Back to the era with space materials

Si Ningning followed the male educated youths with a sickle in her hand, and she had some thoughts in her heart.

After arriving at the wheat field, she separated from the male educated youths. She walked along the path to the narrow bridge. After stepping into the forest, she originally wanted to use the woods to cover her and enter the space like in the morning. But just when she was about to enter the space, she always felt that she was behind her.

There was a gaze staring at her.

Si Ningning turned around cautiously, but there was no one behind her.

Looking around, there is obviously no one. The feeling of being watched is very strong!

Could it be hidden somewhere in the woods?

Unconsciously, she recalled the scene in a novel about a female educated youth being dragged into the grass. Si Ningning's throat rolled, and she didn't dare to stay in the woods any longer, so she ran to the wheat field.

At one or two o'clock, when the sun was high, Si Ningning stood in the wheat field, holding his knees with his hands and panting. The feeling of being under everyone's eyes has never diminished.

She is in the light, and the other person is in the dark, and she is not sure whether the other person is good or evil, which is creepy and feels very bad.

Si Ningning glanced in the direction of the male educated youth and cut a portion of the wheat. The distance between them was about sixty meters, not too far...

If something happened, she would shout and everyone could hear it.

Si Ningning felt a little relieved and started to work in front of that sight.

She used a new sickle in the morning. The machine-made blade is very sharp. Even if she is not skilled in cutting wheat, her speed is guaranteed.

Now that people are watching her, Si Ningning can't get the sickle from space, so she can only use the old sickle from the production team.

There was no band-aid on the hand, and no gloves. The tender flesh was exposed where the blister had been broken, and it rubbed against the rough sickle handle. Within half an hour, obvious blood stains began to appear on the palm of the hand.

Originally, because of the sickle, the speed had dropped significantly, but now because of the hand problem, the pain was severe with the slightest exertion, and Si Ningning cut the wheat slower and slower.

If I hold on until work ends in the afternoon, let alone finish cutting one-third of the field, the wheat harvested in the entire afternoon is less than half of that in the morning.

Si Ningning held the sickle in reverse and rubbed the blood on the field ridge without feeling discouraged.

She tried her best.

The male educated youth had already entered the path and was about to walk back. Si Ningning looked around nervously and shouted: "Mo, Mo Bei, wait for me! I'll go with you!"

Mo Bei stood on the path, holding his lunch box and planning to drink the last sip of water. When he heard Si Ningning's unnatural voice, he was stunned for a moment.

Si Ningning ran towards the forest in a hurry.

Remembering what Si Ningning had said in the morning that there was a bridge in that area, Mo Bei didn't think much about it and drank water while waiting.

When someone ran in, he glanced at Si Ningning condescendingly and said in a cold voice, "What's the matter?"

"No, it's okay!" Si Ningning waved her hand, "I'm just a little scared of being alone and want to find a companion to go with."

His throat was dry from not drinking water all afternoon, and he was even more thirsty from running all the way. Si Ningning's voice was a little hoarse, but he spoke honestly and without any concealment.

And because he was holding the sickle in his left hand and waving it with his right hand, the blood was so dazzling that Mo Bei saw it at a glance, "Your hand..."

"Ah?" Si Ningning was at a loss for a moment, then she realized that she was embarrassed and shrank her hands behind her back, and laughed awkwardly: "It's hard to get used to holding a sickle for the first time, just get used to it."

That feeling of being watched is still there...

Si Ningning's crescent-shaped eyebrows furrowed briefly, and her eyes swept around her surroundings calmly. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary...

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