Kuaiwen: I ran away after making the boss cry.

As long as a few seeds are randomly sown in the fertile soil, the ears of wheat will rush to grow wildly.

Now it is different from before. Wheat grown on flat land has begun to be harvested mechanically.

A village pools its money to rent a harvester, which can seize farming time and save manpower.

Over time, everyone has forgotten what it feels like to go to the fields with a sickle to harvest wheat.

Gu Yanchao also missed the life at that time, so he picked up the sickle and tried it.

When he raised his sickle to harvest wheat, the golden sun shone on his back and his hair was wet with sweat.

More than an hour later, Yun Chen lay beside the sink and retched.

He was vomiting and was about to fall down when his legs went weak, but Gu Yanchao caught him: "Hurry up and wash it!"

Yun Chen didn't listen to him and still rinsed his mouth with water at his own pace.

He had done...done that.

Isn't the last bit of dignity left to him?

Gu Yanchao thought he had finished harvesting the wheat.

I didn’t expect that something might slip through the net.

He felt uncomfortable looking at Yun Chen's slow and leisurely look. He felt like the grains of wheat were about to come out of their shells, so he simply reached out to help him.

He picked up cold water with his big palm and poured it on Yun Chen's face. Yun Chen choked and coughed a few times. His chest tightened and he retched again.

Gu Yanchao didn't want to waste too much time because of him, so he half-carried and half-supported him out of the hospital and threw him on the agricultural tricycle.

Yun Chen's back hurt from the fall, and he whispered to Gu Yanchao: "Can you lay down some straw?"

Gu Yanchao glanced at him coldly, started the car and mocked, "How about I lay out twenty layers of eiderdown quilts for you, Princess Pea."

Yun Chen was stunned for a moment, stopped talking, huddled up and blocked his eyes.

Probably thinking that he had just been discharged from the hospital due to stomach bleeding, Gu Yanchao tried his best to walk on a flat road and drove the tricycle very steadily.

Yun Chen didn't suffer too much. He huddled in the shade of Gu Yanchao's shadow and almost fell asleep with his eyes closed.

After a while, the three rounds stopped, and a rough hand patted his face.

Yun Chen woke up with a start and was pulled down by Gu Yanchao.

Gu Yanchao took out a banknote and stuffed it into Yun Chen's hand, frowned and said, "Go and wash your face, then take the money to the canteen at the entrance of the village and pay for the rental of the machine."

Everyone grows and raises the things in front of the village and in the mountains behind.

Every household contributes money and effort, and then they share the grain and money together during the harvest.

Yun Chen's family has no money and no resources, so they can't get anything.

Yun Chen tightened his grip on the money in his hand and looked at Gu Yanchao gratefully with his misty eyes.

Gu Yanchao looked around without leaving any trace, and after confirming that no one was there, he chuckled and said to Yun Chen, "No need to thank me, this is your reward this time."

Yun Chen was startled for a moment, and the gratitude in his eyes slowly dissipated, turning into a scene of desolation.

Gu Yanchao pushed him: "Go quickly."

Yun Chen clutched the money tightly and walked back with weak legs and feet, tears falling one by one.

When Yun Chen returned home, he saw a lot of ingredients in the kitchen, and there were signs of a fire.

Liu Yueyuan sat on the bed at the end of the room, gently combing her long hair with a comb.

Yun Chen came over, took the comb, and gently helped his mother comb her hair.

Liu Yueyuan smiled happily and said to her son dotingly: "Chenchen, stop making trouble and go study quickly. Your father will take care of me."

Yun Chen knew that his mother regarded him as a child.

Maybe Gu Yanchao came in and cooked a few meals for his mother, which reminded her of the time when her father was still alive...

Yun Chen did not go against his mother's wishes, put down the comb, hugged her, and returned to his small room.

He cleaned his dusty desk and wiped away the photos of his family of three.

Once upon a time, it was my father who worked in the fields to support the family.

Later, his mother protected him in her own way, and her weak shoulders also supported the world.

Now, it's my turn.

Yun Chen lay on the bed, silently wiped the tears from his face, and fell asleep holding the faded old photo.

[Yun Chen: Phew, it’s so exciting. ]

[System 112:...] Do you know that my tears have been choked back by you?

[Yunchen: foster father~]

[System 112: ... Got it, I'll put ice on you. ]

[Yun Chen: Much cooler!Well, Liu Yueyuan's life is going to be easy, but it's going to be miserable for me. ]

[System 112:...] I don't see what's wrong with you.

You were even looking forward to it.