After saving the pig god, I counterattacked and became the richest man in the village

Chapter 296 Chapter 298

This night, Zhao Yuanle told him several times before he was relieved.

Before she went back to bed, she told Zhao Ercheng one thing.

"According to the number of screws, we still lack some wooden frames for pencil sharpeners. Dad, if you have time, find someone to make ten more."

Zhao Ercheng: "This is so simple, we can do it ourselves."

Zhao Yuanle: "I won't anyway."

Zhao Ercheng is very confident.

"I come!"

Although Zhao Yuanle had doubts in his heart, seeing that Zhao Ercheng was so confident, he didn't say much and nodded.

As soon as she lay on the bed, she heard Zhao Yuanlan sighing there.

Zhao Yuanle: "Why are you sighing?"

Zhao Yuanlan: "Oh, such a good-looking person is still full of snot and saliva."

Zhao Yuanle: "..."

Zhao Yuanlan: "At that time, I thought there was a boy in the village who was so good-looking, but he picked his booger and flicked it with his little finger. I didn't like it anymore."

Zhao Yuanle: "...Really, then your liking is really...strict."

Zhao Yuanlan sighed again and buried her head in sleep.

"It's better to marry a landlord. No matter how good-looking she is, she still has to eat and shit. It's the same."

Zhao Yuanle nodded in relief.

Fortunately, Zhao Yuanlan's mind is still online.

Early the next morning, the whole family got up.

The wheat is to be harvested today.

Still pasta in the morning.

Because He Ju felt that eating noodles gave her strength and hunger.

Unlike yesterday, today, all the adults in the family do not allow Yao'er to follow.

He Ju explained to Yao'er: "That wheat stings people, your skin is so tender, you have to go there to make your skin red, this is not like transplanting rice seedlings."

Yao'er: "You can't even sit on the side?"

He Ju: "You and Miss Sister are at home, be obedient."

Yao'er felt a little regretful, but still nodded.

Zhao Yuanlan knew that it was uncomfortable to cut wheat, and it was uncomfortable to dry and harvest wheat. She didn't want to go today, she just wanted to be at home.

The five of them went out together, and walked on the ridge of the field in a long file.

Zhao Ercheng looked at other people who were still busy, and once again lamented the capabilities of his family members. He also greeted his acquaintances in the field from time to time, and asked others about the progress of planting rice seedlings.

Zhao Yuanle was very moved when he looked at these people who were bent over and working.

These people work so hard all year round, but they can't even get enough food.

Some people don't do anything, and they still eat hot food and drink spicy food.

That's right, she was talking about Chief Wang Bao.

It is these old landlords and riches.

Gradually walking through these paddy fields, a group of people climbed up the mud ladder and walked for a while to their own wheat field.

The wheat was planted on terraced fields, and along the slope of the hillside, there was an extra layer every three feet, so that the layers were pushed to the foot of the slope.

It is not hot yet, and the sun is not shining. Taking advantage of this time, a group of people picked up the sickle and began to cut the wheat.

Zhao Yuanle observed the wheat while cutting the wheat.

It was different from what she saw on TV. The wheat didn't look particularly plump, nor did it hang its head down, nor was it golden yellow. It could only be said to be ripe and yellow.

Cutting wheat also requires bending down, holding the wheat in one hand and cutting with a sickle in the other, which is more laborious than transplanting rice seedlings.

Moreover, the ears of wheat are pungent, and the leaves will be scratched, which will make the skin very uncomfortable.

He Ju was wearing long sleeves, but her face and neck soon began to turn red because they were not covered.

Zhao Yuankang has never done these kinds of work on weekdays. He has thin skin and tender flesh even in his teens, so he felt a little uncomfortable after cutting for a while.

Sweat fell around his eyes, making his eyes hurt.

Even so, he couldn't help looking at Zhao Yuanle.

Zhao Yuanle is now covered in pigskin, and he doesn't feel uncomfortable at all.

She mowed very fast, and didn't care about her movements at all. Some ears of wheat were hit on the face because of her too much movement, and she didn't even blink her eyes.

When Zhao Yuankang saw Zhao Yuanle like this, he gave up the idea of ​​taking a break, so he could only grit his teeth and continue working.

Zhao Ercheng's movements are relatively slow, while Zhao Sancheng's movements are the fastest.

But after Zhao Yuanle became proficient, he quickly surpassed Zhao Sancheng's speed.

Just like that, she was alone, without any rest, leaving the other four behind.

When Zhao Sancheng got up to rest, he looked at Zhao Yuanle's back with emotion.

"It's hard work."

Zhao Ercheng was also very emotional.

"She's not afraid of suffering at all."

This wheat, no matter it is wheat ears or leaf stalks, as long as it gets on the body, it will be uncomfortable, but Zhao Yuanle didn't react at all.

Zhao Sancheng admired Zhao Yuanle very much.

"I can endure hardship."

Only those who can endure hardship can do things.

He Ju on the side wiped the sweat from his forehead, walked to the grass to drink water and rest.

Zhao Sancheng hurriedly stopped her from drinking water.

"Take a break, don't drink water right away when it's hot."

He Ju didn't pay attention at all, and drank to his full in one gulp.

"It's not the second summer in August, what are you afraid of?"

Zhao Sancheng: "You will get stomach problems when you get old."

He Ju: "Then you ran to wash your feet and hands when you were hot before. It's no wonder that you have rheumatism when you are old."

Zhao Sancheng paused, but couldn't find anything to refute.

Zhao Ercheng smiled, and he went over to take the sickle from Zhao Yuankang's hand.

"Okay, take a break."

Zhao Yuankang looked at Zhao Yuanle: "Second sister doesn't rest?"

Unexpectedly, Zhao Yuanle from the wheat field heard it, raised his head and said loudly, "I don't need to rest."

After speaking, she buried her head in work again.

She will definitely finish cutting this wheat field today.

As fast as possible, as fast as possible.

Zhao Ercheng rested for a while, filled the cloth bags with the harvested wheat, and carried them home on his shoulders.

The few people here rested and started working.

Zhao Yuanle cut more and more vigorously.

She feels that it is not tiring at all, and it is very rhythmic, and it is very fun to cut things, especially seeing less and less uncut wheat fields and more and more wheat, she feels particularly fulfilled.

Because Zhao Yuanle was too strong, Zhao Sancheng and others followed Zhao Yuanle directly to gather the wheat.

Once Zhao Ercheng came back, he could go back directly with a big bag on his back.

Under the division of labor, the task of harvesting wheat can be completed faster.

When it was almost noon, the last handful of wheat in this wheat field fell into Zhao Yuanle's hands.

Zhao Yuanle finally got up and looked up at the blue sky.

"Hey, it's finally over."

Zhao Sancheng looked at Zhao Yuanle with admiration in his eyes.

"Lele will be a good hand at work in the future."

He Ju smiled: "I'm afraid this year will be the easiest one."

These times in previous years were the busiest and the most tiring, and people basically peeled off their skin after busy work.

However, this year's Zhao Yuanle made them all relax, as if they were back when they were young, and they could do small chores behind the adults without having to work hard.

Zhao Yuanle looked around and asked, "Is there any more?"

Zhao Ercheng, who came back again after carrying wheat on his back, laughed when he heard this.

"Have you lost your head? Can't remember the wheat at home?"

(End of this chapter)