Chapter 110 Stupid or not... (1/2)

No one cared what Jin Yuhong did at the educated youth settlement.

As soon as the autumn harvest whistle blew, the entire Jixiang Brigade sprang forward like a wound-up tin toad, putting all its strength into it.

The golden corn and heavy sorghum in the fields urged people to run forward, and everyone's face was covered with sweat and anticipation for a bountiful harvest.

Ruan Tang's job was the easiest.

Yan Yu led the way for her.

He was tall with long arms and legs. When he bent over, he used both hands to scoop up two plump ears of corn and they fell into his arms with a "crack, crack".

Men can break things quickly and throw them more accurately.

The corn cobs traced beautiful arcs in the air, always landing steadily with a "thud" not far from Ruan Tang, automatically piling up in a small heap, without a single one rolling away.

Ruan Tang leisurely carried a small basket and slowly picked things up behind her.

She didn't even have to lift a finger; she just bent over, and the corn cobs seemed to have eyes and rolled into the basket on their own.

We take a break at noon and eat our meals directly on the threshing ground.

The large iron pot contained a thick corn porridge so thick that chopsticks could be stuck in it, served with dark, pickled vegetable bits.

The men, who had worked all morning, held large bowls and slurped their drinks with gusto, their foreheads covered in sweat.

Ruan Tangcai wouldn't eat that.

She gets special treatment.

Yan Yu had already found a clean haystack by the threshing ground, flattened it neatly, and made sure she could sit comfortably.

He pulled a gleaming aluminum lunchbox from his military green satchel as if by magic.

The lunchbox was opened.

The aroma of meat was so overpowering and unreasonable that as soon as it wafted out, the Adam's apples of the people eating cornbread nearby all bobbed in unison.

The white rice was pressed firmly and topped with glistening braised pork.

The meat chunks, with alternating layers of fat and lean meat, were stewed until very tender, and the thick sauce soaked into every grain of rice, making it glistening with oil—it was so tempting it would make anyone's mouth water.

In the corner, there was also a refreshing side dish of bright green cucumber salad and crisp, tangy bean sprouts stir-fried with vinegar, which looked refreshing and helped to cut through the greasiness.

"Open your mouth." Yan Yu's voice was deep and magnetic.

Ruan Tang obediently let out a "woof".

Yan Yu picked up a trembling piece of pork belly, brought it to his lips, and blew on it very lightly.

Then, he touched the piece of meat with his lips to test its temperature.

That's how they managed to feed it precisely into her mouth.

The moment the meat entered her mouth, the fat melted, filling her mouth with a rich, meaty aroma. The lean meat crumbled at the touch, so fragrant that Ruan Tang's tongue almost tied in knots.

She was so happy that her eyes were squinted into slits, her little legs dangling under the haystack, her cheeks puffed out, and she looked as content as a little bear that had stolen a whole jar of honey.

Lin Xiangnan brought over her bowl of corn porridge, so thick you could see your reflection in it, and plopped down on it.

"Tsk tsk, Ruan Tang, is your Yan Zhiqing treating you like royalty?"

That's what she said, but her eyes were like hooks, fixed on the lunchbox, and she took a deep breath of the meaty aroma, making the porridge in the bowl seem even more bland.

Yan Yu didn't even lift his eyelids.

He picked up another piece of meat, blew on it to cool it down, and continued feeding his little girl.

The large hand that wasn't holding chopsticks rested on Ruan Tang's slender lower back the whole time, carrying an undeniable possessiveness, as if it had carved out a territory around him that no one could set foot in.

"Hey, see that? The new batch today." Lin Xiangnan nudged Shen Yishan with his elbow. "Yishan, didn't you say you knew those two women?"

Shen Yishan was taking small bites of a dry cornbread when she heard this and paused in her movements.

She subconsciously looked up and glanced at Gu Jinzhou, who was talking to several male educated youths not far away.

His eyes were filled with unconcealed grievances and resentment.

As soon as Ruan Tang heard there was gossip, her ears perked up immediately.

Her bright, almond-shaped eyes stared at Shen Yishan, her face practically screaming: Tell me, tell me!