Perhaps even the heavens couldn't bear to see Zhou Jiao idle without anything to do.
Sure enough, the notice specifically instructed the school's students, Zhang Guoqing and Zhou Jiao, to gather at school on a certain day and time.
Gather for what? To dig river mud at the farm.
In early March, the snow in the Northeast had just begun to melt. Thinking about having to dig river mud for fertilizer in this season, Zhou Jiao felt like fainting.
Facing Zhang Guoqing's worried eyes, she could only smile.
In her three years of high school, besides attending a few ideology classes and participating in two publicity activities, she hadn't taken part in any labor activities. This time it concerned her personal files and future prospects. She had no choice but to go, so it was better to be proactive.
