Fast-traveling female supporting role counterattacks in a different way

Chapter 173 Kite with a Broken String
Put on your backpack, go to the woodshed to get a sickle, and prepare to go to the alfalfa field to cut and bundle alfalfa for the cows.

In order not to stay at home and be seen by the original owner's father again, he thought he was too busy and arranged more work for him.

Butterflies fluttered in the alfalfa field, and from time to time there were a few bees dancing close together. It was so lively that people were dazzled to see. One head and two big heads were baking in the scorching sun. Rosie felt that this person was not alright.

She wiped the sweat off her face with her sleeve, threw down the sickle, walked to a big locust tree on the edge of the field with dizziness, took out a bottle of water from the schoolbag hanging on the branch, opened the lid and looked up. After taking a few gulps, I felt a refreshing feeling in my stomach, and my mind finally cleared up a little.

"Finally alive!" Rosie closed the bottle cap and sighed, "This original owner is really a diligent little bee!"

Rosie admired the original owner for being hardworking and capable.

Ordinary people really can't hold this tedious farm work.

Just like Rosie at this moment, she had long wanted to give up her career.

Of course, she was just thinking about it, but she didn't dare to take action.Otherwise, not to mention the surprise and suspicion of the original owner's family at their daughter's change, the neighbors in the room thought she had suffered some brain stimulation and was mentally abnormal!
Besides, what should I do if I angered the original owner's parents and refused to let me go to school after paying the tuition?
This plane is different from the earth where Rosie once lived.

Children in this plane need their parents to pay tuition fees to go to school, and the tuition fees are not cheap.

As far as the original owner's family situation is concerned, it is a bit difficult to bear the tuition fees of the original owner and Shangguan Shengrui.

If it weren't for the fact that the original owner's academic performance has always been among the best, I'm afraid her parents would have stopped her from studying.

It is estimated that the two couples had some thoughts in their hearts about asking the original owner not to go to school. After all, as a girl, studying in their eyes was useless.

Rosie didn't dare to give up her choice, angering them and making her mission more difficult.

What can a minor with a small body do?Child labor is not easy to find work, oh no, no one would dare to hire child labor.

"Shangguan Lanlan, why are you sitting on the floor in a daze on a hot day? Could it be that your father beat you with the sole of his shoe again, haha!"

Just as Rosie lowered her head to dream, a piercing voice of a drake sounded, startling her to open her eyes suddenly, and looked up.

Not far from the big locust tree against which he was leaning, a half-child about eleven or twelve years old, with bright big teeth bared, squinting his small eyes, was looking in his direction, smiling maliciously.

Whose stupid son is this?Laughing like a fool.

Rosie searched the memory of the original owner while wondering.

Soon he knew the identity of the boy in front of him - the silly son of the village chief's family.

This person's name is Xi Shaoyuan, not only in the same village as the original owner, but also in the same class as the original owner.

This brat is out of character.

He was running around all day long, taking pleasure in making fun of the original owner, and taking pleasure in teasing the original owner...

"Why are you here?" Rosie asked, looking at him blankly.

"Heh! I'm asking this question. My house is not far from here. Why can't I come?" Xi Shaoyuan raised his head arrogantly, "Don't say that these lands are managed by my father. Even if my father doesn't care, I also want to step on them A piece of land, just step on that piece of land, come and go if you want to come and go. It’s out of your hands!”

"Your father is the village chief, not the landlord." Rosie reminded the other party.

"The village chief is also the most powerful official in the village. Your father is an old farmer, and you are a stinky girl from a farmer's family. Be more polite when you see me in the future!" The other party pointed at Rosy and said contemptuously.

Rosie couldn't help rubbing her forehead, complaining in her heart: You don't seem to be the son of a farmer.

"Why didn't you say anything? Do you think you're a farmer too? Now you know that I'm not normal?" Seeing that Rosie lowered her eyes and didn't refute herself, the other party couldn't help but start to feel complacent, "You're smart!"

Then he turned around, with his hands behind his back, walking away with a master's attitude.

Rosie frowned as she watched her walking away.

This boy is not a simple one, he knew at a young age that his father would squeeze his little friend, he has grown up tremendously!
In the memory of the original owner, the boy went to a junior college and worked in a certain company in the province and city after graduation. The village head sold a house for his precious son in the province and city.

At that time, the village head would tell everyone that his precious son was from the city, especially to the original owner's parents.

I only envy the poorest couple in the village. Whenever the village head leaves, the original owner's mother starts calling the original owner, urging the original owner to go back to his hometown for a blind date and get married, so that he can take the gift he received. money, to buy a suite in the city for her precious son, to live the life of a city dweller...

Time passed quickly, and noon passed in the blink of an eye.

Rosie strenuously walked home with a large bundle of alfalfa. Along the way, she occasionally met village uncles and aunts holding sickles, and greeted them one by one:

"Is uncle going down to the ground with a sickle?" Rosie looked at the other party with a smile.

"Well, go to the field and cut some alfalfa for my donkey boy. Why don't you take a break at noon and cut grass for your cows under the sun? Sigh! This child has suffered~" The middle-aged man looked resentful Looking at Rosie with a look of iron and steel, she said seriously, "From now on, what should you do if your child is fucked and your body is exhausted?"

"Oh, I see, thank you uncle for your concern!" Rosie replied with a smile, walking past her non-stop.

"Hello, Auntie, are you going to the crop field?" Rosie saw another middle-aged woman and greeted her with a smile.

"Hey! This is Lan Lan. This child is really hard-working and capable. He is a good hand at work. Look, he can even cut grass for livestock. Your parents are so enviable. How can they be like this? My children are so lazy that they don’t do anything!” The middle-aged woman looked at Rosie with a strange expression and couldn’t hide the smile in her eyes.

"Haha." Rosie laughed dryly and quickly took three steps and two steps away from her.

"Maodan, what are you doing?" Finally, Rosie saw a friend of the original owner.

Seeing the other party squatting on the ground dragging his chin in a daze, Rosie asked curiously.

"Hey! It's you. Why are you carrying such a big bundle of alfalfa? It weighs so much. Why don't your parents work? They always make you work!" A little girl in her teens ran towards him happily after hearing the sound. Rosie asked, frowning when she saw the large bundle of alfalfa on Rosie's back.

"Others don't know about my family, but you don't! Forget it, don't talk about it, what are you doing? You look speechless." Rosie didn't want to listen to this topic any more, she turned away topic.

"Oh! Worrying about my summer homework, I really envy you. After graduating from elementary school, I have no homework in summer vacation. After summer vacation, I can go to school and live in junior high school. I only come home from school once a week. I don't have to see my parents every day and listen to their nagging. "The other party muttered and continued to complain sullenly, "It's like me. I was promoted to the fourth grade after the summer vacation. When will I be able to survive until graduation!"

(End of this chapter)