majestic tiger

Chapter 734 Harvest
Little Shitou rolled his eyes at him, stuck out his tongue, made a strange face, and then jumped from the ridge of the field into the field, and started working with a sickle.

Such a small child has to work, and he does it decently.Huang Yongmao stared blankly at the nimble little figure, then looked back at himself, subconsciously put the sickle in his hand behind him.

"What are you still doing? Go down."

Mingguang gave Huang Yongmao an order directly, and then jumped off the field ridge first.

After hesitating for a moment, Huang Yongmao lowered his body and slid down the edge of the field.

Mingguang and Zisong have already started harvesting, because it is the first time for both of them to harvest crops, so they follow and learn from Shitou.

Dad Shitou showed his posture of holding a sickle and the method of harvesting in very slow motion, so that they would be eager to learn.

Mingguang quickly turned his head to call Huang Yongmao, and Huang Yongmao, who was sliding down, responded, but he slid down and couldn't stand still, so he jumped forward and fell to the ground, gnawing on corn ears.The millet leaf pulled his face, it was a burning pain.

Giggling, Xiaoshitou laughed aloud at his appearance, Shitou's father scolded Xiaoshitou, Xiaoshitou turned around quickly, holding back his laughter, but the swaying of his shoulders proved that the little guy was still overjoyed.

In fact, Mingguang and Zisong were also amused by Huang Yongmao's funny appearance, and the two tried their best not to laugh.Zisong turned around and pulled Huang Yongmao up. Mingguang purposely said with a straight face, "My lord, you can't do this well. Look at you, you overwhelm a whole lot."

"Ming Shaoxia is right, he is not as good as a child."

Huang Yongmao had a fever on his face, and the corn leaves scratched his face a few thin bloody cuts, he touched it with his hand, some blood was on his hand, he was hurt!He called out immediately.

Little Shitou stretched out his hand to show him: "Brother, look at my hands are all covered up, just let it go, we are men."

Huang Yongmao lowered his head when he heard the words, and looked at the child's left hand. Compared with his delicate, white and fat hand, the child's hand was much more frightening, with calluses, scars, and dark fine lines on it. A few fresh bloody cuts left by previous scratches stood out among the pile of black cuts.

The child raised his face and smiled at Huang Yongmao.

"Do you still have the nerve to call it painful?" Zi Song glared at Huang Yongmao angrily.

"Jiarong is difficult, you have nothing to do all day long, and you will know if you experience it today." Mingguang took out a handkerchief from his arms, pulled a small stone, and carefully bandaged it for him.

"Little Shitou thanked Brother Mingguang." The child's clear and clear voice sounded.

Father Shitou, who had been silent all this time, raised his hand and rubbed his son's head, then quickly lowered his head to face the millet, and swung the sickle vigorously.

Huang Yongmao looked at Xiaoshitou's hand, and when Mingguang and Zisong said this, his face burned.He is 17 years old this year, and he can be considered a big man. If he is compared with a child, it is impossible to be completely indifferent, and he is still touched.

Therefore, he gritted his teeth and decided to perform well later, and he must beat a yellow-mouthed child.

It was the first time he had been inspired to fight in such a big age.

"Hold the sickle here, and cut from here when cutting." Mingguang learned and used it flexibly, and immediately gave on-site guidance to Huang Yongmao, and he had already cut a handful of corn while speaking.

"I see." Huang Yongmao felt that this was not a difficult task, so he stretched out his hand and began to cut the corn.

Ye Zi scratched his hand until it burned, and after only two cuts, he felt that he couldn't take it anymore.Damn, when did the young master do such a crude benzene job?Most of the fighting spirit just now has dissipated.

After cutting two more, his hand suddenly felt tingling, and when he looked down, a black worm with many thorns on its back was lying on his hand.

ah!Huang Yongmao let out a scream, swung the sickle, raised his hands at a loss, his mouth was not idle, and continued to scream endlessly.

Mingguang hurriedly reached out to help him brush away the worm, but Shitou stopped him, took a straw and picked the worm away.

"Big brother, it's alright, the worm has already been taken away by my father." Xiao Shitou comforted Huang Yongmao who still had his eyes closed.

Huang Yongmao opened his eyes and looked, but the worm was gone, but his hand was red and swollen.

"This, this bug, yes, is it poisonous?" Huang Yongmao stammered, worried about his own life.

"Don't worry, little official, this kind of insect is not poisonous." Father Shitou replied and bent down to cut the corn.

"Big brother, the worms are not poisonous. The little stone was often bitten before, and Hong will be fine in two days."

While cutting the corn, Zisong said angrily: "Come on, a worm is scared like this, like a woman."

"You, who do you think looks like a girl?" Huang Yongmao was unhappy, and fought with Zisong with his neck stuck.

"I'll call anyone who doesn't act like a man." Zisong replied to him, keeping the sickle in his hand.

Ming Guang, who had been lowering his head to cut corn, raised his hand and stretched it out in front of Huang Yongmao. On his hand lay a bug that was bigger than Huang Yongmao's just now: "Huang Yongmao, see how you can be a man."

After saying that, Ming Guang pulled the worm to the ground with the back of the sickle, then stepped on it, and continued to cut corn.

Huang Yongmao stared, now he didn't dare to argue with Zisong, compared with Ming Guang's actions just now, he was really too girly.

"Work!" Ming Guang spit out two words to remind Huang Yongmao.

Huang Yongmao had no choice but to continue cutting. After cutting several handfuls this time, he couldn't take it anymore.So he rolled his eyes and moved his mind.Forget it, if you can't beat Huangkou Xiaoer, you can't win, as long as you don't suffer, you are better than anything else.

The selfish Huang Yongmao directly brushed away the oath in his heart just now. People like him often backtrack, so they are not ashamed.

Quietly straightened up, Huang Yongmao shook his hands, and glanced at Ming Guang who was bending over to cut the corn. Seeing that he didn't pay attention to him, he was secretly happy. side.

This plan went very well. Seeing that he moved behind Shitou Daddy, he moved one more step and went to the side of this pedestrian. Moreover, those people were focused on cutting corn and did not pay attention to him.

Huang Yongmao secretly praised himself for his cleverness.

"Huang Yongmao, what are you doing?"

Ming Guang, who had noticed Huang Yongmao's small movements a long time ago, waited calmly for him to move out, and suddenly roared.

The sound was like a thunderbolt, scaring Huang Yongmao into froze.

Ming Guang walked towards him: "What's the matter? Want to be lazy? That's fine, I don't have anything for lunch today."

This sentence was very common and the voice was not loud, but Huang Yongmao felt that it was drilled into his ears and exploded in his head instantly, with great power.

"Ming, Ming Shaoxia, how can I do it? I just want to see how it is cut. I will cut it right away."

Seeing through but not telling, Mingguang held back a smile and said with a straight face: "Just stay by my side and cut."

(End of this chapter)