Chapter 409

Maybe God can't bear to see Zhou Jiao who has nothing to do to be carefree.

No, the notice clearly asked students Zhang Guoqing and Zhou Jiao to gather at the school on a certain day and at a certain time.

What are you concentrating on? Go down to the farm to dig river mud.

In early March, the snow in the Northeast just started to melt. Thinking of people digging river mud to accumulate fertilizer in such a season, Zhou Jiao was really drunk.

Facing Zhang Guoqing's worried eyes, she could only smile.

In the three years of high school, she took part in a few ideological classes, participated in two publicity activities, and did not participate in any labor activities. This time it has been related to personal files and future prospects. If she doesn't go, she has to go. It's better to be active.

Zhang Guoqing also knew that even the old headmaster let Zhou Jiao, who was defenseless, play, that was no longer an escape mission. But he understands the difficulty of the task better than Zhou Jiao.

The sky is freezing cold, the ice and snow have just melted, and the barren mountains and fields are uncovered. When a gust of wind blows over, it is no different from cutting a knife. Not to mention going down the river.

There was a shortage of fertilizers in previous years, and Father Zhang often took the three brothers to dig river mud to accumulate fertilizers, but it was not such an early season, and it would take another month. That meeting was fine except for the tiredness of carrying river mud.

Zhang Guoqing looked at the jade hand in his palm, and he could even imagine that it would be bloody. On such occasions, it is necessary to wear gloves differently, to be alone and free from the crowd. What made him even more helpless was that even the meals were served by the staff of the school cafeteria in person - even this point of retreat was blocked.

No matter how worried you are, the day is still here.

Early in the morning, I sent Ping An to Zhang Guofu's house and handed it over to Zhang's father and mother, and the couple rushed to the school to gather.

Zhang Guoqing, who had been qualified as the class monitor in the past, even though he retired because of self-study, did not delay his high popularity and everyone's obedience to him.

Zhou Jiao has always felt that some people are born with leadership skills. For example, Zhang Guoqing, who was born as an orphan in his previous life, had no one to train him at all. But his talent is as if he was born with it. He has been the class monitor from elementary school to university, and he was unanimously elected as the president of the student union in the university.

Seeing him being called over by the school teachers at this moment, she was not surprised at all. Watching him command with ease and hand over the task of carrying the banner to others. Let Zhou Jiao bow her head and smile.

All the teachers, students and school staff in the county sang songs and marched to the farm fifty miles away with flags raised.

The team started to rush all the way in the early morning and finally arrived at the farm at noon.

Under the arrangement of the old principal, before everyone had time to take a breather and take a break, they already had two corn and vegetable dumplings in their hands, and walked to the task place while eating - a river bank downstream.

In the upper and middle reaches of the tributaries of the entire big river, flags erected high on both sides of the river bank can be seen flying in the wind everywhere, and on the bottom bank of the river, people are already working in full swing.

In the downstream section, because the upper reaches have been dammed, and there are still people pumping water with water trucks in the middle reaches, it seems that there is no water at the bottom of the river except for a thin layer of ice.

After the flag representing the county high school was erected, the students were quickly assigned tasks by the head teachers of each class.

Seeing that Zhou Jiao was assigned to dig mud at the bottom of the river, Zhang Guoqing took the initiative to invite Ying to do the dredging. With myself around, I can look at my wife a little bit.

Zhou Jiao was wearing straw sandals, stepped on the river, and started hitting the river with stones. At first, she thought it was quite interesting. A thin layer of ice shatters as soon as it is smashed, and it dries up in a short while.

With Zhang Guoqing by her side, she was basically in the thin-edged area, but slowly, with the emergence of mud, her feet sank, and the straw sandals could no longer work. The bone-piercing cold penetrated from the soles of her feet to her whole body in bursts, making her shiver from time to time.

She clearly felt that the blood in her body had stopped flowing, and her feet had lost feeling. Taking another look at Zhao Yuanyuan who was barefoot, she took off her straw sandals and thick socks cruelly.

She winked at Zhang Guoqing, who was always paying attention to her. Now everyone is full of enthusiasm, everyone is afraid that they will lose to the other, and they work hard. She must not be caught up in the conversation.

Zhou Jiao dug the mud mechanically, and poured the mud into the bamboo basket one by one. After a long time, she began to sweat all over. A gust of wind blew over, shaking the spirit again and again.

Zhou Jiao didn't know how much she had done, but she only knew that even if Zhang Guoqing kept adding mud to her bamboo basket secretly, her speed still couldn't keep up with Zhao Yuanyuan and the others. Seeing the relaxed faces of the two students who were in charge of picking the bamboo baskets on her side, she knew that they were far behind everyone.

She didn't have time to envy Zhao Yuanyuan and the others, nor did she have time to listen to the voice on the radio. She took a deep breath, held back her energy, and wanted to speed up her movements quickly, but after a long time, she found that the structure of the shovel was really unreasonable, and it was dead heavy.

While Zhang Guoqing finished shoveling quickly, he saw that the classmate who picked up the bamboo basket hadn't come yet. He looked at Zhou Jiao with distress, and began to stuff the mud not far in front of her into the bamboo baskets of Zhao Yuanyuan and the others. Now he can't wait to shovel out the mud at the bottom of the river at once, so that his wife can go ashore as soon as possible.

What is Zhang Guoqing's biggest regret at the moment? That is, he himself is too relaxed, no different from playing, but it's a pity that he can't be busy on behalf of his wife.

Finally, the loudspeaker announced dinner, Zhou Jiao was so tired that she couldn't even pull her feet out, she relaxed her whole body, leaned on the shovel, looked up and down, she really wanted to cry. The women and men happily didn't go ashore, determined to finish the piece in front of them before eating.

Zhang Guoqing looked at her face smeared with mud, then looked at her eyes, bowed his head and smiled. Everyone is actively expressing themselves, and it is not easy for him to ask her to rest.

The head teacher came up personally and asked everyone to eat and continue, and finally let a group of students stop. This time Zhou Jiao was determined not to be the first one. She slowly pulled out her foot, slowly raised the shovel, and slowly shoveled up the mud and poured it on the bamboo basket. She was slowly dragged ashore by Zhao Yuanyuan when someone lifted her foot to carry her away.

Yes, it's pulling!

Zhou Jiao is very grateful to Zhao Yuanyuan at this moment, if it weren't for her stupid strength, she really wouldn't be able to get on the embankment. It would be a joke if we waited for Zhang Guoqing to pull her up.

For dinner, each person had three corn dumplings and a bowl of polenta, which already made everyone cheer happily. Zhou Jiao found out that another classmate left a vegetable dumpling in his pocket.

A large bowl of corn porridge came into the mouth with three vegetable dumplings, but Zhou Jiao didn't feel any taste. She suspects that her senses have been closed now, but why does the feeling of fatigue come immediately?

After Zhou Jiao finished eating, she didn't care whether the ground was unhygienic or whether it was too cold, so she leaned on the dirt wall, stretched her limbs and slumped on the ground. I secretly laughed at myself, any cleanliness is a fart in the cruel reality.

Zhao Yuanyuan took Zhou Jiao's straw sandals and compared them to her own, covering her mouth and grinning. She discovered that Zhou Jiao had a hobby, and she liked exquisite things. The straw sandals were probably woven by herself again. The hand is dexterous enough, but there is no strength. Finally, I won't be inferior to her in everything, and I always feel that I am too incompetent.

Zhou Jiao didn't know that her existence had hurt Zhao Yuanyuan's self-confidence. She is now thinking about how to spend the night? Would it not be worth the loss if you want to come to a fainting scene?