Traveled into the chronicle and was pampered by a reckless man

Chapter 66 No.60 Six Three Free Laborers

"What's exciting?" Scar asked again.

"The state is governed by state laws, and Taoism has its own rules. If I beat the three of you alone today and win the fight, you will have to give me three days of free labor."

"What if you lose?"

"It's up to you. If you want to kill or cut, you will never fight back." Zhou Chunhe laughed.

Scar looked at Zhou Chunhe, and then at the two brothers beside him. He is physically strong. Although the two brothers have been malnourished for a long time, three-on-one is still no problem, right?
It can be said that the sense of accomplishment of collecting protection fees for a long time made him make a wrong judgment on his own strength, so he nodded heavily, "Just do as you say, if you lose, you have to kneel in the morning market Kowtow three times to me."

Zhou Chunhe squinted at him, "It's a deal."

Scar pulled the two younger brothers over, whispering to each other.

Zhou Chunhe also moved his wrists and ankles. He hadn't moved his hands for a long time, and he was almost suffocated.

"bring it on!"

"Ah..." Three people ran towards him.

10 minutes later……

Zhou Chunhe walked towards the three people lying on the ground, kicked a wooden stick with his foot, and walked forward.

"Don't, don't, we admit defeat!" Dao Scar hesitated.

"Remember our bet?" Zhou Chunhe put the stick on his hand and padded it.

"Three-day coolie, tell us what you want us to do, but it's agreed, it can't be illegal." Scar said with his head in his arms.

"Heh, those words come out of your mouth. It's not a pleasant feeling." Zhou Chunhe smiled, and stretched the stick towards the scar, "Get up, follow me."

"Can I ask, what do you want us to do?"

"Cut the rice."

"Cut rice?" The three exclaimed.

"Well, cut the rice." Zhou Chunhe was very happy.

His family's little rice, with these three people, is guaranteed to be the first to complete the construction of Wangjiaba Village.

Fight a fight and get three free laborers, this is a good deal!
"Listen to two points. First, I don't provide food, so you have to bring your own dry food. Second, if someone asks, you should say that you are my friend who volunteered to help."

"Boss, my mother also told me to go home and cut the rice." The younger brother cried.

"Shut up, don't embarrass me." Scar taught.

Seeing that everyone was quiet, Zhou Chunhe continued, "Do you have money?"

"A little, not much."

"That's enough, go buy some steamed buns and sesame cakes, this is your lunch." Zhou Chunhe pointed to a breakfast shop in front of him.

The daughter-in-law was already tired enough cooking for three people, and he couldn't bear her to be even more tired.

Zhou Chunhe put his bicycle in the repair shop for repairs, and made an appointment to pick it up the next day.

Just like that, four people, with two bicycles, rode towards Wangjiaba Village mightily.

Zhou Chunhe directly took the man to his rice field, without a single word of greeting, he went straight to work.

The three of them worked very hard, as if to prove that although they couldn't beat him in a fight, they were still moral.

It's just that the two little brothers would occasionally be in a trance. They were obviously eating soup noodles on the side of the road, so why did they end up in the rice field, holding a sickle to cut rice for others?

It can only be said that life is impermanent, and the large intestine wraps the small intestine.

Mrs. Zhou was cutting the rice at the other end, and the rice in front of her eyes fell down by itself in the next second, which startled her a lot, and she muttered something, begging the Bodhisattva to bless her.

At first glance, it was his son standing in front of her, looking silly at her.

"When did you come down? It's scary." Mrs. Zhou patted her chest.

"Mother, if you are tired, take a rest." Zhou Chunhe said.

"Hmph, to put it lightly, I'll rest, you let your wife come?" Mrs. Zhou said jealously.

"That can't be done." Zhou Chunhe smiled, "I called someone to help."

"Dear me, I said, why does this rice grain fall by itself, do you still have friends?" Mrs. Zhou said in surprise.

"Who doesn't have a friend anymore, friend, do you think so?" Zhou Chunhe called out to three people not far away.

"Yes, we are Zhou Chunhe's friends, and we are here to cut rice for him." After speaking, the three of them buried their heads in hard work again.

Mrs. Zhou pulled her son aside vigorously, "Is it really your friend?"

"True than gold."

"God, I have finally enjoyed my son's blessing." Mrs. Zhou put the sickle in Zhou Chunhe's hand, "I'll go back to cook, and I must greet your friends well."

"No, they brought their own dry food." Zhou Chunhe said.

"What kind of fairy and bodhisattva friend is this?" Mrs. Zhou opened her eyes.

"My friend is always reasonable. You can go back and help Jiang Lv cook. You don't have to be theirs."

"Okay, mother understands." Mrs. Zhou took the meat and vegetables bought by Zhou Chunhe and slipped back.

"Friends, work harder." Zhou Chunhe shouted slogans.

Others only saw a field on Zhou Chunhe's side, and it took half a day to cut it. Just as they were puzzled, they saw four men working in the field. For a while, they were envious, jealous, and jealous.

Zhou Chunhe told the three of them a few words, and then went home to carry the threshing machine.

He wasn't afraid of them running away, because he had a hunch they wouldn't.

Besides, even if he misreads, he has nothing to lose.

On the way back, he went to the second master's field and told him not to worry, he would come to help him when he was done.

"Don't come, I don't want to hear your mother nagging." Second Master said.

"Aren't your ears bad? You just treat her as farting after eating too many sweet potatoes."

"This child, how can you talk about your mother like that."

"Old man, take it easy, the threshing machine will be used by you when I run out."

"Understood." After the second master finished speaking, he bent down to cut the rice again.

Jiang Lvzheng tried to light the fire for the ninth time, only to get up and put it out again.There is a pile of dead matchsticks under my feet, the straw is also used up, and the frustration is full.

"Lu'er, let me tell you, Chunhe called a friend..." Mrs. Zhou couldn't help but said before entering the kitchen, but she saw her daughter-in-law sitting there with a frustrated face, "This is a fight with myself." Fight, and still lose?"

"Mom, what did you just say?" Jiang Lu asked, continuing to light the fire.

"Don't light it, let me do it." Mrs. Zhou snatched the matchbox from Jiang Lu's hand, and there were only a few matches left.

Finally got it.

"Look, how difficult is it? How did your mother raise you up like this?" Mrs. Zhou was dissatisfied. If it was an item, she would order it back.

"My mother is not as diligent and thrifty as you in managing the house." Jiang Lu gave a rainbow fart.

"It's not that I'm so virtuous." Mrs. Zhou twitched a bit, "Forget it, let's cook quickly, Chunhe is back."

"What did you just say he brought his friends?" Jiang Lu exhaled from the bottom of his heart, and mourned for the matchsticks on the ground for three seconds.

"He cut the rice for us, and he brought his own dry food, saying that he didn't need to worry about the rice."

"Is that good? Do you know him?"

"I don't know him. I'm very surprised that he has friends, but who cares, I think they are good at cutting rice, and they don't care about food, but let's take care of the tea, otherwise people will say that we don't understand etiquette. "Zhou Pozi really virtuous said.

Jiang Lu held back her laughter, this old lady is acting like a good-looking lady after getting a good deal.

But why didn't she know such a good friend?

　Comrade Gouwa has thoroughly implemented the famous saying of relying on friends when going out!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)