The seedlings are also afraid of the cold

Song Yi stood outside for a long time, so long that he doubted whether Lin Yuzhu was sewing buttons or embroidering inside.

He tried knocking on the door several times, but there was no movement inside.

"Have you finished sewing? Go back to the fields and work quickly. Don't let me be lazy."

Still no answer inside.

He frowned, took out the key and opened the door, looking at Lin Yuzhu lying on the table and exhaling in frustration.

How dare she sleep in the captain's office!

He walked over and pushed her arm politely, "Get up and go to work. Sleep here with me. You will become more capable."

Lin Yuzhu grabbed the hand that disturbed her sleep and rubbed it under her face. She muttered in a daze, "Don't make me sleepy."

The warm and soft cheek of a woman caused a numbness on the back of his hand. He froze and withdrew his arm like an electric shock, his heart pounding loudly.

He opened his mouth, wanting to scold her angrily, but seeing her defenseless sleeping face and the black shadows under her eyes, he felt really distressed, angry and a little helpless.

The door lock clicked, and with a swish, the curtains were drawn, and the light in the entire office became much darker.

Song Yi continued to write materials, occasionally looking up at Lin Yuzhu who was sleeping peacefully.

Until she finished writing, Lin Yuzhu was still asleep.

He put down his pen and screwed on the cap of the ink bottle. Seeing that the mud mark on her face had dried, he reached out his hand to wipe it off for her.

The mud was not wiped clean, and there was a trace of blue ink on Lin Yuzhu's face.

Song Yi pursed his lips in embarrassment, stood up and walked to the basin rack to get a towel and wet it.

He held the edge of the table with one hand, bent down and gently wiped the stains from her face.

The coolness on her face made Lin Yuzhu, who was sleeping, frown and squeak. Her thick and curled eyelashes like small brushes fluttered a few times. Song Yi retracted his hand like lightning and stared at her nervously.

Fortunately, she didn't wake up.

After finally wiping her face clean with fear, Song Yi secretly breathed a sigh of relief, feeling quite lucky that he had a guilty conscience.

He had never looked at her so carefully before, his eyes scanning her face inch by inch.

She was good-looking and he had long been used to it, but since she hung herself and woke up, she seemed to be different.

He lowered his eyes and stared at her and thought for a long time, and had to admit that he had thoughts on his mind.

In the past, she was good-looking and not interesting.

Now she has a smile and a look.

It tickles people's hearts.

"Well" Lin Yuzhu slowly opened her eyes. The dim light and whitewashed walls gave her a confusing illusion of not knowing what night it was, who I was, and where I was.

"Are you awake?"

Song Yi's cold voice instantly brought her back to reality. She mechanically raised her head and smiled dryly at him across the table, "Why didn't you call me."

"I didn't call you? How did you have the nerve to say it? You slept like a dead pig and you didn't even know you were taken away."

"Uh" Lin Yuzhu sat upright, her smile froze for a moment, her face suddenly dropped and she rubbed her arms with a grin on her face.

She pressed her arm to sleep, and it became numb, as if ten thousand ants were gathering for dinner on her arm.

"Then I'll go first." She crossed her arms and was about to stand up, then decisively sat down again.

There are also ants gathering on the legs.

It's fine if she doesn't move, but if she moves, she wants to amputate her legs!

Song Yi looked at her quietly, angry and funny, especially the red mark on her face, which clearly proved that she had the audacity to sleep in his office for half the afternoon.

"Ahem" Lin Yuzhu glanced at Song Yi awkwardly, "I'll sit down for a while. Can I have some water?"

Song Yi put down the pen and silently poured her a glass of water back.

"Thank you." Lin Yuzhu drank water while watching him immersed in writing.

Taking a quick look before, she found that when she woke up from her sleep, he was still writing a plan on how to increase the yield per mu.

This seems to be the second edition.

"Captain, I probably know why the fields between Changkengwei and Baishi'ao can't produce much grain."

"Tell me about it."

Lin Yuzhu knew from the way he kept writing that he didn't take her words seriously.

"It's obviously the same fertilizer, the same seeds, and the sunshine is pretty good, but the fields over there just have no yield, right? The reason is very simple, the fields over there are cold water fields."

"What did you say? What does Leng Shui Tian mean?"

Song Yi finally stopped writing and stared at her with a serious expression.

Lin Yuzhu tapped her head with her fingertips, "The closer I get to the fields at the foot of the mountain, every time I go into the water it feels like a ghost is hugging my legs. It starts to feel cold from the soles of my feet to my heart."

There have always been absurd ghost stories about these fields circulating in the village, but they are no longer allowed to be mentioned in the past few years.

But these paddy fields still need to be planted. Who will plant them?

Whoever is unlucky will be rewarded.

For example, she and those class enemies.

"There are no ghosts in the world!"

"Ah, yes, yes."

Lin Yuzhu nodded perfunctorily. The temple had been razed to the ground, so how dare there be any ghosts.

"What I mean is that our place is surrounded by mountains and has abundant underground water. The water in the paddy fields at the foot of the mountains is seepage water from the mountains. People are afraid of the cold, and so are the seedlings. They have to work hard to survive, and they don't care about growing any food."

Moreover, many of the mountainous areas are covered with terraced fields. As a result, the rice fields can only grow to knee high, and the yield is appalling.

But people here have lived here for generations and have always been in this state, so naturally they don't think too deeply about it.

They will only work harder to provide fertilizer, and it is farmyard fertilizer.

Lin Yuzhu thought he would ask more questions, but he lowered his head and remained silent for a while, then raised his head and looked into her eyes with burning eyes.

"You have a way."

Not a question, not a rhetorical question, but an affirmation.

"Huh?" Lin Yuzhu leaned on the table and looked at him closely, "Are you so sure?"

He clicked his tongue irritably, raised his hand and pinched the center of his brow.

"I've been having inexplicable dreams in the past few days. I dream about a little girl who grows up from a few years old to more than 20 years old. I also dream about some things that, tsk, I can't name."

"She... likes to wear those white shirts... ahem... she looks pretty good, with a pair of dimples and a red mole on her chest. If I guess correctly, it should be you, right?"

Song Yi lowered his head, his face flushed, and his ears red as if they were bleeding.

He saw that many of the habitual movements of the person in the dream were exactly the same as the woman in front of him, and he thought of her recent absurd thoughts that had some truth to them.

He figured out that she was probably the old man who said that people in ancient times had three souls and seven souls. One day, the missing soul and soul were found, and they had more memories of previous lives.

Although he had always listened to it as an interesting story, in front of him, he saw it was true.

"Ouch~" Lin Yuzhu covered her mouth in disbelief, feeling so embarrassed that she wanted to crawl into the ground.

What the hell is going on...

She does have a pair of deep dimples.

There is also a red mole on the chest that is exactly the same as this body.

It’s not that she likes to wear white shirts, she’s used to wearing only a white shirt that only covers her buttocks when she’s in her apartment...

I live alone in my own home, so I must let myself go as I please.

She thought she had an absolutely private personal space, but ended up being broadcast live in another unexpected way.

Lin Yuzhu's thoughts were racing. She probably didn't do anything embarrassing.

There shouldn't be.

As a self-media person, when I am busy, I am either racking my brains to write copy or edit videos. I will not wash my hair or face for two or three days at most, and my image will collapse.

"So." Lin Yuzhu laughed dryly, "You probably didn't look very good when you last saw me."

Some images flashed through her mind.

Roads lined with palm trees, sports cars, students fighting on the road, violent collisions, the pain of broken bones...

"I don't know. I only saw you lying in the hospital with white walls and a lot of tubes on your body. You couldn't get in and couldn't see clearly. I didn't dream about it again yesterday."

Song Yi spoke in a low voice and glanced at her, "You are knowledgeable. You have a whole wall of books on how to treat cold paddy fields."

Lin Yuzhu was speechless and looked up at the roof, "Okay."

As expected of Song Gang, he is very good at picking up topics and will never go astray...
Chapter completed!