Quick Wear: This is my wife

Chapter 287: Educated Youth vs. Village Grass 18

As they were talking, Goudan and his friends had already collected half a basket of pig grass. They were so fast that Qin Zhan had to look at these little guys with admiration.

He originally thought that these kids were just playing around, but he didn't expect that they were really good at their work.

"Thank you, Goudan, for teaching me. I have some candies here. Share them with your friends." Qin Zhan smiled and took out a handful of fruit candies from his pocket and handed them to the little kids.

Those fruit candies sparkled with colorful light under the sunlight, as tempting as gems.

The country people couldn't even eat a piece of candy all year round. When these kids saw the candy, their eyes widened and their mouths watered, but they tried hard to hold it back.

"No, this is too expensive. We can't eat it." Goudan swallowed and shook his head.

He had very good parents, and in his opinion, it was just a small favor, so he couldn't accept such a good thing.

There was determination in his eyes. Although the temptation of candy was great, he knew what to do and what not to do.

"Take it if I give it to you. How about this, when you are not busy, help me collect some firewood. One bundle of firewood can be exchanged for three candies." Qin Zhan said with a smile.

He thought to himself that with the current prices, a bundle of firewood is only ten cents, and a pound of sugar is less than thirty yuan but costs one yuan. It is reasonable to exchange a bundle of firewood for three pieces of sugar. This way, his wife won't have to work so hard to collect firewood.

"Okay, can we all change?" Goudan's eyes suddenly lit up. He thought it would be perfect if everyone could change.

Although fruit candies cost one yuan per pound, they also need tickets. These country folks don't have tickets, so having the opportunity to exchange them for candies is like a dream.

"Sure, you guys line up, two people a day to deliver firewood. Or you can help us gather grass for the pigs in exchange. If you do that, you'll get a basket and two pieces of candy. After you're done, I'll carry it back myself and count the work points."

After listening to Qin Zhan's words, Song Zibai thought about it. He recalled that last year the brigade earned 1.1 cents per work point. If the harvest was good, the salary could increase a little, but if the harvest was not good, it would only be worth 6 cents.

This change is reasonable, but I don’t know if it will be reported.

However, Song Zibai had no intention of stopping Qin Zhan. After all, Qin Zhan looked like a young master who didn't know the difference between farmland and agriculture. It would be too difficult for him to do such rough work.

"Really? Brother Qin, then we will help you today." The children suddenly became excited. There were eight children in total, and they began to chatter and divide the work.

Song Zibai and Qin Zhan need eight baskets of pig feed, and they can each get two of the sixteen candies.

With the sugar hanging in front of them, these little kids worked very hard as if they had been given a shot of chicken blood. In a short while, they had filled two large backpacks with grass.

Qin Zhan asked Song Zibai to find a shady place to wait for him, while he carried a backpack in front and back and walked towards the pigpen at the foot of the mountain.

"I can carry it myself."

"Be good, just take a rest, I'll take it down in one trip." Qin Zhan's words were gentle, making Song Zibai blush.

"You are here coaxing the child, so good!" After saying that, he went to sit under the tree proudly. He could see that Qin Zhan wanted to be nice to him.

He didn't refuse. After all, he would be his man in the future, so it was okay for him to do some work.

General Qin gave Song Zibai the military pot of sugar water and some snacks he brought, then hurried down the mountain.

It was just dawn at this time, around five in the morning. The early morning air was still a little chilly. Qin Zhan's figure seemed a little lonely on the mountain path, but his steps were firm.

When we arrived at the pigpen, Aunt Hua was busy.

"Auntie, this is from Song Zibai. Please help me write it down." When Aunt Hua heard that it was Qin Zhan who came, she didn't say much. In this small mountain village, the whole village knew about the slightest movement, and everyone knew each other's affairs very well.

"Okay." Aunt Hua responded.

After saying goodbye to Aunt Hua, Qin Zhan returned to the halfway point of the mountain, where there was already a pile of pig grass.

He filled the backpack again and sent it down again, going back and forth several times.

The sun gradually rose higher, and the sunlight became more and more scorching. Qin Zhan's forehead was covered with sweat, but he did not complain at all. Finally, at eight o'clock, he finished today's work.

"Goudan, thank you for your hard work. This is for you." Qin Zhan said as he took out twenty-two candies and handed them to them. He also told them to just take the firewood they collected to Song Zibai's house.

Afterwards, Qin Zhan took Song Zibai to return the equipment. The two of them set out on their journey home, exhausted but with a sense of satisfaction at having completed their mission.

Of course, Qin Zhan was tired from walking back and forth, and Song Zibai was tired because he ate too much.

When he returned to Song Zibai's house, Qin Zhan went to rest next door in a very unpromising manner.

The morning sun had just begun to shine on the earth, and the clock had just pointed to half past eight in the morning, but Qin Zhan had already been tossing and turning in bed for a long time.

His bright eyes rolled around as he pondered a clever idea in his mind: could he act weak and pitiful so that Song Zibai would go with him to get the marriage certificate today?

Qin Zhan sat up from the bed with a somersault, tidied his clothes casually and ran to find Song Zibai.

When he saw Song Zibai, his eyes were instantly filled with anticipation.