Abandoned Peasant Woman: Farming With a Cute Baby

Zhao Baoshan said, dragging his tired body into the second room.

At this time, Zhao Wenshui closed the door without closing it. Thinking that no one enters his house on weekdays, after all, no one cleans the house and the smell is too unpleasant, no one wants to come in.

But Zhao Baoshan couldn't lift much strength at this time, and walked slowly, his footsteps were so light that he didn't hear it at all.

When Zhao Baoshan entered the house, he found that Zhao Wenshui's body was covered with a sheet, but he was moved by a single move, obviously doing something.

Zhao Wenshui's movements continued to speed up, suddenly as if he had been released, he breathed comfortably, and the movements on his hands also stopped.

Seeing such a scene, Zhao Baoshan's face suddenly became dark. Don't think about it, as a man, you know what Zhao Wenshui is doing at this time.

Zhao Baoshan secretly cursed that Zhao Wenshui was a bit awkward. He was a man of several decades, and he still hid in the house to do this kind of thing, and he did not close the door tightly.

Fortunately, he came in. If a few wives came in right now, they wouldn't be frightened.

Waiting for Zhao Wenshui to finish, only to find that the room was a lot brighter, so he looked towards the door, and saw Zhao Baoshan staring at him with a dark face.

Zhao Wenshui shuddered, and asked a little tremblingly, "Father, when are you here?"

"Did you not notice when I came? Why are you so focused?"

When Zhao Wenshui thought of what he had done just now, he dared to tell Zhao Baoshan that if this was said, Zhao Baoshan would not be able to discipline him.

To Zhao Baoshan’s cannibalistic expression, Zhao Wenshui weakly complained, "Father, why don’t you come in without saying a word? Really..."

Zhao Baoshan snorted coldly, "You are doing something shameful at home and have to knock you a few times when you enter the door?"

With a guilty conscience, Zhao Wenshui didn't dare to respond to Zhao Baoshan again, and murmured, "Father, I just want to talk..."

"I'm here to tell you serious things!" Zhao Baoshan said with a serious face. He didn't bother to discipline Zhao Wenshui for the frustrating things he did. The most important thing was to know that Zhao Wenshui was not listening. Since the education is not good, why should he bother?

"Father, what seriousness do you want to tell me?" Zhao Wenshui asked.

"It's time to harvest the rice in your several acres of land. You will get up tomorrow to harvest the rice!"

When Zhao Wenshui heard it, he frowned and looked at Zhao Baoshan in embarrassment, "Father, my injury is still not healed, how can I go to harvest rice!"

Zhao Wenshui meant that he didn't want to collect it. In fact, his deeper plan was to let the other brothers in the family help collect it.

Based on his understanding of Zhao Baoshan, his father is absolutely reluctant to waste the rice in the several acres of paddy fields he planted, and will definitely find a way to help him harvest, so that he can be lazy without exerting effort.

When Zhao Wenshui's wishful thinking was croaking, Zhao Baoshan made a calm face, and he scolded, "You are really a golden figure. Haven't healed up until now?"

Zhao Wenshui trembled with fright, and still muttered in his mouth, "Father, I really don't have a good body. I can't even use the energy. How can I cut the rice with the strength..."

How could Zhao Baoshan believe in Zhao Wenshui's nonsense, and said with a sneer, "Hehe, you just got so much energy to get the thing underneath, it doesn't look like a wounded one!"