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Chapter 83 A battle about dignity

The rice waves are rolling and the sun is scorching.

The golden rice fields stretch as far as the eye can see.

The local farmers are already harvesting rice in full swing, and the threshing machines are also rumbling non-stop, creating a busy scene.

Wu Feng and others stood beside the field, feeling that the boundless golden color was dazzling in the sun.

Lei Wanfu was also working and didn't know what was going on at home. He saw Wu Feng standing on the field with a white face. He put down his work and walked over. He smiled, revealing two rows of big white teeth on his dark face. "Why are you here? You're not feeling well yet. You should rest more at home! Is Taoya being naughty and disturbing you?"

When Tao Ya was mentioned, Wu Feng's expression became even worse.

Meng Yulin stood up and said, "He is bored staying at home. He might as well go out to work. He will get better faster and just sweat."

The simple Lei Wanfu thought this was a good idea. Sometimes he would get better by sweating like this when he was sick. He looked at Meng Yulin and the other three people with surprise, "Are you guys also students from the city?" He remembered that he was not These people were not received.

"Yes, but we live in the county." Meng Yulin replied hurriedly.

Zaizhi nodded vigorously, she just didn't know how to answer...

Lei Wanfu looked at Wu Feng's thin body again, wondering if he should find an easier job for him, when he saw the little boy among them rushing into the rice field, shouting "Work, I am No" .1."

Lei Wanfu:? ?Can you work?

Looking again, the thin and gentle young man in his eyes roared angrily and followed the little boy.

It has to be said that there is a market for cute babies at all times.Zailiu won the favor of everyone in the audience, young and old.

With his white, tender and soft face, anyone who passes by him can't help but pinch it. He also loves to laugh, and has a pair of big twinkling eyes. Whoever teases him, he will smile and smile. Sweet, grandparents, uncles, aunts and sisters, all calling him non-stop, just like that, who doesn’t like him?
The most important thing is that this kid is so capable!
He looks like he is three years old, or at most four years old. The sickle in his hand looks taller than others, and he can actually learn it properly.

He said sweetly, "Grandpa, cut it for me and I'll be fine."

The adults were just teasing him, and showed him the real cutting, but who knows, this child really started to cut the rice in an orderly manner after just one glance, which shocked the people around him, such a small child, you can't let him Dry, what should I do if I cut my hand?
Meng Yulin also had the same idea. Even after stopping for a long time, he could not stop Zai Liu's happy labor rhythm. On the other side, Zai Zhi, who was wearing red, also took a sickle and started working hard.

For her, all this is very novel: it turns out that this is how she got the white and fat rice that she eats every day.

She also chatted with the aunt next to her. The aunt directly taught her about the life of rice, and she listened with great interest.

No one can stop the enthusiasm of the two siblings for working. On the contrary, both Wu Feng and Meng Yulin were made a little embarrassed by the foil.

Meng Yulin was better, but Wu Feng started sweating profusely within 10 minutes of arriving, and couldn't breathe looking at his red hands.

Everyone was considerate that he was a city man coming to work on his first day, and that he was still sick, so they all advised him not to do it. When he saw the little dumpling next to him was having a great time working, the adults around him were not as agile as he was. He was heartbroken and started to huff and puff again and continue cutting.

Starting at noon, the sun became extremely scorching. Wu Feng felt that he could almost hear the sound of his skin being burned and bursting with oil. His back was so painful that he couldn't straighten up. Many times, he wanted to stop. Rest, but as long as he had this thought, he would unconsciously look at the little dumpling with the corner of his eyes, and saw that he seemed to be tireless, and he was still swinging the sickle vigorously...

Can he admit defeat?

impossible!It is impossible to admit defeat in this life!
This is a battle about dignity!

So, for the sake of dignity, the boy in the second grade of middle school tired himself down for the first time. He really got down. When night fell, someone shouted "call it a day" and he fell down in response to the harvested rice field.
(End of this chapter)