Mu family's little lucky girl

Chapter 111

"You two are slacking off on me again!"

Old Man Mu's roar came from the ground again.

"Uncle Mu, we don't have any!"

"I'm really trying to break the corn."

Gao Fugui and Mo San's aggrieved voices came from the cornfield.

"He said no!" Old man Mu had a kind of anger that hated iron and steel, and he spit, "It's almost noon, you two young guys are not as fast as me, an old man, and you have been busy for half the morning. Break more than 30 corn cobs for me, what is it if you are not lazy?"

Gao Fugui stretched out his right hand to show old man Mu: "Uncle Mu, my wrist was injured, so I broke it slowly..."

Old man Mu let out a snort from his nostrils, looking at Gao Fugui with a warning look in his eyes, if this kid does not work hard after getting paid, he will do this on purpose, let's see how he can teach him a lesson.

Of course Gao Fugui didn't feel guilty, because the wound on his wrist seemed to be a little torn because of too much force just now.

Old Man Mu looked and saw that his right wrist was indeed wrapped with a thick bandage, and there were mottled bloodstains on it. Old Man Mu was shocked: "Is it really hurt?"

Gao Fugui nodded, flattened his mouth, and said in an aggrieved voice, "Otherwise I wouldn't be so slow."

Now old man Mu was in a hurry. Seeing that the blood on his wrist was seeping more and more, he hurriedly urged Gao Fugui to go out: "Don't break the stick, go to the ground to rest!"

Gao Fugui refused: "I have taken money, so I have to do things."

"The money is confiscated!" Old Man Mu drove Gao Fugui to the ground without any explanation.

"What about you? Are you injured?"

At this moment, old man Mu looked at Mo San who was panting heavily, "If you feel uncomfortable, go with Fu Gui to the ground and rest."

After all, he sighed.

I thought it would be faster to hire someone to work, but I didn't expect this to happen.

That's it.

He didn't expect these two to work today.

You can't finish breaking the stick at noon, so just continue breaking it in the afternoon.

Mo San looked at his swollen hand, and touched his chest again, feeling a little weak.

"As long as you don't rush so much, you can still continue to break."

Old man Mu: "That's fine, I won't rush you anymore, just stay here and break it slowly."

Knowing that these two people were unreliable, old man Mu worked harder.

When the sun was setting, old man Mu couldn't believe that the three of them had finished harvesting an acre of corn at noon today.

To be precise, it was him and his daughter.

Old man Mu took the sweat towel, wiped off the profuse sweat on his head, and went to Dinantou to bring a cloth bag to fill the corn, and later carried it to the bullock cart together.

As soon as he arrived at the southern end of the ground, he didn't see Gao Fugui's figure, but he saw a cart full of corn cobs. Just as he was wondering, he saw Gao Fugui coming out of the field with half a bag of corn on his shoulders. Old man Mu hurried over to pick him up. .

"Didn't I tell you to rest here?"

Gao Fugui smiled foolishly: "You are all working in the field, how can I have the nerve to rest, besides, I was paid."

It turned out that Gao Fugui was carrying the corn when Mu Li and the others were breaking the corn.

After they finished breaking the corn, Gao Fugui also shipped an ox cart.

Old man Mu looked at Gao Fugui who was a little silly, and then looked at his wrist, "Is your hand feeling better?"

Old man Mu thought that the wound on his hand was accidentally cut by a corn leaf, and worried that he was still bleeding right now.

"It's not bleeding anymore." Gao Fugui said with a smile.

Old man Mu wanted to tell him to pay more attention to the wound, but before he could say anything, he saw Mu Li coming out with a big bag full of corn.

The small body was bent over.

The old man Mu felt distressed and rushed over in a hurry.

"Girl, put it down quickly, Dad will carry it."

Gao Fugui was also taken aback, and sighed at Mu Li's strength.

When the surrounding villagers saw this, they all marveled at Mu Li's strength, thinking that she could even carry a wild boar, her strength was stronger than that of a grown man, and Mu Li could support their whole family by working alone.

It was another day for the villagers to envy Old Man Mu.

"Old Mu, you have a good daughter, she is strong, and works smoothly. Whoever marries your daughter will be happy in the future."

"Yes, Ah Li is worth ten."

No one doesn't like others to praise their children.

Old Man Mu is no exception.

He was full of joy, smiling so much that his teeth could not see his eyes. After being praised so much, he graciously invited everyone to his house for a drink. The villagers also knew that what Old Man Mu said was kind, so they smiled and did not answer. If so, continue to work on your own.

Mo San couldn't do too much physical work, so he was responsible for putting piles of corn into cloth bags, and Mu Li was responsible for carrying them.

Carry the last bag to the ground and put it on the bullock cart. The work at noon today is over.

When the four returned home, Mrs. Lin had already prepared lunch.

Xiao Muxuan is helping to clear the table in the main room.

Mrs. Zhang was also at her house, and she didn't go back at noon, so Mrs. Lin stayed here for dinner.

Mrs. Zhang was not too polite, and just took this opportunity to learn how to cook from Mrs. Lin and steal a few tricks.

She was at the side helping Mrs. Lin and lighting the fire. Mrs. Lin patiently taught her every step.

Although her cooking skills are not as good as her daughter's, it is enough for everyday meals.

Hearing the movement outside, knowing that the four of them had come back from the field, Mrs. Lin urged them to wash their hands and eat.

For lunch, they made shredded pork noodles with green peppers. Mrs. Lin also put two poached eggs in the bowls of the four of them. He said that the big guys must be exhausted after a busy morning. Eat more eggs and meat. physical strength.

Fry a few more side dishes.

Mu Li washed her hands, went to the stove and asked Mrs. Lin who was still serving noodles, "Mother, where is the portion for Mr. Liu?"

"It's on the chopping board." Mrs. Lin pointed at the chopping board, "You go to eat first, and I'll deliver Dr. Liu's after I finish filling these two bowls."

"It's okay, I'll go."

When he walked to the door with the bowls and chopsticks, Mu Li hesitated, looked left and right, and finally turned right.

When passing by the door of Meng's house, Mu Li saw Xue Datou was rubbing clothes under the sun in the yard, his little face was red from the sun, and his two little hands were rubbing there chaotically.

There was a lot of wetness on the chest.

From time to time, he touched his stomach.

There was a rush of coughing from Meng's room.

Mu Li looked around in the yard, but didn't see Xue Dahai's figure.

"Ah Li, where are you going?"

Su Shi looked at the noodle bowl in Mu Li's hand, and asked kindly.

Mu Li withdrew his gaze, put on a smiling face, "Bring food to my teacher."

Su Shi was taken aback: "Delivering food to Dr. Liu, why did you go this way?"

In the past, Mu Li used to take the road with the single-plank bridge, which was the closest to Liu Renzhong's house, but the road he took today was more than half a detour, so Su Shi only asked.

Mu Li laughed and said, "That bridge is too dangerous, I dare not walk on it often."

Su Shi nodded hurriedly: "Yes, there is flowing water under the bridge, and the bridge deck is narrow, if you accidentally fall, you will be finished."

Su's serious face said: "You should walk well in the future, don't take that bridge, they are all in the same village, and they are not far away."

Having said that, it is necessary to build a bridge over this river.

This river is a tributary of the Qingling River. It is the shortest way to go to the town, but because of the high cost of bridge repairs, the village cannot afford it, and the county can't take care of it. Later, for the convenience of walking, the villagers took Self-organized to build a single-plank bridge, but it is a single-plank bridge, which can only accommodate one person.

And it's dangerous.

Therefore, when the villagers went to the town to do errands, most of them took long detours.

Mu Li pointed to Meng's house, and asked in a low voice, "Aunt Su, is Uncle Dahai still working in the field at this point and not coming back?"

Su glanced at the yard, "Where are you going? Dahai has been going to the pier to work as an unloading worker since yesterday."

(End of this chapter)