A Time Travel Effort in the 70s

Shen Jiaren felt that she had not yet started to sleep. She had just dozed off for a while when she heard the scorer blowing the whistle to call people to work.

Shen Jiaren woke up from her sleep, sat there to relax for a while, and then followed the large group of people who stood up to work at the edge of the field and walked into their respective task fields.

Before Shen Jiaren reached the place where she had been cutting rice in the morning, she heard Zhang Aihua shouting at her, "Shen Zhiqing, you should continue to cut rice according to your ability in the afternoon. Don't be anxious. Be careful. These sickles have just been sharpened. If you accidentally hurt your legs or hands, it will be difficult to deal with. Be careful."

When Shen Jiaren heard Zhang Aihua's special instructions to her, she couldn't help but laugh and answered loudly, "I know, Aunt Aihua, don't worry, I will be careful."

Zhang Aihua saw that after Shen Jiaren answered her question, she bent down and continued to cut rice. She couldn't help but smile. She decided to go and help after her family finished cutting their own fields in the afternoon. After all, although he was an educated youth who went to the countryside and the savior of her family, he really looked like a child.

In fact, Shen Jiaren especially wanted to say a few more words of thanks, to thank Aunt Zhang Aihua, for her righteous words at noon, and for her concern just now.

But Shen Jiaren knew that she couldn't say anything more, because the aunt who came to gossip to them at noon was still next door. If she heard some of the things, she didn't know what kind of trouble she would cause. So she didn't say anything.

I plan to go and thank Aunt Aihua this afternoon or in the next few afternoons when I have time, because in just less than a day, she has felt the care of others several times, and this feeling is really good at the moment.

Shen Jiaren thought again that when she went to Aunt Zhang Aihua's house for dinner before, Goudan and Erya asked her to go over and help them with their homework if she had time. She could consider arranging this after the autumn harvest.

After all, people need to be grateful, and more importantly, understand that some relationships and some favors will become deeper if you give and take.

Shen Jiaren didn't dare to think about it too much. After all, the sickle was really sharp and she had to use it carefully. It would be really bad if something went wrong while she was distracted, after all, the pain would be on her own body.

After thinking about it, Shen Jiaren started to harvest rice diligently.

Maybe everyone had just finished their lunch break, or maybe everyone had just started harvesting rice in the afternoon. No sounds of talking or chatting could be heard around the entire task field. All you could hear was the "crunching" sound of harvesting rice and the constant chirping of birds around.

There really was no sound collector, and there was no concept of so-called white noise at that time. Otherwise, collecting this sound would be really good for helping you sleep at night.

The clouds in the sky slowly turned crimson, and the sun began to become shy.

When Shen Jiaren stood up to straighten her back and drink some water, she suddenly discovered that Aunt Xiao Zhou had finished harvesting the rice in her field and had started harvesting the field on her side.

What’s more important is that Shen Jiaren actually saw Uncle Liu Jun starting to cut the rice in the other direction of her mission rice field.

Shen Jiaren was very surprised, because everyone's task field was determined by drawing lots. If there was any change, both parties had to discuss it and register it with the team leader and the scorer.

In the morning, Uncle Liu Jun and Aunt Zhang Aihua were still working in the same task field. The key point was that Uncle Liu Jun occasionally carried rice to the wheat field of the brigade to record points. If he came to work on their side, how would he be given the work points?

After all, Shen Jiaren had just discussed with Aunt Xiao Zhouer in the morning how to cooperate on this task field and how to divide the work points between the two of them.

Now Uncle Liu Jun came here to harvest rice, but Aunt Aihua didn't communicate with him, let alone say hello to him. What's going on? ? Shen Jiaren was curious and had a lot of questions in her mind.

Shen Jiaren watched Uncle Liu Jun cutting rice non-stop. She was a little embarrassed to go up and ask directly, fearing that if she spoke loudly or in the wrong way, not only would she hurt Uncle Liu Jun and Aunt Aihua, but the gossipy people around them would also gossip about them or make fun of them. Gossip or jokes would be fine, but if she went to complain to the team leader Liu Dashan, it would be a waste of time.

Shen Jiaren was still thinking about how to start the conversation and how to break the awkward situation she felt at the moment, when she saw Aunt Zhou had already cut the row of wheat to her feet and whispered to her.

"Shen Zhiqing, Aunt Aihua just discussed with me secretly that when she is almost done with her work this afternoon, Uncle Liu Jun or Aunt Aihua will come over to help you harvest rice for a while and help you earn some work points to make your work points look better.

By the way, it also allows us to finish our work tasks earlier in the afternoon and go home earlier.

As for why it was Uncle Liu, it was probably because Uncle Liu was bundling the wheat and just cut a few times with the sickle. It wouldn't attract attention, so you don't have to say anything. Just know it. If you really have any objections, wait until you get off work in the afternoon and go talk to Aunt Aihua.

The reason I didn’t tell you was that Aunt Aihua and I ran into each other while harvesting wheat, and we exchanged a few words in a low voice. The reason I didn’t have time to tell you was that we ran into each other before we were harvesting wheat.”

After Shen Jiaren heard Auntie Xiao Zhou's answer, her face instantly turned red and she said, "I see, Auntie Xiao Zhou, thank you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Uncle Liu Jun start to bundle the wheat and prepare to carry the wheat to the threshing ground in front of the warehouse.

Shen Jiaren watched Uncle Liu Jun walking away with the wheat on his back, and suddenly felt that this figure really looked tall and safe, just like when she was a child, holding her mother's hand and watching her father's back as he went to get off work after he promised to bring her White Rabbit milk candies when he came home from work.

Shen Jiaren looked at the back and suddenly felt her eyes a little sore, an indescribable sore. Shen Jiaren thought about it and thought that it might be because she was too tired from cutting rice, and the sweat on her forehead dripped into her eyes.

Maybe it was really the case that there is strength in numbers, or maybe Shen Jiaren felt that she was gradually becoming more skilled at harvesting rice, so after a while, Shen Jiaren saw that there was only a little bit of rice left in the field where she and Aunt Zhou were working together.

After Shen Jiaren finished harvesting the rest of the rice, she looked up at the setting sun in the sky. Suddenly, she felt that the scenery she saw was the golden rice and rice stalks, the people returning home in groups of three or two, talking and laughing, the sound of people bending over to work in the fields, waving their sickles, and the golden sunset and the setting sun in the sky.

Shen Jiaren suddenly felt that this moment was so beautiful, so beautiful. Although she could not describe the feeling at this moment with limited words, she knew that the picture of this moment would linger in her mind for a long time.

Or maybe at some moment in the future, Shen Jiaren would also think of the times when there were people who helped her quarrel, people who helped her work silently, and people who discussed the autumn harvest with her, as well as her waist that could not be straightened and her arms that could not bend, and of course the fragrance of ripe rice and rice stalks that filled her nose.