Don't panic, the prince, the patriarch of fortune, she has space

Chapter 401, squeamish

At this moment, Qin Zhi didn't know what she was thinking. Seeing her suddenly turn around and leave without chasing her, he still felt baffled, wondering why the little girl suddenly ignored him.

Amnesia recovered and amnesia again, everything was quite sudden, there was no shadow of Feng Qingluo in his mind, he really couldn't understand her.

Feng Qingluo left, but he had already promised to work in the fields, so naturally he couldn't break his promise, so for the next half a day, Qin Zhi could only bear the discomfort and soak in the water, learning how to transplant rice seedlings clumsily.

Qin Zhi was not born to work, so he learned very hard.

Han Yan at the side persuaded him several times to ask Qin Qi and others to take his place, but Qin Zhi refused anyway, and passed the afternoon just like that.

In fact, it's not that he refuses, it's just that if he dares to run away, the little head of the Feng clan will definitely look down on him!She won't say it clearly, but her eyes are enough to make him linger.

Qin Zhi thought to himself while working in the afternoon, when this bad-tempered little patriarch is taken down, and when he regains the country, he must ruthlessly leave this woman aside and never please her again.

The more he thought about it, the stronger his fighting spirit became. After dinner, he immediately went to the other side of the pond to gather the old Taoist priest and others.

"Master, the arrangements for collecting medicine are almost done, especially in the disaster-stricken areas, special personnel are assigned to take charge. Don't worry, this is a major event that benefits the people and yourself. I'm an old man, and I'll keep an eye on it all the time!"

"That's good. We not only need to buy medicinal materials, but also bring in any profitable ones as long as they are not available outside. By the way, the number of people in the caravan must also increase. When Qin Ba and the others come back, we will immediately organize a second trip. We are running out of time. , don't waste it!"

"Yes!"

"How is Shi Yongchuan's sweet potato growing? You have to take a look at this too, don't mess it up."

"Qin Er just came back from town today, Qin Er, tell me." The old Taoist called by name.

Qin Er hurriedly stood up, "Master Shi, the sweet potatoes grown by Mr. Shi are just right, he has found a special planter, and he dare not relax for a moment."

"Well, you tell him, if there is anything he doesn't understand, send someone to Luoxia Village to learn from... the little patriarch of the Feng clan. She made this thing and has experience."

"Yes, the subordinate will send a message tomorrow."

Qin Zhi warned again: "Bring some corn when you go. I have learned that the yield of corn is also high. It is suitable for planting in mountainous areas like Jianzhou. Let Shi Yongchuan find someone to plant it well."

"Yes!"

Qin Er agreed and stepped aside.

"Qin Qi, how is your side?"

Qin Qi is currently in charge of training 31 children. Only he and the children know how sour it is.

But when the master asked, he didn't dare to complain, so he had to bite the bullet and answer: "Don't worry, master, my side is doing very well. If it's not good, then it must be because the training intensity is not enough!"

Qin Zhi glanced at him, feeling guilty.

"Practice according to the set of martial arts mentality given by the little patriarch of the Feng clan. Don't skimp on food. Only when you are full can you withstand high-intensity training."

"Yes, your subordinates obey!"

Qin Zhi asked about all the ongoing matters before walking to the patriarch's house with his sore body.

It's strange to say that after practicing martial arts for a long time, the body will be sore, but the feeling is not as uncomfortable as going to the ground to work. Is he being hypocritical?
With doubts, Qin Zhi strode home quickly. He didn't forget the long wound on the little girl's wrist, and he didn't know if he touched the water while cooking!
When she got home, Feng Qingluo had already washed her incense and was washing her hair. She couldn't let go of her brows when she looked at Qin Zhi.

"Why touch the water with an injury on your hand!"

Wen Yanfeng Qingluo felt dumbfounded, "Living in a farmhouse, such a small wound is nothing at all!"

Qin Zhi lifted her sleeves when he came up, "No one else is fine, you are the only one who is delicate! You can't even see a big gash on her body, but your little injury looks like a fatal injury!"

Feng Qingluo stared blankly at the big boy who was taller than her by more than one head, as if...it seemed...she just took a look at the wound herself, and neither cried out for pain nor asked Qin Zhi to look at it. Has it become your own squeamishness?Isn't this squeamishness coming from his self-righteousness?
At this moment, Feng Qingluo felt that she was wronged for being too delicate!

(End of this chapter)