Siheyuan: tomb robbing? I am serious about hunting.

He wanted to satisfy his desire to drive a tractor. But his skills were not very good. When he drove the tractor, he always drove it crookedly. Last year, due to improper operation, he knocked down the team's corn bin and the corn inside was scattered all over the ground. He was severely scolded by the team leader Li Jianguo for three days and was punished to work for an extra half month. When Lin Xiaoju saw that it was Wang Dazhuang driving the tractor, her heart suddenly skipped a beat. He was a "greenhorn". He learned to drive a tractor from a master in the town last year. Since then, he has been thinking about the tractor of the production team every day. He wanted to drive the tractor out for a walk when he had nothing to do. After saying that, Widow Zhang hurried to the team headquarters with the package on her shoulder. Wang Dazhuang looked at Widow Zhang's back, breathed a sigh of relief, and a layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead. He turned around, looked at Lin Xiaoju gratefully, and said sincerely: "Sister Xiaoju, thank you so much for today. If you hadn't helped me out, I wouldn't be able to explain myself today. Sister Zhang would definitely think that I stole the brown sugar cake, and then I would be wronged." Lin Xiaoju waved her hand, picked up the hoe on the ground, and said with a smile: "It's okay, we are all from the same village, and we should help each other. But brother Dazhuang, you have to practice your tractor skills well. You almost knocked me into the wheat field just now. Look at my clothes, they are all covered with mud. "I'll have to wash it all off when I get home. What a hassle." Wang Dazhuang scratched his head sheepishly and chuckled. "I understand, Xiaoju. I'll definitely practice my skills in the future and make sure this doesn't happen again. I'll drive the tractor to the team's fields first. You slowly plow the soil. If you need any help, just call me." Lin Xiaoju nodded. "Okay, go ahead." Wang Dazhuang drove the tractor slowly away. The rumbling sound of the tractor grew farther and farther, gradually disappearing at the end of the ridge. Lin Xiaoju looked at Wang Dazhuang's back and couldn't help laughing. She felt that although Wang Dazhuang's skills were a little lacking, he was still a very down-to-earth person. She picked up the hoe and prepared to start plowing the soil. But after taking two steps, she felt like she had stepped on something soft and round. Puzzled, Lin Xiaoju squatted down, pushed aside the straw and soil under her feet, and her eyes widened instantly. Hidden in the wheat field was a clutch of pheasant eggs, five in all, each one a pristine white, lying in the dirt! The eggs were smaller than those laid by her own chickens, but rounder and smoother. Lin Xiaoju carefully picked them up and held them in her hands, overjoyed. This was truly an unexpected bonus! She'd been hoping to finish the till quickly and collect the urea reward from the team, but she'd unexpectedly found a clutch of pheasant eggs in the wheat field. That evening, she'd go home and make a perfect pheasant egg soup for her mother and brother to nourish them. Lin Xiaoju carefully pocketed the eggs, afraid to break them, then picked up her hoe and began to plow the soil with great energy. The morning sun gradually rose, casting a shadow over the ridges, the lush green wheat fields, and Lin Xiaoju's busy figure. As she plowed the soil, she hummed a little tune, feeling happy and content, convinced that today was truly a wonderful day. She rewrapped the package, slinging it over her arm. She said to Wang Dazhuang and Lin Xiaoju, "I'll go mail it first. Thank you! Without you, I don't know where my package would have ended up." Lin Xiaoju carefully tucked the nest of pheasant eggs into her cloth pocket. Her fingertips felt the smooth warmth of the eggshells, and her heart felt like a small heater, a warm comfort. She hummed the village song "In the Fields of Hope," the latest in popularity. Her tune drifted off, yet her joy was undeniable. Bending down, she picked up the hoe from the ground. The wooden handle felt especially comfortable in her hand. She rolled up her sleeves, put on an air of enthusiasm, and headed towards her family's contracted land. The sun was already high in the sky, its golden rays streaming down the ridges, drying most of the dew. The air was filled with the pungent smell of earth and the sweet fragrance of green grass. Lin Xiaoju swung her hoe, and with a "whoosh!" the tip dug firmly into the earth. With another firm pry, a large clump of soil, thick with grass roots, was turned over, its surface glistening in the sunlight. She was known for her skillful work, the muscles in her arms bulging slightly from the exertion. Fine beads of sweat soon formed on her forehead, trickling down her cheeks. She didn't bother to wipe them, only occasionally wiping them with her sleeve before continuing to plow the soil. The soil was a bit compacted, requiring considerable effort, but Lin Xiaoju felt no fatigue. The thought of the two kilograms of urea she'd receive as a reward from the team, plus the five pheasant eggs in her pocket, meant she could make a delicious pot of pheasant egg soup for her mother and brother that evening, gave her endless energy. As the hoe rose and fell, the clods of earth in the field were broken up and evened out, gradually softening and smoothing the once bare ground. Before she knew it, half an hour had passed, and Lin Xiaoju had already plowed half an acre of land. She straightened up and stretched, her bones cracking twice, and a pain instantly spread throughout her body. She found a shaded spot under a tree by the edge of the field, put down her hoe, and sat down to catch her breath. She pulled out the sweet potatoes her mother had prepared for her that morning. The potatoes were cold, but still sweet. She gnawed them, gazing at the fields in the distance, her heart filled with contentment. Just then, the sound of crunching footsteps, accompanied by the rich smell of soap, reached her. Lin Xiaoju looked up and saw Liu Ersao, a woman from the village, walking towards them, carrying a bamboo basket, twisting her waist and staggering with every step. Liu Ersao was wearing a washed-out floral shirt with the collar neatly turned up. Her hair was tied back with a red plastic hair tie, and the ends were lightly oiled, making it shiny. The bamboo basket in her hand was covered with a piece of blue homespun cloth. When she walked, the basket swayed back and forth, and the things inside made slight collision sounds from time to time. Liu Ersao was a well-known "gossip" in the village. If a couple had a quarrel, if a child failed the exam, or if a hen laid fewer eggs, as long as it passed her eyes, it would spread throughout the entire Lijia Village in less than half a day, and the news would be exaggerated and made to sound very convincing. Many people in the village were afraid to deal with her, for fear that her family affairs would be spread. Liu Ersao saw Lin Xiaoju sitting under the shade of a tree from a distance. Her eyes lit up, she quickened her pace, and walked over with a smile: "Xiaoju, you came to plow the soil so early? You look so energetic, like you have been injected with chicken blood. Are you here for the two kilograms of urea rewarded by the team?" When she spoke, there was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, but there was a bit of inquiry in her eyes. Lin Xiaoju nodded, took a bite of the sweet potato, and said vaguely