Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife
Chapter 1264: Going to the Countryside 3

Chapter 1264: Chapter 1264: Going to the Countryside 3

The oldest of the seven youths was a young man named Mo Bai, twenty-four years old; the youngest was Zhou Zhou, only sixteen. When Zhou Zhou listened to Wang Zhengguo’s words, he nodded desperately and raised his hand, saying, "I’ll be obedient, I’m very obedient!"

Wang Zhengguo turned his head and glanced at him, grunted affirmatively, "Good, you’ll get food if you’re obedient!"

Fair and clever girls always easily won the favor of the elderly.

Among the group of sent-down youths, Wang Zhengguo favored this girl named Zhou Zhou the most. When it was time to load luggage, while everyone else would just toss theirs on top without a second thought, she would first ask where to put it, how to place it so it wouldn’t slip off, and in the end helped tidy up the scattered bags. When boarding the cart, she made sure everyone else was seated before she got on and ended up squished in the corner of the mule cart, pitifully prone to falling off.

The short-haired young woman who first made a declaration on the train was named Jie Hong, eighteen years old this year. She couldn’t hide her irritation after hearing Wang Zhengguo’s words, "We all came with enthusiasm to learn, how can you ask us to work?"

Wang Zhengguo spoke in a stern voice, "You said it yourself, you came here to learn. If you don’t learn to work in our countryside, are you going to learn how to eat?"

Zheng Huihui chuckled out loud unexpectedly.

Zhou Zhou pursed her lips, neither laughing nor speaking.

Another female sent-down youth named Wang Huan had a round, apple-shaped face and also wore her hair in two braided pigtails. She smiled sweetly, saying, "Brigade leader, my surname is Wang too. We must definitely be from the same family five hundred years ago, sharing meals from the same pot. Look at us, new to this place—there must be some time to rest, right? When we arrive at Wanglou Brigade, where will we be staying?"

Mentioning this matter annoyed Wang Zhengguo greatly.

The once well-ordered Wanglou Brigade was thrown into utter chaos at the start of spring by the arrival of sent-down youths from various places, and the commune specially instructed them to treat these youths well, build accommodations for them, and arrange their rations.

Having to leave the work in the fields undone to build housing for the soon-to-arrive sent-down youths felt completely unreasonable.

Wang Zhengguo didn’t go out of his way like some neighboring brigades to build brick and tile houses for the sent-down youths; instead, he had twenty to thirty strong men build a few thatched huts behind the office, three to five huts shared a courtyard, and so far, two sets were completed.

Wang Zhengguo led the seven sent-down youths to the entrance of the small courtyards, "Male youths will stay in the left courtyard, female youths in the right."

As he spoke, he said to Wang Dachun, "Are the few sent-down youths who arrived before working in the fields? Call one male and one female sent-down youth over to open the door for them, place their luggage, and briefly inform them about the brigade’s situation and how they should go about their lives. Let them rest for one night, and they’ll start work tomorrow! Call the accountant and get them some rations, put it on their tab for now, and deduct it from their work points at the end of the year!"

"Understood, Dad. I’ll call two sent-down youths over, then go move some food!" Wang Dachun agreed promptly and efficiently.

It wasn’t their fault, father and son that is, for these sent-down youths barely had any will or skill to work. Yet they brought a whole lot of trouble; complaining about the lack of a stove or coal for heating, the well water being dirty, the absence of running water, not knowing how to use a clay stove, or even that the toilet only had one pit. In short, they acted as if they were precious sons and daughters accustomed to luxury.

With the seven that arrived before and today’s seven, Wanglou Brigade had now welcomed fourteen sent-down youths in total, evenly split between males and females. They were dressed neatly and cleanly, certainly attracting the eyes of many young lads and lasses.

City folk didn’t need to work the fields, which first of all meant fairer skin, and a fair complexion conceals many flaws; they all seemed good-looking indeed.

In terms of facial features, Wang Dachun thought that aside from Zheng Huihui and Zhou Zhou who arrived today, the others couldn’t even compare to his own sister, let alone Feng Qingxue and Fubao.