Reborn in the 1970s to marry a boss

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Leaving the commune compound, the ox cart moved forward in the dust raised by the tractor. The bright light made the dust particles clearly visible.

Chu Mo hid under the mask and scarf for a while before he dared to look around.

The fever had not subsided yet. Chu Mo's face was slightly hot, and the circle around his eyes was also hot. There was mist in his vision, and the surrounding scene was a little hazy, like a Monet painting.

The golden and khaki blocks gradually overlapped, with a small amount of green dotted, with the roughness and dryness of the northern characteristics.

In front of him, Zhong Maosong, who was hunched over and tied a white sheepskin towel on his head, walked slowly with the cow, blending into the scenery.

Chu Mo took out the remaining thin flour cake from his bag, and then reached out and knocked on the wheel.

Zhong Maosong turned his head, his face still piled with deep wrinkles, and his worries were visible to the naked eye.

Chu Mo felt a little sad. Zhong Maosong should be only in his forties now, but he looked like he was in his fifties or sixties.

Chu Mo felt sorry for Zhong Maosong, but it was difficult to guarantee anything at this moment, so he just waved to Zhong Maosong.

"What are you going to do, kid?" Zhong Maosong muttered and approached Chu Mo.

Chu Mo handed the cake in his hand to Zhong Maosong.

Zhong Maosong looked at the thin white cake and licked his cracked lips.

"You can still exchange this cake for some coarse food. Your small body can only earn a few work points every day. Save it, or you won't survive the winter. The little food you are given won't last long." Zhong Maosong said, and gestured with his hands for fear that Chu Mo didn't understand.

In his opinion, Chu Mo was in such a poor health and was sent to the countryside, so he was probably not favored at home.

Taohuagou was not as good as other brigades, and the conditions were even worse. In the past, no educated youth were willing to come here. Those who were assigned here were basically dull and didn't know how to get along, or had problems with their class background and needed re-education.

In addition, Chu Mo now can be said to be a problem youth concentration brigade.

In addition to worrying about Chu Mo's inability to work, Zhong Maosong was also worried about whether Chu Mo could survive this winter.

Chu Mo knew that Zhong Maosong was a good person, and he didn't expect him to care so much about a stranger like him.

Chu Mo waved his hands to show that he didn't need it, and wanted to give the cake to Zhong Maosong.

"You keep it, I'm not used to it. You don't have to do this, just do what you want, you are a member of our team when you come to our team." Zhong Maosong refused again.

Chu Mo paused, put the cake back, and knew that his stubbornness would no longer persist. He nodded at Zhong Maosong with his eyes tilted, and patted the seat in front of the car, wanting Zhong Maosong to get on the car as well.

"I won't sit, I can still walk, and the cow can be lighter." Zhong Maosong waved his hands.

He felt sorry for the cow. There were already Chu Mo's luggage and excess food on the car, and Chu Mo was sitting, so he didn't want to add burden to the old cow.

"..." Chu Mo understood what Zhong Maosong meant. Without a tractor, the old cow was a vital productivity for Zhong Maosong.

Seeing Zhong Maosong turn around and continue on his way, Chu Mo tried to recall what he could do to help Zhong Maosong improve the living standards of Taohuagou as much as possible.