The tough life of a beautiful educated young girl from the 1970s who married a rough man

Under the scorching sun, after everyone gathered at the brigade headquarters, they set off according to the team assigned in the morning.

To the field to continue working.

The water in the paddy fields has been drained, and now it's time to actually work in the fields.

The villagers rolled up their trouser legs one after another, took off their shoes, and went to the fields barefoot.

While supporting the bent and plump ears of rice, weeding weeds.

Shen Zhiwei didn't dare to roll up his trouser legs.

There are not only various insects but also leeches, grasshoppers, and ants in this muddy field.

She took out a pair of rain boots from the space and put them on before going down to the ground.

Sleeves were also worn on the sleeves.

I put sunscreen on my face and covered it with a silk scarf before going to the ground.

There were so many moths that she had to wear a pair of sunglasses.

While working, I really experienced the hard work of farmers.

According to grandpa, combine harvesters have been developed in the 70s, and the state-owned farms in the north have been used on a small scale, but the manufacturers of harvesters are also in the north, but not in the south.

If only there was a harvester.

Shen Zhiwei thought so.

However, it was useless to think about it, there was no such equipment in her space.

When it was around four o'clock, I suddenly heard someone exclaiming.

"Zhang Qiang has suffered from heat stroke!"

Shen Zhiwei heard it, put down the hoe, unloaded the modern equipment on his body and put it into the space, and walked to see the situation.

Others also rushed to hear the sound.

Over there, Xiao Gang was even faster. He had already picked up the heatstroke man from the rice field, and trotted to a tree to give first aid.

The one with heat stroke was a boy, and he passed out.

About sixteen or seventeen years old, very thin, with a sallow face.

Probably long-term malnutrition, so I couldn't withstand the harsh sun.

Xiao Gang untied the collar of his clothes and fed him a few sips of water.

Someone fanned the man with a straw hat.

"I have herbal tea to relieve the heat."

Someone enthusiastically handed over the herbal tea from their own kettle.

"Okay, thank you." Xiao Gang took it and fed the man a few more mouthfuls.

People with heatstroke still don't wake up.

Shen Zhiwei took out a bottle of Huoxiang Zhengqi Water from his pocket and handed it to Xiao Gang.

"I have Huoxiang Zhengqi water here."

"Okay, thank you." Xiao Gang knew that it was a good medicine for heat stroke, so he immediately bit the bottle open, mixed water and fed it to Zhang Qiang slowly.

Sure enough, the Huoxiang Zhengqi water had an effect, and the man woke up after drinking it.

"I am..."

Zhang Qiang, who was watched by the crowd, woke up a little dazed.

Everyone said:

"Zhang Qiang, you fainted just now, it's dangerous."

"Fortunately, Shen Zhiqing brought Huoxiang Zhengqi Water, otherwise you would die."

"It was Gang Zi who carried you back."

"..."

"Thank you Shen Zhiqing, thank you Brother Gangzi." Zhang Qiang thanked him gratefully.

Xiao Gang asked concerned, "Qiangzi, are you still dizzy now? Do you want to go back and rest?"

"No, I'm already well. If I go back now, I won't have ten work points today."

Zhang Qiang struggled to get up, ready to continue working.

"You should rest for a while. I'm afraid you'll faint again. Your situation is special. We'll talk to the captain when the time comes, and we'll give you full work points."

The young man insisted very simple, "No, if everyone is like this, it will be difficult to do the job of recording staff."

In this way, everyone stopped persuading each other and dispersed to work.

Xiao Gang asked him, "Qiangzi, you didn't bring a water bottle. The weather is hot, and you will suffer from heat stroke if you don't drink water in time. Remember to bring a water bottle when you go to work tomorrow."

Zhang Qiang whispered, "There is only one kettle in my house. My brother cuts pigweed, so I asked him to take it with him."

Those who hear this are sad.

"You can use my kettle, I have two."

Xiao Gang gave him his water bottle.

"Thank you, Brother Gangzi."

Zhang Qiang turned on the kettle, drank a few mouthfuls, and regained his energy.

Shen Zhiwei took out a candy from his pocket and gave it to him, "I have a candy here, you hold it in your mouth to replenish your strength."

"Thank you Shen Zhiqing."

The young man accepted it gratefully, bit half of it, wrapped it up, carefully put it in his pocket, and went to work again.

After he left, Xiao Gang explained to Shen Zhiwei.

"Zhang Qiang's parents died of illness five years ago, and there is a half-old brother and a five-year-old sister under him. They have been working hard to support them. He is a very sensible child, which makes people feel distressed."

Shen Zhiwei nodded. She is an only child and has never experienced the brotherhood of many brothers and sisters, but she was touched by Xiao Gang's introduction.

Is he going to take this half candy back to his younger siblings?

In this day and age, there are many families like this, right?