Quick Wear: Cousin, Come to the Bowl Quickly

Chapter 468: The Educated Youth Cousin in the Historical Literature (38)

The continuous rain curtain covered the village for three whole days. It was not until the early morning of the fourth day that the thick rain curtain gradually thinned out, and a few rays of sunlight leaked through the gaps in the clouds, as if poking a few transparent holes in the gray sky.

Team leader Zhao Youde, treading the muddy ridges, made a circuit of the fields, one foot deep, one foot shallow. Seeing the water rising to the point of nearly overflowing the ridges, the furrowed brows suddenly relaxed. With a wave of his hand, he joyfully issued the latest instructions to the commune members and educated youth who had been idle for three days: pull out the rice seedlings! Plant the fields!

The grain seeds were sown at the beginning of the month. The seedlings, which had been a little wilted by the scorching sun in the past few days, suddenly became lively again after being soaked in the rain for the past three days, and grew rapidly.

The nursery field is now lush green, the leaves of the seedlings are standing upright, the roots are firmly established, and when you pinch them with your fingers, you can find that the stems are firm and solid, which is a good sign for transplanting.

The educated youth had never planted rice seedlings before, so in order to prevent the seedlings from being wasted, all of them were called to the paddy fields that afternoon to receive temporary technical training.

"Look carefully, pinch the root of the vine with three fingers, and push it into the mud like this - try it."

Zhao Youde stood in the mud and personally demonstrated to the educated youth the tricks of planting rice. After the demonstration, he pointed and asked the educated youth standing closest to him to do it for him.

Lin Xi, who was called out by him, was in a daze. Before she could react, Zhao Xiaoyun behind her reached out and poked her. She shuddered and came back to her senses. She noticed that everyone's eyes were on her and her face immediately turned red.

"What are you dreaming of?" Zhao Youde saw her dazed look and glared at her with a droopy face. "Let me see you plant some rice seedlings."

"Oh, okay." Lin Xi was glared at by him, and her face immediately turned red as she stammered "okay". Then she took the seedlings from Zhao Youde, bent down and inserted them into the mud under her feet.

"Well, no..."

Seeing that she did as he said, Zhao Youde relaxed his brows and started to praise her. But before he could finish his words, he saw the seedling that Lin Xi had planted in the soil climb up at a speed visible to the naked eye. Finally, it pushed forward with force, tilted its body, and lay horizontally on the water.

Lin Xi: Σ(?д?|||)??

Zhao Youde: ...

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

The villagers standing on the edge of the field watching suddenly burst into laughter, and even many of the educated youth covered their mouths and laughed out loud.

Lin Xi, who was already blushing, felt as if her face was about to catch fire. She wished she could turn into a snail and burrow into the mud under her feet.

Zhao Youde closed his eyes and moved his lips twice, as if he wanted to curse someone, but he didn't say it out loud because he was worried about something.

Just when Lin Xi was feeling embarrassed and at a loss as to what to do, the water shook and a tall figure suddenly inserted itself between the two of them, blocking Lin Xi's body.

A white, slender hand gently picked up the seedling floating on the water and neatly inserted it back into the mud. The seedling stood upright with its leaves spread out, neither too deep nor too shallow.

"Captain, is that so?" Song Guanwen replanted the seedlings, raised his head, and looked at Zhao Youde calmly.

Zhao Youde glanced down at the seedling that was firmly rooted in the mud, his brows immediately relaxed a lot, and he subconsciously looked up at Lin Xi, wanting her to learn from him.

But although Song Guanwen was thin, he had a big frame and blocked the person completely. He could only give up and nodded to Song Guanwen.

"Yes, that's right. About the length of a finger. Don't make it too deep, or the seedlings will sink into the mud and rot. Don't make it too shallow, or the seedlings will float away, and then there'll be no one to clean up your mess..."

After being interrupted by Song Guanwen, the educated youth who were originally laughing and joking were immediately diverted. They picked up the seedlings in their hands and began to measure their lengths, each of them extremely serious.

After confirming that all the educated youth had learned and passed the test one by one, Zhao Youde was kind enough to let go of the educated youth who had been tormented by him and had different expressions on their faces.

"I know you've been resting for three days and your bones are tired. Go back today and clean up well, get enough rest, and come early tomorrow." Zhao Youde stood on the edge of the field, shook off the mud on his hands, and instructed the educated youth and the members who were standing aside watching the show.

Although his words were not very pleasant, he was strict in managing people, assigned tasks accurately, and did things in an organized manner. Although the members were often scolded, they all obeyed him. So when they heard what he said, they laughed and joked as usual, then patted their buttocks and prepared to leave in twos and threes.

"Xiao Song, please stay for a moment. I have something to tell you."

Song Guanwen had just washed the mud off his legs, put on his shoes and was about to go back with the other educated youth when he suddenly heard Zhao Youde's voice behind him. He stopped and turned to look at Zhao Youde with some confusion, wanting to confirm whether he was calling him.

"What are you hesitating about? Are there any other people with the surname Song among you educated youth?"

Seeing that he was standing there without moving, Zhao Youde frowned and wiped the water on his hands on the back of his clothes with some impatience. He waved to Song Guanwen and then walked towards the big willow tree beside the ridge of the field.

"What did he ask you to do?" Li Bin, who was walking beside him, nudged him with his elbow and asked in a low voice.

"I don't know." Song Guanwen shook his head. Obviously, he didn't know why Zhao Youde called him.

"He's not scolding you, is he? After all, you've been lying on the kang for more than half a month." Seeing Song Guanwen shaking his head, Li Bin guessed with a wink.

Song Guanwen twitched his lips, but deep down he didn't think Zhao Youde would scold him for this, so he shrugged noncommittally and said, "We'll know when the time comes."

Under the big willow tree, Zhao Youde sat down on his cloth shoes, took out a pack of tobacco leaves wrapped in oil paper from his pocket, and rolled it up slowly.

"Captain." Song Guanwen walked up to him and called out.

"Sit down." Zhao Youde nodded at him and motioned him to sit down next to him.

"You say it, I'll just stand." Song Guanwen was a bit of a germaphobe. Under the roots of the willow tree was either the soil soaked by rain or the grass leaves still with water droplets. He shook his head slightly to indicate that he didn't need it.

Only then did Zhao Youde notice that there was indeed no place for Song Guanwen to sit here. Fortunately, he only had a few words to say, so he nodded and did not insist.

Song Guanwen waited quietly for Zhao Youde to finish rolling the tobacco leaves slowly, then took out his pipe and lit it, without a trace of impatience on his face.

Zhao Youde lit the tobacco leaf and took a deep drag. Then he looked at Song Guanwen who was waiting quietly on the side. He couldn't help but secretly praise him in his heart, "As expected of someone who has studied in the city, he is more patient than those young boys in the village."

"How are you feeling?" Zhao Youde took two puffs of his pipe, exhaled a puff of white smoke, and asked.