1.5 Acres

This was the task assigned to Su Huazhu, Song Luoyun, and Song Luoshu today.

They had just arrived at the end of March, and now it was already the beginning of the Western Moon.

In about twenty days, the spring plowing would begin.

Time was tight, and the tasks were heavy.

Not only did Su Huazhu and the others have more tasks than before, but everyone also had a bit more to do than usual.

Maybe it was because their state of mind had changed, but Su Huazhu, Song Luoyun, and Song Luoshu worked energetically without feeling tired or exhausted.

By the time the morning passed, the three of them had already finished one acre of land.

The three of them worked as if guided by divine intervention, leaving the other young intellectuals around them stunned.

They had no idea why Su Huazhu and the others were so efficient today.

Ding ding ding.

The whistle for finishing work hadn’t sounded yet, but the familiar sound of a bicycle bell was heard approaching, along with someone riding toward the field.

“The mailman is here!”

Someone shouted, and the young intellectuals immediately dropped their hoes and rushed excitedly towards the mailman, who had just stopped his bike, one foot still on the ground.

Su Huazhu and Song Luoyun, Song Luoshu hadn’t planned to join the crowd. After all, they had only just arrived in the countryside, and Song Luoyun had only sent one letter home—who would be sending them letters?!

But…

“Su Huazhu, Song Luoyun, Song Luoshu, come quickly to collect your parcel slips.”

Su Huazhu had just remembered what her mother had said in the morning, and the next moment, the mailman loudly called out their three names.

The parcel had finally arrived.

Su Huazhu and Song Luoyun exchanged a quick glance, and without hesitation, they dropped their hoes and ran over to collect their parcel slips.

Song Luoshu, who also had a parcel, happily followed behind. What could be inside the parcels?

Three parcel slips, with the sending address listed as Jing City.

Both Su Huazhu and Song Luoyun had red eyes, though there wasn’t much sadness.

“We’ll go and pick it up during lunch in the next couple of days,” Su Huazhu suggested to Song Luoyun. It seemed like there would be no more rest days, so they could only go at lunch.

If they ran out of time, they might even need to ask for leave.

Song Luoyun wholeheartedly agreed with Su Huazhu’s suggestion.

The next day, the production team assigned them the task of working on one and a half acres of land, and they weren’t in charge of cooking.

So, Su Huazhu, Song Luoyun, and Song Luoshu decided to work a little extra in the morning, have lunch quickly, and then head to the commune.

They would ask for an extra hour of leave in the afternoon.

Bai Qingshan, upon hearing they needed to ask for an hour of leave to pick up their parcels at the commune, immediately approved without hesitation.

As a result, the other young intellectuals in the commune found out that the three of them were going to the commune and immediately began asking them to help with sending letters or buying things.

Li Jin, who had arrived with them in the same batch, also wanted to go to the commune to pick up his parcel and send a letter, so he asked if he could go with them.

Whether sending a letter or buying something, Su Huazhu and the others insisted that the other person pay in advance.

They didn’t plan on fronting the money—what if the person didn’t pay after they came back?

“Su Huazhu, I didn’t ask you to help buy things! I said I would pay you back after you buy them, what’s wrong with that?!”

Shang Xiaoyun stared at Su Huazhu in disbelief.

She wasn’t asking her; she had asked Song Luoyun.

Why was Su Huazhu refusing?!

“No, you’re not just asking anyone, you’re asking my cousin. If everyone behaves like this, where would we get all that money to front? Next time when any of you go to the commune, we won’t give money in advance. You’ll have to pay after we bring the items back. Is everyone okay with that?” Su Huazhu firmly countered, revealing her suspicion of Shang Xiaoyun’s intentions.

If she wasn’t willing to ask herself, she thought she could ask Song Luoyun, but who didn’t know what was going on?

“That’s right, my brother doesn’t have that much money to give. If you have the money, then we’ll buy it for you; if not, you can buy it yourself,” said Song Luoshu, who wasn’t stupid or soft-hearted.

She immediately crossed her arms and said defiantly.

Did they think her siblings were pushovers?

Shang Xiaoyun was enraged.

It wasn’t that she didn’t have money; she just found it troublesome to go to the chest to get it.

She had gotten used to having others bring things for her first and then deciding whether to pay.

“Fine, I’ll give you the money.”

Angrily, Shang Xiaoyun shoved her lunch box aside and stormed off to unlock the chest and get the money.

However, she didn’t give the money to Song Luoyun; instead, she handed it to Li Jin, who was also going to the commune, asking him to buy a pound of biscuits and half a pound of sugar for her.

The older young intellectuals who had watched the whole scene now had a pretty good understanding.

It seemed like Su Huazhu and her cousins were easy-going, but only as long as no one tried to take advantage of them.

Plus, they had connections within the production team, so anyone thinking of bullying them had to think twice.

Regardless of what the other young intellectuals thought, Su Huazhu and the others couldn’t wait to leave and head to the commune.