Chapter 1277 What Mistake Did She Make?

Hearing Zhang Jundian's words, Jing Min suddenly raised his head and looked at him.

Zhang Jundian frowned and looked at her in disbelief: "How did you..."

Here too?

It was his men who counted the prisoners, but he didn't know that Jing Min was among this group of prisoners.

I saw her in the military compound two nights ago. Why did I see her here today?

"I made a mistake." Jing Min's eyes couldn't help but turn red when he thought about the mistake he had made.

"What mistake did you make?" Zhang Jundian looked directly into Jing Min's eyes.

"I can't forgive even one of my own mistakes. Adian, go on patrol and don't talk to me. I'm here to atone for my sins."

After saying that, Jing Min bent down and continued to harvest rice.

She had done the work of harvesting rice when she was a child, but she didn't do it often. After she went to school in the county town, she never did it again. Now she is very unfamiliar with it and her hands and feet are not quick.

It had been a long time since she had done this kind of work. After a while, she was sweating profusely.

Zhang Jundian did not leave, but stood there looking at her, full of doubts: What mistake did she make?

She is Brother Jingxuan's sister. If she makes a minor mistake, she doesn't have to be sent here to suffer.

How could such a kind-hearted girl make mistakes?

"ah……"

At this time, Jing Min called softly.

Zhang Jundian's eyes tightened and he saw Jing Min quickly drop the sickle and cover his other hand.

After a while, blood overflowed from her fingers.

Zhang Jundian said anxiously: "Did you cut your hand?!"

it hurts!

Jing Min frowned, and within a short time, tears rolled in his eyes.

A cut with a sickle is more painful than a cut with a knife. A cut with a sickle is like being clamped by pliers, and it hurts deeply.

"Let me take a look!" Zhang Jundian placed his gun and walked down to the field.

Jing Min quickly stopped him in a low voice: "No, I can take care of myself!"

With so many eyes looking at her, she didn't want others to gossip about her.

Zhang Jundian didn't care. He first picked some smelly grass leaves from the field to stop bleeding and put them in his mouth to chew.

While chewing, he approached Jing Min, came over, took her hand away, then spit out the grass from his mouth and applied it to her wound.

"Hey..."

it hurts!

Jing Min took a breath.

"Hold it." Zhang Jundian said in a deep voice.

Jing Min had no choice but to obey and hold the grass on the wound.

Zhang Jundian took out a kerchief from his military uniform pocket and bandaged it for her: "Your hand is injured and you won't cut the rice anymore..."

“If you don’t cut the rice, what will you cut?”

"Don't worry, I haven't finished talking yet. Go pick the sweet potatoes. Pick the sweet potatoes they dug out one by one and put them in the dustpan."

"……All right."

Zhang Jundian is very good at bandaging.

During my years as a soldier, when I was injured, most of the people who bandaged myself immediately were me.

If you bandage others, it will be more familiar and convenient.

"Okay." Zhang Jundian looked at his results with satisfaction. The bandage was quite good.

Jing Min smiled gratefully at him: "Thank you."

"Be careful when doing things in the future, otherwise you will be injured." Zhang Jundian looked at her and said.

"Got it, thank you."

"Go pick sweet potatoes."

Jingxuan nodded and went to the fields.

Zhang Jundian picked up the sickle and stood there, squinting his eyes slightly and looking at the retreating figure in confusion.

Jing Min turned out to be a criminal?

Her eyes were very clear and clean, and her smile was strange but not rude, not like a bad girl at all.

But when she said she had made a mistake, she felt very guilty.