The Male Lead Doesn’t Cooperate

Song Cun was carrying a schoolbag and a big bag of things in his hand. When he came back from school, he went to Uncle Song’s first. Since he entered junior high school, he had no time to mow the grass. The villagers wanted their children to come and help herd the cows. The grandpa didn't agree, saying that he was not old enough to be able to move, that there were only two cows, and that they wouldn't starve them. The villagers returned disappointed, but they didn't dare to say anything, after all, the grandpa didn't ask for work points.

When Song Cun arrived at the grandpa's house, he saw that he was cleaning up the cow dung in the cow pen. He put down his schoolbag, rolled up his trouser legs and entered the cow pen. The grandpa hurriedly said, "Don't come, it stinks very much."

Song Cun said: "The work I have done since I was a child, how can I think it smells bad?"

When I first made it, it might still smell bad, but compared with a hungry stomach, the dirty smell is obviously insignificant.

The grandfather glanced at him: "You boy, you don't have that much literati air."

Song Cun shook his head amusedly: "What kind of literati am I?"

Besides, the fate of literati nowadays is not very good.

The grandfather also talked to the grandpa and grandson in private, and he said: "There are a few more educated youths in the village, wearing glasses and dressed in gentle clothes. Let alone let them clean up the cow dung, even if they go to the field, they are too dirty." I don't know what they are here for?"

Song Cun didn't worry about it. Every year, one or two educated youths came to the village, and another one or two left. He was used to it.

[System: Host, go to the educated youth spot. 】

Song Cun paused holding the shovel, "System?"

[System: Hey, the host has no conscience, and even forgot about me? 】

Song Cun ignored its moaning, and went to clean up the cow dung.

[System: Host, hurry to the educated youth site, the hostess is here. 】

Song Cun: "I'm cleaning up cow dung, I don't have time."

[System: Host, how can cleaning up cow dung be as important as the heroine? 】

Song Cun: "In my opinion, the heroine you mentioned and I are just strangers. A stranger, of course, is not as important as helping Grandpa clean up the cow dung."

[System: The host is making trouble for no reason. 】

Song Cundang didn't hear it. After cleaning up the cow dung, he went outside to wash up by the pressurized well. He handed the things he bought from the county to his grandfather: "Here are the cigarettes I bought for you, and a short-sleeved shirt."

The grandpa took it with a smile: "Cigarettes are fine. Why buy clothes? I can't wear all the clothes. It's a waste of cloth tickets."

Song Cun frowned: "You can wear the clothes when I buy them for you. Although I bought you cigarettes, you should smoke less. Smoking is not good for your health. If you can't help it, smoke a little more."

Grandpa waved his hand: "All right, all right, I understand."

Song Cun thought that his grandpa was alone, no one cared about him, he couldn’t smoke if he had cigarettes, and grandpa still had grandma in charge, so he said, “Anyway, it’s summer vacation, I’ll come here every day to see if this pack of cigarettes, I'll finish smoking tomorrow, and I won't buy you any more cigarettes, and the cigarette rods will also be confiscated for you."

The grandfather said flatteringly: "Since you told me that smoking is harmful to health, I have smoked less in the past six months. If you don't believe me, go to the house and have a look, there are still many big bundles of tobacco leaves."

Song Cunguo really went to the room to have a look, and saw that he was telling the truth, and his face looked a lot better: "I didn't say that you are not allowed to smoke, but if you can smoke less, smoke less."

The grandpa said proudly, "I'm a soldier. Even though I'm retired, that's what I say. If you say you smoke less, you smoke less. Your grandfather can't control his own mouth."

Song Cun looked at him jokingly: "Okay, I will definitely take care of Grandpa when I get home and let him learn from you."

The grandfather said awkwardly: "It doesn't mean that either."

Song Cun looked at him with a smile: "I know what grandpa means. I care about grandpa's health. I understand."

Grandpa nodded again and again: "Yes, yes, I just care about your grandpa's health. After all, it's not good to smoke too much."

Song Cun came out of his grandfather's house and passed by the educated youth spot.

[System: The host looks ahead, looks ahead. 】

Song Cun subconsciously looked over and saw two people standing in front of him, a man and a woman, he asked, "What are you looking at?"

[System: Did you see that female educated youth? 】

Song Cun walked forward lazily, and said calmly, "I see."

[System: Do you feel your heartbeat? 】

Song Cun nodded honestly: "Yes."

[System: Really? 】

Song Cun: "I'm still alive and well, so young, why doesn't my heart not move?"

[System: ...The host clearly knew what I meant, and said that on purpose. When you saw that female educated youth, you really didn't feel nervous all over your body, your heart beat faster, and you thought you saw a fairy? 】

Song Cun: "I'm sure I didn't."

[System: ...that's the heroine, the heroine you fell in love with at first sight, in order to marry her, she refused to marry the girl your mother liked, which caused your mother to dislike this daughter-in-law and make things difficult for her everywhere, Later, because of your mother's troubles, she had a miscarriage, and you severed the relationship with your parents because of her. 】

Song Cun: "You are talking about the hero in the plot, we are living in this world. Stop daydreaming, and take a rest early."

After finishing speaking, he ignored the system, and when passing by the heroine, he was not curious and walked straight over.

Zhou Jinglian looked at the young man who was walking by, the tall and straight figure, the handsome face, the casual and free and easy posture, her face was slightly red, and she couldn't help but look at the distant figure until the person next to her pulled her She just came back to her senses and said in a disguised way: "Is that person from the village just now? It doesn't look like it. Could it be that he is also an educated youth?"

The male educated youth next to him glanced at Song Cun's back and said, "He is from the village. He studied in high school in the county seat. He heard that his grades are very good and he often wins awards."

The male educated youth is Zheng Boyuan, from the capital city. He has been in the village for three years, and he is very clear about the basic situation of Songjia Village and the influential figures in the village. This village is called Songjia Village, and most of the people in the village are people with the surname Song, and almost all of them belong to an old ancestor. Although there are often discords among the villagers, they are very united with the outside world. At least they, the educated youths, want to find fault and raise some unreasonable conditions in the eyes of the villagers, but they have never succeeded. It's no use even giving gifts to take favors.

Over time, the educated youths knew that making trouble was useless, so they went to the village to do as the Romans did, learning to survive here, adapting to the interpersonal relationship here, and turning themselves into authentic Songjia Villagers. Even if you are not from Songjia Village in your heart, at least you have to show that you have integrated into Songjia Village on the surface. Otherwise, they would be ostracized, and when they turned themselves into Songjia Villagers and became one with Songjia Village, they found that everything they did was smooth.

At that time, Zheng Boyuan knew that on other people's land, if it's a dragon, you have to coil up for me, and if it's a tiger, you have to lie down for me, otherwise you will experience how terrifying the power of the villagers' unity is.

Zhou Jinglian said in surprise: "I didn't expect to be from the village."

Thinking of the figure just now, her face blushed quietly.

Zheng Boyuan looked at her blushing face, and gave her a warning look: "Don't cause trouble, we educated youths go to the countryside to receive re-education from poor and lower-middle peasants, don't think about other things, let alone they are not something we can provoke."

Zhou Jinglian pursed her lips, she didn't do anything, she just thought that man was really handsome.

Zheng Boyuan shook his head. Zhou Jinglian didn't know the situation in the village when she first came to the village. When she knew that even if Song Cun was a rural child, it was not easy for him to climb up, and not all rural boys liked to marry city wives. At that time, she I knew I was going to retreat.

Song Cun returned home, Song Dazhuang and Zhang Xiaohua were also there, he raised his eyebrows in surprise, before he could say anything, Zhang Xiaohua took a step forward and grabbed his arm with a warm smile, saying: "Er Cunzi is back? The watermelon just picked at home, come over and eat a piece to quench your thirst."

Song Cun was really surprised this time. For so many years, Zhang Xiaohua saw him as if she was seeing an enemy, and it was the first time she welcomed him home so warmly. Putting down his schoolbag and bag, he took the watermelon silently, sat down and ate it quietly.

Watching him finish eating the watermelon, Zhang Xiaohua graciously brought him another piece: "Eat another piece."

Song Cun glanced at her, took it and continued to eat.

Seeing that he finished eating, Zhang Xiaohua wanted to give it to him again, and he said, "No more, I just ate cantaloupe at Grandpa's place, two yuan is enough."

Zhang Xiaohua put down the watermelon embarrassingly, and asked out of words, "Come back from your grandpa?"

Song Cun hummed, and then fell silent.

Zhang Xiaohua choked for a moment, looking at him in a daze but unable to find a word, she suddenly found out that this son had grown into a man at some time, sitting there with long legs and long feet, looking bigger than his father They are all tall, and their appearance is the best among the several sons. She looks gentle, but she is not the gentleman of a pure scholar. They are all comfortable and beautiful, and suddenly her eyes felt sore, this is also her son, the son she conceived and gave birth to in October, but now the son is not a son, a mother is not a mother, why is life like this?

Seeing his daughter-in-law staring blankly at Song Cun, Song Dazhuang couldn't help coughing. Zhang Xiaohua came to her senses and couldn't help but turn her head and stare at Song Dazhuang, she had to find something to say before she could speak.

Song Dazhuang rolled his eyes, what's wrong with his son?

He stepped forward and sat next to Song Cun, and said, "Your grandparents are getting old, Xiaomi has lived with your grandparents for half a year, and it's time to go back, so as not to disturb your grandparents. You persuade her."

Song Cun glanced at him, his feelings made him a lobbyist, no wonder Zhang Xiaohua was so enthusiastic about him, he said: "Xiaomi is very good here, you also said that grandpa and grandma are old, I usually study in the county, help When I’m not at home, Xiaomi will help with washing and cooking, so that grandma can rest.”

Zhang Xiaohua was in a hurry: "Although your grandma is old, she can still cook. We can't do it. Your father and I have to go to work in the fields, and when we come, we have to do laundry and cook. We will earn less work points."

She has cooked enough in the past six months, especially when she came back from the field, she was so tired that she wanted to lie there and not want to move, but she still had to cook, so she couldn't help being irritable.

Song Xiaomi came out of the kitchen and said loudly, "I won't go back. I have to serve Song Zhiwen when I go back, so I won't do it."

Zhang Xiaohua stared at her fiercely, and was about to speak, but was interrupted by Song Dazhuang: "Zhiwen won't let you serve, father promises."

Zhang Xiaohua frowned, but Song Dazhuang turned to stare at her: "Zhiwen is so old, he should try to do what he can, at least he should do his own things."

Song Xiaomi snorted, and said again: "I still have to go to junior high school. My grades are better than Song Zhiwen's. He can go to junior high school. Why can't I?"

Zhang Xiaohua couldn't help but said: "Why don't you go to the sky, the little girl wants to go to junior high school, she's beautiful for you."

Song Dazhuang frowned, and didn't want Xiaomi to continue reading. After all, it cost a lot of money, but if Xiaomi was not allowed to study, she would make a fuss and refused to go home. He thought for a while and said, "It's okay to go to school. You have to make breakfast and dinner. Clothes need to be washed."

Song Xiaomi was overjoyed: "Father, do you really agree with me going to junior high school?"

Song Dazhuang nodded: "You have to do the housework."

Song Xiaomi agreed, "Okay."

Anyway, junior high school doesn't live on campus, and I have to come back at night. As long as I can go to school, I can do housework.