Nongmen ruffian concubine: ploughing the fields, planting buns

Chapter 567 Like a Farmer
When they came to the lively forest, Ding Shitou and Zhao Jian had already arrived.

Zhao Jian followed Ding Shitou with a basket. Ding Shitou picked the fungus and threw it into the basket, but Zhao Jian was not allowed to reach out to pick it himself.

I was afraid that he would get hurt by rubbing his fingers against the rough bark.

Although Zhao Jian didn't think so, he didn't dare to force his daughter-in-law to agree, otherwise he would be the one who would suffer when he went back.

But following this way can also feel fun, so I don't care so much about it.

The teenagers saw Zhao Jian coming up the mountain with a natural expression and did not show any embarrassment. They all admired him from the bottom of their hearts. Coupled with the kindness of teaching, they respected this cousin very much.

Even if it was just a small joke between the words, the word "blind" was never mentioned.

In the past few months, no matter whether it is the resumption class or the enlightenment class, they have treated this cousin teacher with respect and understanding. How can there be any sense of ridicule?
It's no wonder that Ding Shitou turned cold when Li Wenshi said "blind man".

Zhao Jian didn't deal with the villagers on a daily basis, but he became very familiar with the teenagers. When he came among them, the previous unhappiness disappeared and he became happier.

This piece has not been picked by others, so the fungus production is very abundant. Ding Shitou picked half of the basket in a short time. Looking at Jiang Huzi who put fungus in Xiaofu's back basket from time to time, he couldn't help laughing secretly.

There is no one who is so courteous.

Looking at the Ling Dang sisters, the performance of the young boys was even more ridiculous. The two sisters had already filled their small baskets, and they begged them for help.

Ding Shitou didn't care about them either. It's a good thing for younger sisters to be popular, as long as it doesn't affect their attitude towards choosing a husband in the future. Anyway, they are all simple and honest peasant boys, so he is not afraid of them imitating the bad.

"Cousin, let's rest over there." Ding Shitou helped Zhao Jian to turn around, and walked to a flatter open space, where there was a small stool she had brought in the back basket.

Zhao Jian also changed into a short shirt when he went out, and now he sat on the small stool, how could he still have the image of a son?

Li Kan and Han Yiqing looked at their master who was about to become a farmer, feeling sour in their hearts.

The clothes Ding Shitou made for Zhao Jian this year included good materials and ordinary materials, and the short shirts made of ordinary materials looked like a farmer.

When she was planting vegetables before, she took him to the field. She didn't know how to cut the vegetables well and was afraid of hurting him, so she led him to water them, and scooped up the water to the bottom of the vegetable seedlings.

It is precisely after experiencing such a farm life that he behaves more calmly now.

Ding Shitou took off two bamboo tubes from his waist, one was filled with clean water for washing hands, and the other was filled with new tea.She handed the tea pot to Zhao Jian, and poured water to wash her hands.

Picking fungus was just a way, and she didn't need to sell dried goods for money now, she just took this opportunity to go to the mountain with Zhao Jian to relax.

So after washing her hands, she drank a few sips of tea, squatted beside Zhao Jian, suddenly took out a bamboo flute, and played it leisurely.

The originally noisy forest suddenly became quiet, and all the teenagers looked at Ding Shitou curiously and enviously.

Last year, he knew that the boss played the flute, but he said that the key point of the imperial examination is reading, and he doesn't need to learn music now, so as not to be distracted.

In order not to let them worry about it, he only blew it a few times, but never taught them once.

Seeing her blowing again now, and they had just passed the imperial examination for children, they couldn't help but feel a little bit of anticipation in their hearts.

If you learn to play the flute, you will have a pastime when you are tired from studying.

(End of this chapter)