Chapter 126 Which bastard said we don't work in winter?! (1/2)

Yu Hao, still half-asleep, suddenly flew into a rage, and then... well, that was it.

Aside from startling a few sparrows huddled under the eaves, it did absolutely nothing.

People who need to go to work still need to go to work.

In the open space in front of the brigade headquarters, the commune members were wrapped in thick cotton-padded coats, and puffs of white breath from their mouths lingered for a long time.

Brigade leader Chen Fengshan stood on the platform at the front, stamping his feet as he spoke: "Listen up, everyone! Male laborers, go to the east side to repair the field ridges and irrigation ditches. Finish them as soon as possible and go home to rest. There will be plenty of work for everyone when the work starts! Women, go to the warehouse to pick soybeans and weave brooms! Hurry up!"

Yu Hao and Yu Siyuan were swept along by the crowd toward the place where they could collect farm tools, their minds still blank.

The men around them had already picked up their picks and shovels and were heading east into the fields, chatting and laughing in small groups. This was a common occurrence for them.

Yu Hao and Yu Siyuan both took shovels and followed the main group into the field.

He looked down at his hands, which had never been scratched even when he fought with people in Beijing, and then looked up at the wet land in the distance. The little bit of unruliness and carefree spirit in his heart was blown away by the cold wind.

He imagined going to the countryside would mean living a life of luxury with the boss, hunting in the mountains, and enjoying a carefree existence.

In reality, going to the countryside meant being dragged out of bed before dawn and having to dig up rock-hard ground in sub-zero temperatures.

He was wrong, terribly wrong.

When you finally stand on the ground, the knife-like cold wind stings your face.

The ground beneath my feet was covered in snow, frozen solid.

"What are you standing there for? Get to work!" Production team leader Chen Defu roared.

Yu Hao gritted his teeth, and imitating the fellow villager next to him, he swung his arm in all his might and shoveled down with all his might!

"clang--!"

A sharp crack made his hand go numb and his elbow ache.

When he swung the shovel, he didn't notice that he had hit a rock, sending sparks flying.

"Fuck!" he muttered under his breath.

Looking around at the other members of the commune, each strike of the shovel created a deep pit, black soil flew everywhere, and they were all working with great enthusiasm, but none of them were like him.

Yu Hao refused to believe it and, holding his breath, dug again and again.

But his brute strength, which he used to fight in the city, was no match for the hard work of farming, which was a real challenge against nature.

Before long, he was panting heavily, and his palms were burning from being rubbed raw by the rough handle of the shovel, with several blisters quickly forming under his tender skin.

He's actually doing alright.

Yu Siyuan, standing next to him, was in a truly miserable state.

The young master's face was blue from the cold, and two strands of clear snot hung from the corners of his mouth, about to freeze.

His hand holding the shovel trembled so badly that he could barely stand, let alone shovel soil.

"Cousin...cousin..." Yu Siyuan's voice trembled with tears, his teeth chattering, "My feet are cold...and my hands are completely numb right now..."

Looking at his pitiful cousin, Yu Hao felt both angry and anxious, his temples throbbing with rage.

What can be done? He tricked the guy into coming here, and like his brother said, he has to bear the consequences himself.

Yu Hao gritted his teeth, swallowed the curse that was about to come out, and coaxed, "Xiao Yuan, just hang in there for a while. We'll go back at noon and see who has gloves, and we'll get you some..."

Just then, Yu Siyuan's body suddenly stiffened, and he stared straight at the path at the entrance of the village, tears streaming down his face.

Before Yu Hao could finish speaking, he saw his cousin looking at this spot and bursting into tears. He quickly followed his gaze and was stunned as well.

On the way, his two aunts and uncles, Xu Wenbo and his wife, who had once stood on the podium at Beijing University with great pride, were carrying broken baskets and following behind the cow, carefully picking up the still steaming cow dung with small rakes.