Let’s talk about Song Qingyun taking Chen Zhonggui and Chen Jianguo, who was unhappy, carried a hoe and a shovel out of the village, and went directly to Group 5 of Xinlian Village.

He planned to start construction there and dredge the irrigation canals along the way.

After all, he begged his cousin for this matter, and if he delays it for a long time, he may cause trouble.

When he went there, Song Qingyun was a little worried about encountering resistance, but fortunately, he didn't say nonsense.

The head of the villagers in Group 5 of Xinlian Village was a middle-aged man with a cold expression. He led them to the ground and said, "Since the superiors have given us nothing to say, we still have to give us face. You should start work! By the way, you can only use the soil on the mountain on the right hand, and the villagers on the left hand should order beans to grow vegetables and take all the soil. What do they eat?"

Song Qingyun said repeatedly, "It's natural and natural." The soil on the left hand is fertile, but it's not sticky. It can't be used to build a dam and block the water. We can't do thankless things.

The villager team leader said coldly: "That can't be guaranteed." Then he left the three of them.

As for the other villagers in the village, they were all cold-hearted, but fortunately they couldn't come to stop them.

Then, let's do it.

There is not much work, and the collapsed section of the irrigation canal is 30 meters long, and the soil needs to be taken to repair it one by one.

The soil on the mountain is good, and it is called Baishan Ni, which is light in color, has excellent stickiness and high quality. It is a good material for building ditches. This mud has another famous name - Guanyin Di, which was once eaten to death in ancient times.

Secretary Xiao Song is young and is at the peak of his physical fitness. He originally thought that this life was nothing, but just waving a hoe!

Eight people finish the work in five days, but the three of us can’t do it for ten days, and we can always finish it as long as we do it.

But there is a saying in the world that says: It’s not difficult to carry water for people, so you can squeeze your waist and break your waist by yourself.

Because he had no experience in geotechnical work, Chen Zhonggui was responsible for the work of laying the kan, while Song Qingyun and Chen Jianguo were responsible for the acquisition of soil.

At the beginning, Comrade Song had light hands and feet. When the blade of the shovel was stepped into the soil by him, he even felt a sense of brisk pleasure.

He also chatted with Chen Jianguo and Chen Zhonggui.

But after more than twenty shovels, the arms became sore.

After another half an hour of dryness, my feet became weak, my whole body was covered in sweat, and I felt like I was on fire in my lungs.

Look at Chen Jianguo is not much better than him, and his little round face is as blushing as a monkey's butt. The middle part that was combed neatly on his head was also pressed on his forehead: "Secretary Song, I'm so tired... I've just started. If we continue doing this, we can't hold on for a few days... Huh..."

As he spoke, a large drop of sweat dripped from the ends of his hair and dripped onto his glasses, making people want to install a wiper for him.

Song Qingyun also felt something was wrong. He underestimated the difficulty of this matter, which made it difficult now. Yes, it was only the first day now, and he didn't think he could hold on until the project was completed. But if he couldn't hold on, the first shot from Hongshi would be gone. Isn't that a joke?

No one will listen to anything he says in the future.

"The more you do, the less work you do, not more work. Chen Wenshu, it is better to shovel more soil than if you have the strength to speak." Song Qingyun snorted and slowed down his tone: "Old Chen, this is just a turbulent ground on the territory of someone else's new alliance. You have to finish these paragraphs. Otherwise, you will have more dreams after a long night."

Chen Zhonggui also shrank his neck: "Yes, Chen Wenshu, you should do it quickly. Just now, many people from Xinlian secretly looked at us, as if they were malicious. If they were delayed, the time would be long, and they might not like us and would come to cause trouble."

"That's it, that's it." Chen Jianguo obviously suffered from Xinlian's losses in his youth, and fell into a psychological shadow. He suddenly changed his face and got faster.

In this way, the three of them had a hoe but no hoe. It was not until the evening that they repaired the irrigation canal, with a total progress of fifteen%.

"I'm going to die, I'm going to die." Chen Jianguo threw away the shovel in his hand, and thumped on the hillside, crying: "Secretary Song, I don't have the strength anymore. It won't work if I continue like this!"

Secretary Xiao Song didn't have the strength to listen to his complaints at this moment, and he also fell on the grass, opening his mouth wide and gasping.

The clothes on my body had already been permeated, and sweat fell along my temples and fell into the grass.

A crescent moon has risen in the sky in the distance, and the cool light shines on the layers of terraces in the mountains. The fields are vast and the north wind is vast. I heard that the terraces here were all opened sixty years ago by the county magistrate at that time. People from that era were really cruel!

Compared with the seniors, I am really as weak as a chicken.

"Ding Dong!"

The WeChat prompt tone of the mobile phone thrown next to it.

The screen brightens the shadow of dusk.

Song Qingyun didn't have the strength to see him, so what if he didn't care!

Chen Zhonggui grabbed his cell phone curiously and said flatteringly: "Secretary Song, I'll help you see any important information. I'll recite it, listen... Well, that's it, I've read it... You're like a ray of light projected in from the window, making everything bright."

This person's physical fitness is not good. After working as a poor household for a long time, he is also very tired, but he is better than Song Qingyun and Chen Jianguo.

He was sitting on the ground smoking.

Song Qingyun was stunned: "What a mess?"

Chen Zhonggui: "After seeing this section of light, I can't go back, Brother Song..."

Song Qingyun felt something was wrong: "Stop thinking." So he stood up.

But as soon as I got together, my feet were soft and I couldn't stand my strength, so I sat down again.

Chen Zhonggui: "Brother Song, your light is projected into my heart, and there is light in my eyes. I know this is love... Secretary Song, it turns out that you are having a partner!"

It was Luo Ting's text message.

Song Qingyun: "Stop thinking."

Chen Zhonggui: "Brother Song, my sister has sent you a lot of messages, but you don't want to reply a word. I know what you are worried about and what you are afraid of. Isn't it because Xiao Luo knew me first and he is your friend? Do you think it's wrong to steal your buddy's girlfriend? But, he and I don't have that thing, and it hasn't started yet. Besides, shouldn't love break through all worldly resistance? I won't give up."

When he read this message, he pinched his voice and screamed. He heard Song Qingyun's scalp numb and his face was red with shame.

This... robbing my brother's girlfriend, and when it is spread, where is my face in Song Qingyun... No, Luo Ting and I have nothing to do, she is so annoying!

Next to him, Chen Jianguo laughed and praised: "Secretary Song is handsome, elegant and romantic, and is enviable."

Song Qingyun: "I don't have the strength to explain to you, please don't laugh, okay? Is it very interesting? Also, Chen Zhonggui, I warn you that this is my privacy. Don't touch my phone in the future."

Forget it, I'd better set a power-on password, I'm afraid.

Secretary Xiao Song was very angry.
Chapter completed!