Quick Travel Plane Development Notes

Because the Daping Slope is not the lowest place, the road leading to the back mountain is divided into two branches. One goes down to the foot of the back mountain, and the other goes up to the inside of the back mountain.

When you reach the intersection, you can see large tracts of farmland.

The village is located on a flat slope with high terrain, and almost all farmland is within sight.

The farmland is also not on the same slope, but each flat slope has a large area and is not considered terraced fields.

Most of the fields are corn, and the other half are soybeans and sweet potatoes. It's the time when corn ears are sprouting and soybeans are blooming and forming pods. The main work in the fields these days is fertilizing, weeding, and insecticides for corn and soybeans.

The weather has been good this year, and the corn is growing well. The varieties grown here are of high-pole variety, and when you enter the corn field, you can't see anyone from the outside.

The west end of the village is close to the mountains, and the south side of the road is the edge of the fields.

Zihua stood at the intersection and looked at the cornfield in front of her.

The original owner did not come to the fields often. Before the accident, he lived in a junior high school in the town. He was not very old and did little work in the fields. After the accident, he was unable to do the work in the fields due to physical reasons. Therefore, he had memories of farming. General and trivial.

Now that she had made up her mind to farm in the future, Zihua observed it carefully for a while.

She stands high and can see far away, and people in the distance can also see her.

Jiang Jing, who was hoeing in the bean field, waved the hoe reluctantly. She didn't want to do it, but if she didn't do it, the village would say that she was not a serious worker.

She was only fourteen or fifteen years old at that time, so she shouldn't have to work in the fields as much as she should. It’s not like I’ve never been to the ground, right?

She would not say it out loud if she felt angry.

It took her three years to change the way people in the village viewed her and earn a good reputation, so she couldn't let her efforts go to waste.

Comrade Jiang Jing, you are tired. You go and rest for a while. I will help you with the remaining work.

The speaker was Yuan Hongwei, who was assigned to a few rows next to Jiang Jing.

Yuan Hongwei is not tall and has an ordinary appearance. Like everyone else here, he is tanned.

Jiang Jing had already seen Yuan Hongwei leaning towards her. Seeing him saying that he wanted to help, she was very happy, but she said, How can that be done? I have to do my own thing, how can I ask Comrade Yuan to help me.

Yuan Hongwei looked at Jiang Jing's rosy and pretty face, and her mind became even hotter, Comrades should help each other. I think Comrade Jiang Jing can't finish the work by herself, so she should help.

Jiang Jing pretended to hesitate for a moment and accepted helplessly, Okay then. Thank you, Comrade Yuan, I'm just going to drink some water.

You're welcome. Comrade Jiang Jing went to drink water and rest under the tree. I can finish hoeing this small amount of land in a while. After Yuan Hongwei finished speaking, he raised the hoe and started working.

Jiang Jing lowered her head and walked under the tree at the end of the field. No one saw the disdain on her lowered face.

She knew immediately what Yuan Hongwei meant. He was attracted to her and wanted to pursue her. Although Yuan Hongwei is an educated youth from the city, it is said that his family is not well off at all and he only relies on his father's salary as a worker to support his family of six.

Yuan Hongwei has been in Weijiagou for seven or eight years. In the past, someone in the village wanted to marry him, but he didn't agree. He just wanted to return to the city.

Now that there is no hope of returning to the city, he is already twenty-six years old, and he wants to settle down in Weijiagou, so the idea is made to her.

Putting aside his family conditions, he really dares to think about his indescribable appearance.

Jiang Jing walked under the tree, picked up the green iron kettle hanging on the branch, unscrewed the lid, took a few sips slowly, and looked around.

I saw Xie Huai, another educated youth working in the field a little further away. Compared with Yuan Hongwei's appearance, Xie Huai was the best-looking among the educated youth, even Dong Anguo couldn't compare.

Jiang Jing snorted inwardly, wasn't it just because she came from a big city that she looked down on her from the countryside?

As if sensing something, Xie Huai glanced at Jiang Jing, and when he saw Jiang Jing, he looked away.

Jiang Jing felt a little proud. Didn't you always avoid her before? Why don't you avoid her now? It's because she has become prettier, men are like this, they all judge people by their appearance.

Don't avoid her anymore? She was still avoiding him.

Jiang Jing's face turned to the other side.

When I turned around, I saw Yuhua standing leisurely at the west end of the village.

Wei Xingxi!

Jiang Jing's mood suddenly worsened.

She gritted her back teeth. This sick seedling can still come out, why not stay sick until death!

The good reputation she had managed to accumulate was ruined a lot by Wei Xingxi that day.

She remembered this grudge.

She didn't dare to go out for the past two days. When she met people when she went out, they would ask her what was going on with Dong Anguo. She swore to people several times before people believed that she and Dong Anguo were really okay.

Thinking that there was no possibility of Dong Anguo and Wei Xingxi getting married, she felt a little happy again. After all, Wei Xingxi lost Dong Anguo, a good family member. Damn it!

Zihua also saw Jiang Jing in the distance.

Jiang Jing is so easy to identify.

The other women who worked all wrapped themselves up tightly, wearing long clothes and long trousers, and tried their best to cover their entire heads and faces with scarves, leaving only two eyes exposed.

Not Jiang Jing. Although she was wearing long clothes and trousers, her head and face were completely exposed. Her fair skin was exposed to the sun and looked very pink and delicate.

Although they are not close, it is still possible to briefly use some mental energy to explore.

With her thoughts moving, her mental power penetrated Jiang Jing's inner being.

It’s interesting, Jiang Jing’s soul is not original.

Zi Hua didn't look much, and her spiritual power was instantly withdrawn. She determined that the source of the spiritual energy was Jiang Jing, and accidentally discovered that there was something wrong with Jiang Jing's soul.

What is the specific problem? It won't be too late to check after her health recovers.

She smiled at Jiang Jing consciously, turned around and turned to the road to the foot of the mountain.

Looking at the near and the far away, Yuhua walked for nearly 20 minutes before arriving at the place where the villagers often cut pigweed.

The barren grassland at the foot of the mountain is very large, with many rocks and unevenness. If it cannot be cultivated into fields, it becomes a slope of weeds.

The laughter of children can be heard from afar.

Several boys and girls aged seven or eight to eleven or twelve were playing around, some were squatting and mowing the grass, and some children were looking for something, picking up and down in the dense grass.

The place is big enough for six or seven children to sprinkle in it, as if a few beans had been sprinkled in it.

Xi Hua searched and found Wei Xingyu whose head was covered by deep grass.

Wei Xingyu belongs to squatting and mowing grass, and the back basket next to her is already filled with more than half of the grass.

Xingyu.

Wei Xingyu looked up and saw Yu Hua, she stood up in surprise, Sister, why are you here?

Yu Hua said, I'll take you home.

Wei Xingyu looked at the half-full pannier in embarrassment, I haven't cut it all yet...

The work points for cutting pigweed are calculated according to the amount of pigweed delivered, and the more you cut, the more you count.