Diary of the Army in the 1970s
Diary of the Army in the 1970s Chapter 16.2

If they didn’t work this hard, a sudden rain could ruin most of the year’s hard work.

Besides, everyone was waiting for the food to be distributed.

It was nearly seven o’clock, and the sky was bright.

Dewdrops hung on the grass beside the courtyard, dripping to the ground with the morning wind.

The leaves of the paulownia tree fell in the wind.

As the saying goes, autumn is known by a leaf, and the withered yellow leaves indicated that autumn had arrived.

“Knock knock—”

The sound of gongs echoed through the village, and Wen Jiajia, who lived at the head of the village, could also hear the rustling sound coming from the commune’s radio.

After a while, the song started playing on time.

“The East is Red, the sun rises…”

Wen Jiajia knew it was seven o’clock.

She carried a straw hat on her back, hung a towel around her neck, put on her labor protection gloves, carried her large water bottle, took her rice bowl, and walked energetically to the village.

Hum! If you don’t go to the cafeteria, you don’t go to the cafeteria.

Resourceful bloggers can live anywhere.

Wen Jiajia was assigned to the rice field at the entrance of the village, and her task for the day was to cut more than half an acre of rice.

This task was quite easy for people in the village who were used to farm work, but for a rookie like Wen Jiajia, it was very arduous.

She looked at the large rice fields, and her hope dwindled. Fortunately, she didn’t have to be responsible for the threshing; otherwise, it would be even more daunting.

“Whew!”

Wen Jiajia exhaled a long breath, rubbed her hands, bent down, and began to work.

She had cut paddies before, so she wasn’t entirely unskilled, but she wasn’t very proficient either. At first, she stumbled, but after half an hour, she gradually found her rhythm.

In Wen Jiajia’s view, there was no more grueling profession in this world than that of a farmer.

Even if she was wearing labor protection gloves and had been working for half a morning in a row, the palms of her hands were still hot. If she continued, her palms would either wear out or blister.

Of course, it was very likely that the blistering would come first, then the skin would break, and she would end up with none of them escaping.

Then there was the back pain and the pain in her heels, as if they had been smashed by a hammer. She felt that after a few autumn harvests at most, she would suffer a back injury and fall ill.

As the sun grew hotter, Wen Jiajia put on her straw hat.

During the autumn harvest, all men and women in the brigade, young and old, except for children under the age of six and the elderly over sixty, as well as the sick and logisticians, were forced to go down to the fields, including the few lazy men accustomed to opportunistic tricks.

Even the students and teachers in the school had to participate in the autumn harvest together.

When Wen Jiajia stood up with difficulty and walked to rest under the tree on the ridge, she could see that the vast field was full of people.

Like conscientious ants, they were stockpiling food for themselves for the winter.

Was she tired? Tired.

But everyone was just as tired.

Perseverance and hard work. She seemed to see the most vivid scene of those eight words.

She drank water and leaned against the trunk of the tree, letting the sweat flow into her clothes.

The towel couldn’t handle such a strong amount of sweat, and she needed to drink water to avoid dehydration.

By the end of the morning, Wen Jiajia had drunk all the water and cut two-thirds of the rice.

Before she could go to the cafeteria to eat, she also needed to move all the cut rice to the open field.

After the rice was cut, a piece of land would be vacated, and in the afternoon, a threshing bucket would be placed on the ground, and the team would arrange for someone to thresh the rice.

“Jiajia, let’s go eat!” The aunt in the field next door shouted, “If you go late, the meals will be gone.”

Yes!

Wen Jiajia didn’t bother stacking the rice neatly and hurried to the canteen with her precious kettle and rice bowl.

The cafeteria was next to the brigade headquarters, and it took five or six minutes to walk.

Wen Jiajia met many people on the way, and there was no doubt that the kettle she carried in her hand was the most eye-catching.

An aunt asked, “Jiajia, where did you buy this kettle? It seems to hold a lot.” She had seen it some time ago but heard that Jiajia stepped on the spot every day when she went to and from work and never went to the old camphor tree to chat with the villagers, so she couldn’t ask.

Wen Jiajia, tired and rubbing her arm, replied, “The kettle, I bought it when I was in the county seat.”

She also had another one at home, synthesized during this time, and she was tempted to make a move.

It was a pity that this aunt just asked and didn’t seem to want to buy it.

However, the educated youth who followed behind took a few more glances at the kettle, as she hadn’t seen this style of kettle in the county supply and marketing cooperative.

Wen Jiajia noticed her gaze, looked back, and then continued walking.

That’s why it was so hard for her to sell synthetics; they didn’t have the same style as those on the market today! At least not in the county.

Even the thickness of the pot was different from those sold by the county supply and marketing cooperative, which she had only recently discovered.

Therefore, Wen Jiajia guessed there was another use for the synthesis system that she had not yet discovered and needed to continue researching.

The cafeteria arrived quickly.

The area of the canteen was not small, and it could even set dozens of large round tables.

Wen Jiajia took a closer look and found several large wooden basins next to the cooking area, full of vegetables.

What’s going on today?

Boiled cabbage in water, stewed tofu with mixed fish, and stir-fried vegetables with chili peppers.

As for the staple food, it was sweet potatoes and rice.

Not to mention, there was still a lot of rice. A person like Wen Jiajia, who takes 5 points, could get half a bowl of rice and two sweet potatoes.

Even if the dishes were simple, they were better than what ordinary people ate daily. At least Wen Jiajia could easily eat tofu.

After finishing her meal, Wen Jiajia chose to go home to eat.

Along with her, there were also educated youths, while the rest of the villagers stayed in the canteen.

Educated youths had always been loners, so when they saw Wen Jiajia also returning home, they were a little surprised.

“Is she Sister Wen Qun’s sister?” Some educated youths asked.

“Yes.” Chen Qianyue replied, with pity in her eyes, “Their family is so pitiful. Fortunately, she came, so Chun’er and Xuanxuan have an aunt. Otherwise, the two sisters wouldn’t know what to do.”

“Hey, Qianyue, you and Sister Wen Qun are close. Can you help me ask Sister Qun where she bought that kettle?” Another educated youth asked.

Chen Qianyue glanced at her, “Where else can you buy a kettle? Of course, it’s the supply and marketing cooperative.” She wondered why her friend would ask such a trivial question.

“If the supply and marketing cooperatives sold it, why would I ask you to help? Her kettle is obviously better than the one bought at the supply and marketing cooperative.”

Since her friend insisted, Chen Qianyue agreed and decided to ask Sister Wen Qun when she had time.

Wen Jiajia returned home and boiled water before eating.

She decided to write down the purchase of a thermos flask in her notebook, as she couldn’t stand having to boil water every time she needed it.

Accustomed to all kinds of appliances in the 21st century, it was really hard to adapt to this era.

She poured part of the boiled water into the jug and part into the kettle.

Wen Jiajia ate the food she had brought back from the cafeteria and then went to the cupboard to get a piece of wild onion patty and slipped it into her belly.

The shallot patty was made in the morning, using leftover meat from yesterday’s sautéed chili.

Wen Chun and Wen Xuan seemed to be very fond of pasta. They ate a large patty with some egg soup.

No wonder Chen Ai told her this morning that Wen Chun and Wen Xuan weighed a lot when they weighed themselves. How could they not gain weight if they ate like this?

Taking a nap is a great way to rejuvenate oneself.

Wen Jiajia had never taken a nap in her two lives, but today she made an exception, almost falling asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow, and experiencing a second wind.

It was probably her biological clock playing a role, so the phenomenon of oversleeping that Wen Jiajia was worried about did not happen.

With half an hour to go before she started work, she didn’t go early to see the dazzling sunlight on the patio. Instead, she cut the bitter oak tofu that had been soaking in water into thin slices.

After soaking for nearly a day and a night, the bitter and astringent taste of the tofu must have disappeared a lot.

Wen Jiajia had a fast hand and quickly cut all the bitter tofu. Then she just had to put the slices in the sun to dry.

Several pieces of bitter tofu made up ten dustpans. Thinking that there would be no sun in the afternoon in the backyard, she placed the dustpans full of bitter tofu slices in the front yard.

She couldn’t fit any more in the front yard, so she put two dustpans on the patio.

It just so happened that these days were all sunny, and she could put them away after three or five days of sunbathing.

The gong sounded again, signaling it was time to go back to work.

Wen Jiajia sighed, got up from the bamboo chair, and resigned herself to cutting rice in the sun.

Life is so hard.

The afternoon was undoubtedly more painful than the morning.

In less than half an hour, Wen Jiajia’s exposed skin was tanned red, and there were faint signs of pain.

At the same time, she was also dizzy from the sun, and she deeply suspected that she was going to suffer from heatstroke.

Sure enough, after getting off work, she was dizzy and wanted to vomit.

“It was like that at first,” Zhang Xiuli said. “You haven’t done it yet. Those young people in our team fell directly in the field when they first came. Jiajia, you are much better than them.”

Wen Jiajia, who was squatting on the edge of the ditch and vomiting: …

How else is she going to get used to it?

Wen Jiajia covered her head: “Auntie, do we have sick leave during the autumn harvest?”

“What kind of leave?”

“Sick leave. Can I take time off work when I’m sick?” Wen Jiajia was afraid she would also fall in the field.

“You can ask for leave, but you can only rest for one night if you have heatstroke. You can’t fall behind in the work of the task field.”

Wen Jiajia vomited again.

Oh my God, it’s okay if a thunderbolt kills her.

She couldn’t skip eating. Even if she felt uncomfortable, she had to go to the canteen to eat.

There was a commotion in the cafeteria, and the players were in high spirits.

On the other hand, there were a few educated youths who came in later. Some of them were just like her, and they were half-dead.

Wen Jiajia didn’t want to talk at all, so she isolated herself from the crowd and went home directly after finishing her meal.

She couldn’t even hear someone shouting at her from behind.

“Wen Jiajia!”

When she got home and pushed open the courtyard door, a person came out from behind.

The person panted, “Comrade Wen Jiajia, why couldn’t you hear me when I called you?”

Wen Jiajia was stunned. “I’m sorry, I was too engrossed. But who are you?”

Chen Qianyue smiled and said, “It’s okay. My name is Chen Qianyue, and I am an educated youth in the village.”

Wen Jiajia invited her in. “Hello, Comrade Chen. What is the matter with me?” She didn’t want to chat much, but she wanted to lie down.

Chen Qianyue said, “I was entrusted by someone to ask you where you bought your kettle.”

Wen Jiajia was suddenly alert. She put down the rice bowl in her hand and said, “I asked someone to help buy it when I was in the county seat. Why, does the person want to buy it?”

She began to set a price in her mind.

Chen Qianyue nodded. “Yes. She thinks your kettle is bigger and more desirable than the one sold by the supply and marketing cooperative.”

Wen Jiajia said, “Then I’ll help ask another day.”

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