Poor little thing is eating melons and watching the drama in the period literature

"It depends on the situation. You don't need to capture Su Nianru's plot specifically because the novel is written from her perspective. As for Ji Baishu, it's because he was holding the host very close to you just now, so I had the opportunity to capture the story in his aura."

“Does each halo have its own story?”

"Yes, the same story can be interpreted differently from different perspectives."

Yu Qingtang understood and asked Jin Guagua: "Then is there any reward for saving a poor guy like Ji Baishu?"

"No, Ji Baishu is the male protagonist. If he changes his fate, he will be targeted by the consciousness of the novel world that has not yet dissipated. Please be cautious, host."

Yu Qingtang blinked: "Novel world consciousness?"

"Each world has its own consciousness. After the world merges, the consciousness of these small worlds will slowly dissipate. Normal novel world consciousness allows the characters in the world to develop themselves, but there are also some stubborn ones that will manipulate the behavior of the characters in the world."

"Su Nianru's behavior was also controlled?"

"Su Nianru's story begins after she is reborn, but rebirth does not improve one's intelligence or character. Overall, her actions are from the heart."

Yu Qingtang felt confused: "So what if I just watch Ji Baishu suffer and have his life controlled by him?"

The other party just saved me out of kindness.

Although she doesn't need to.

But this shows that Ji Baishu is a really good person.

Jin Guagua also felt it was a pity: "Ji Baishu is a rare pure white person. It's a bit unmatched to meet Su Nianru. The age of consciousness in this novel world should be very young."

"Does the world consciousness of novels have age definitions?"

"A mature novel world consciousness would definitely not choose these two people as a pair of male and female protagonists. Su Nianru's male protagonist is more suitable for a crazy love-struck dog brain, rather than someone like Ji Baishu who looks bright at first glance."

Yu Qingtang found the thought this way actually quite exciting.

"The rebirth of the evil girl and the crazy little licker are too good to be true."

Yu Qingtang put the pheasant into the space, then went back to the main group to hand in thirty kilograms of pig feed. He watched the scorekeeper add three centimeters after his name in the small notebook before he took the backpack to the warehouse and returned it to the administrator.

The person who managed the warehouse was an old lady with a straight figure. Her surname was Li and everyone called her Grandma Li San. All her family members were killed when the Japanese invaded the village.

She later followed the Eighth Route Army to fight the Japanese invaders, and only returned to her hometown to retire when she was old.

She may be old but her heart is young. She couldn't stay idle at home and insisted that the team leader assign her some work. The team leader had no choice but to arrange for her to look after the warehouse.

It is easy to look after the warehouse on a normal day. I just need to open the door in the morning and check whether all the farm tools are put away after work.

But during the autumn harvest, the harvested grain would be stored in several other warehouses, and the old lady definitely couldn't look after it alone, so the team leader arranged all the older men and women in the team to come over.

They were not idle either. The harvested corn had to be shelled and then dried in the sun. The same went for peanuts and soybeans. A group of people gathered together to shell corn and chat.

An old lady couldn't help curling her lips when she saw Yu Qingtang finish work so early. She wanted to say something but was stopped by a look from Grandma Li San. Yu Qingtang didn't see it and just left.

After a while, Qin Qianqian, who still had some red rashes on her face, came to put away her sickle. She was assigned to cut soybeans today, but she couldn't stand squatting any longer, so she left early.

The pouting old lady rolled her eyes at her delicate appearance. Qin Qianqian saw it but didn't have the energy to pay attention.

After a while, Wang Shuangyan and Su Nianru, who were also assigned to harvest soybeans, came over one after another.

The old lady couldn't help it this time, and threw the corn cob in her hand: "Are they here to work in the countryside or to enjoy life as a rich lady? One or two of them have already run back before the end of the work. I think the team leader shouldn't give them food. They will only know how to work after they go hungry for a few meals."

Su Nianru knew that the old lady was a well-known shrew in the team. She didn't want to get entangled with her and just pretended not to hear her.

The old woman said more excitedly: "Women, you should eat less and work more. No man will want you if you are so lazy."

If the team leader had not lent all the grain to these educated youth, their family would not have to sell grain at high prices during the autumn harvest.

How could Mrs. Li San not know the troubles in their family, and she did not give her a good look at the moment.

"Lizhu family, why is there not enough food in your house and you still need people to complain? If you want to blame someone, you can only blame yourselves and your relationship with those educated youth."

The pouting old lady's surname is Zhang. Her husband is called Li Lizhu. He is from the same clan as Grandma Li San but is younger than her. After being scolded by Grandma Li San, Old Lady Zhang dared not say a word.

Seeing that Old Lady Zhang was suppressed, Su Nianru didn't care anymore. They were outsiders and if they argued too much with the team members, they would offend the captain.

Yu Qingtang returned to the backyard of the educated youth center and quickly boiled water to scald the chicken feathers before anyone else came back. Just as she finished processing the pheasant, she heard the sound of the door opening next door.

“I still don’t want to fry it.”

Put the chopped chicken into a casserole and simmer it with water, while Yu Qingtang sat by the fire pit and peeled chestnuts.

The chestnuts had been boiled in boiling water beforehand so they were easy to peel. After white steam came out of the small holes on the casserole lid accompanied by the aroma of chicken, Yu Qingtang poured the peeled chestnuts into the casserole.

Yu Qingtang was already sweating profusely as he stood guard by the fire pit in the hot summer. He simmered the rice and annealed it, leaving only the completely burnt wood. While Yu Qingxu was not back yet, Yu Qingtang closed the door and entered the space to take a cold shower.

There is no sewage circulation in the space, so Yu Qingtang has to take out the water and pour it out after taking a shower.

There are ditches dug around the eaves of the houses they live in, so it is very convenient to pour sewage directly into the ditches.

When Yu Qingtang was pouring water, all the workers had returned from work.

Yu Qingxu arrived a little later. As soon as he entered the room, he said to Yu Qingtang mysteriously, "Sister, guess who I saw in the cowshed?"

"The little boy we rescued last time."

Yu Qingxu was startled: "You went to the cowshed?"

Yu Qingtang touched his nose and said, "No, I just saw it from a distance when I was passing by."

Yu Qingxu didn't believe her words: "Sister, although he is very pitiful, the current social situation is serious. We must be careful in what we do, otherwise we may be the ones to live in the cowshed."

Yu Qingtang nodded carefully: "Don't worry, I know this."

Because of this incident, the two of them lost their appetite for chicken. After they finished eating, Yu Qingxu finally realized what was going on and asked, "Sister, where did you get this chicken?"

Yu Qingtang would never tell him that he went out specifically to chase the chickens.

"I was walking on the road and this pheasant flew over my head, and I reached out and caught it."

Yu Qingxu looked like he was kidding me.

Yu Qingtang looked at him with sincere eyes.

Believe me, it's true.