Quickly wear, what should I do if the vicious cannon fodder is too stupid

There is a big bed in the room.

……

Xiao Yushan looks like he is preparing for a new house.

Feng He left the second floor silently.

The rice that had been planted turned yellow, and the village began to fall into a new round of busyness.

There are also small manual harvesters in the village, but there are still many places that require manpower.

Now is the busy season. Feng He gets up at four o'clock every morning with her parents and goes to their fields to harvest rice.

He held a sickle and cut the plants with a huff.

In the early morning, while the weather is not too hot, you should cut more.

At this time, many families have already come out to harvest the grain.

In a field, you can see a person every other clump of rice.

Wearing a headscarf or straw hat and old clothes.

The most amazing thing about Fenghe is the view of the rice fields during the day.

A field of golden rice, which is his main food.

And by selling rice, you can make a lot of money a year.

Fenghe's family has ordinary rice and glutinous rice.

He likes to eat glutinous rice very much.

"My dear, you love to eat sticky rice. When the time comes, I will make you some glutinous rice cakes. We also have some sesame candy for dipping."

"Okay, Mom, let me help you move the glutinous rice." Feng He was almost drooling when she heard that.

The glutinous rice cake was indeed delicious, and he liked it very much. It was soft, sticky, fragrant and sweet.

"Hey, little one, you? You can't move it. Glutinous rice is heavier than ordinary rice."

Feng He said excitedly that he wanted to move the snakeskin bag of glutinous rice, but was ridiculed mercilessly by his mother.

He curled his lips and stopped talking. He tried it secretly and it was indeed a bit difficult to move. Usually it took two people to lift it together. Besides, this snakeskin bag was very big.

So Feng He pretended not to say anything and went to work.

His mother's voice was very penetrating. When she smiled, everyone in the land looked over and started to make fun of her.

"Oh, Sister Liu, your son is the best-looking in our village, with such delicate skin and tender flesh..."

"That's right, how can he move the glutinous rice grains?"

"Oh, if my son was so respectable, I wouldn't let him come to the fields. I would find him someone who can take care of others."

"Look at your Xiao He. I feel like everyone in the city is robbing her."

"Yes, Sister Liu, your son is really filial. I heard that he bought you some snow cream a while ago. Isn't that a popular thing among city people?"

……

The chattering of the women made Feng Mu laugh even harder.

After all, they were all praising her child, so how could she not be happy to hear it?

Feng He: “…”

Every household was busy with their own affairs, but fortunately the banter soon died down.

Fenghe's family had a simple lunch, just rice soaked in hot water, leftovers from the morning, pickled vegetables, fermented bean curd and pickled radish.

After a quick meal, we continued to work.

"Feng He, I finally see you guys."

Feng He was eating her meal, and then she heard a light and pleasant voice.

The sound seemed to have a coolness of its own, and Feng He felt a refreshing sensation when she heard it.

As soon as he heard this temperament, he knew it was Li Yanshu.

"Well, yes, we are eating." Feng He said vaguely while chewing rice.

"Ah, Fenghe, what are you eating? It tastes so disgusting."

A voice nearby sounded shocked at seeing Feng He's lunch.

Feng He almost frowned when she heard what Zhuang Zelin said.

"Li Yanshu and I just finished dinner at the village chief's house, but I brought a bottle of fried fish nuggets with me. Now I'll serve it to you."

Zhuang Zelin took out a glass bottle, which contained fried golden and crispy fish pieces.

There are chopped green onions and peppercorns on top, which looks fresh, salty and delicious.

Feng He swallowed his saliva, and the black line that was about to appear had disappeared. He stared straight at the fish.

His eyes were full of desire.

His mother moved her lips a few times and was about to refuse, but Zhuang Zelin spoke up: "Auntie, don't refuse. Just think of it as something I'm giving to Feng He to eat."

Feng He rolled his eyes when he heard that, and immediately stretched out his paw to take the bottle.

He opened the lid, picked up a piece of fish and put it into his mother's bowl.

The white water soaked the fish immediately. It was already like this and it couldn’t be put back.

Feng He felt relieved.

"Look at you, kid..." Feng He's mother muttered.

He followed suit and picked up a piece of fish for his father.

At this point, the two elders had no choice but to eat.

"Thank you, young man. His father and I will bring you something delicious to eat when the time comes."

Li Yanshu and Zhuang Zelin both waved their hands.

Feng He just focused on eating fish, as if these things had nothing to do with him.

These fish are really delicious. The fish meat is snow-white and very flavorful, as if it has been marinated.

Li Yanshu watched Feng He's movements with interest, the bright red tip of her tongue when she was eating, the beads of sweat on her nose, her natural and innocent expression...

He felt itchy again and wanted to take a photo.

After the meal, Feng He looked at the two young masters of Beijing who were fully equipped and fell into deep thought.

They had everything including straw hats, old shirts, sickles, water cups and sweat towels.

"you……"

"I'll help you harvest the rice." Zhuang Zelin answered first, looking at Feng He eagerly.

Li Yanshu glanced at Zhuang Zelin and said slowly, "I'm here to work. I told you before."

“Oh——” Feng He remembered.

When he learned that two free laborers had come, he smiled so hard that his mouth couldn't close, and his bright and lively eyes curved into crescents.

"Well, well, well, the two young masters are truly of noble character."

Feng He brought the two of them to her own fields, pointed to a golden field and said, "This is our millet."

Li Yanshu nodded and began to bend down to cut the rice without saying anything extra.

Zhuang Zelin also started.

The working hours are long, but with interesting people and things to do, it is not boring.

In the afternoon, the wind blew through the rice fields, through the workers' clothes and straw hats, through the dust from the harvest, and through the fragrance of rice.

Feng He couldn't help but hum a song he had heard before, "Rice Fragrance". (When writing this paragraph, the author was embarrassed. It was so embarrassing.)

This song has a relaxing and pleasant melody.

The crisp sound of the wind echoes in the rice fields and reaches the ears of the listeners.

The role of music is enormous. It can relieve people's fatigue and relax their mood after a day's work.

So at this time, the fields were silent, with only the sound of the wind and the singing.

Zhuang Zelin stared blankly at Feng He who was working hard and singing at the same time.

Li Yanshu also stopped what he was doing and just looked at Feng He.

After singing a song, Feng He shut up because he was thirsty. He rolled over to drink water.

Those left in the rice fields are left with endless aftertaste.

"Feng He is such a darling, not only is he so pretty, but he also sings so beautifully, it really touches my heart. Damn, if I wasn't so sweaty and afraid of stinking Feng He, I would definitely pick him up and spin him around, and give him a couple of kisses."

Zhuang Zelin was talking to himself there, his tone full of the excitement he couldn't suppress.

Li Yanshu's eyes twitched at his crude and straightforward words, but from his eyes, it was clear that he agreed with Zhuang Zelin's words.

Today's work is not over until the sun sets.

Everyone went back under the gray-blue night sky, with a trace of sunset glow still remaining in the sky. The combined colors were strange and gorgeous.

The scenery on the way home shows that the labor is fulfilling.

Feng He was walking and fanning herself with a straw hat, looking leisurely and comfortable.