the year, they may not even earn enough for their own food rations.

Such a man, to put it bluntly, is just an embroidered pillow.

"Juan'er, do you dislike Wang Zhenhua?"

"I don't even know him!"

Song Juan snorted again and stared at Zhao Meilan with a stern expression, "Zhao Meilan, if you mention this person's name in front of me again, we will really break off our friendship!"

After speaking, Song Juan walked quickly.

She just said yesterday that she has grown up, and she must show off her performance today. And this performance starts with cutting the pigweed.

She wants to cut a basket full of pigweed!

Zhao Meilan watched Song Juan walk away, raising the corners of her mouth.

Although I don't know why Song Juan said this, for Zhao Meilan, as long as Song Juan doesn't miss Wang Zhenhua, then she and Wang Zhenhua are the best match in Banpo Village.

Although there are also female educated youths in the educated youth area, none of those female educated youths look as good as her!

While Zhao Meilan hurriedly chased Song Juan, she was already thinking about how to get closer to Wang Zhenhua. But he found out clearly that Wang Zhenhua was from a big city.

Judging from Wang Zhenhua’s clothes, Wang Zhenhua’s home is definitely not bad.
Chapter completed!