Back to the era with space materials

The cicadas kept shouting "vvvv", while Si Ningning concentrated on chopping bamboo, and the sounds of "duangduangduang" and woodpeckers pecking wood in the mountains echoed each other. It was like a competition, and no one wanted to stop first.

It wasn't until two "beep" whistles came from the direction of the production team that Si Ningning stopped, put a piece of bamboo he had just cut down into the space, found the towel that had been marked previously, took it off, and followed him into the space.

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There were piles of bamboos forming a hill in the open space. It looked like there were a lot of bamboos, but in fact there were only 26. Si Ningning deliberately counted them when he was chopping them down.

Si Ningning opened a bottle of chilled Centennial Mountain and drank a few sips.

The water was iced before, because the "freshness preservation" of the space was strong. She had taken it out of the refrigerator before, preparing to drink it when she was thirsty while working.

There were others in the refrigerator, which were basically full of them, and the bottle in her hand was just one of them.

After quenching his thirst and heat, he screwed the lid on and placed it on the table. Si Ningning carried the dirty towel to the bathroom.

After washing his hands, face and towel, he put the towel between his face and neck, put on his gloves, and then Si Ningning left the space and walked towards the area he was responsible for.

Si Ningning met other members working on the road and called them one by one. Although he didn't know each other, the older ones called them grandparents, the middle-aged ones called uncles and aunts, and those who were about the same age just nodded to each other.

We all belong to the same production team, and although we don’t expect others to take care of us, if something happens, the only ones who can help the educated youth first are these people in the team.

Si Ningning found the field at the end of the morning along the ridge of the field, got into the corn field and walked a few steps in. Taking advantage of the cover, he took out a hoe and started working. He worked for about forty minutes, and the corn stalks shook behind him.

Looking back, I saw, as expected, it was the boy named He Gu from the morning.

Hegu met Si Ningning's eyes through the cracks in the corn leaves. He lowered his head and felt a little embarrassed, "I went to bed at noon and slept through it."

As he spoke, he knelt down and dug his fingers into the soil to pull out weeds just like Sanya did in the morning.

Si Ningning wiped the sweat off his forehead and smiled helplessly, "On such a hot day, you came here just to help me work? Aren't your parents worried about you?"

In fact, what Si Ningning was thinking was: If your parents knew that you were working for others, would they really not pull your ears or slap you?

I felt that it was a bit inappropriate to say this, so I changed my words.

"I don't have parents, only my eldest brother and sister."

"Um..." Si Ningning was stuck for a moment and awkwardly changed the subject, "How about staying at home on such a hot day? If not, you can just go and play with the little bald guys in the village! And if your brother and sister can't find you, they will definitely not be able to find you.

Will be worried."

Hegu's pale eyebrows wrinkled, and his bloodless lips also pursed, refusing to answer.

Si Ningning withdrew her gaze, held the hoe while working, and kept mumbling: "Comrade Hegu, it is very impolite to remain silent when others are asking questions. Well... Anyway, no one

I will like rude children~"

He Gu was silent for a moment and said bluntly: "I don't want to answer your question."

"..." Si Ningning was speechless for a while.

Well, this is also one of the answers.

Who let the words come out of her mouth?

"Why are you looking for me?"

"You are clean, I want to play with you."

There's that word again.

Si Ningning asked in confusion: "What do you mean when you say clean?"

Digression:

This book has just been published for half a month, and it already has 80,000 words, which is really a lot! I will try my best to update it, please be merciful. If you think this book is not bad, can you give it five stars? Don't give low scores randomly...

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Please! A low score will not have the effect of urging revision, it will only make the author so decadent that he does not want to write. (humble)