Abandoned Peasant Woman: Farming With a Cute Baby

The thought that there are still a lot of rice grains to harvest, Zhao Baoshan's chest becomes a little bored.

Seeing Zhao Wenshi who was taking a shower on the side, Zhao Baoshan asked in passing, "Boss, how is your harvest of the rice in a few acres of land?"

Zhao Wenshi replied, "Tianhu and I are harvesting, and it will come sooner, almost half of the harvest!"

Zhao Baoshan nodded, and when the two of them got up to work, they were almost a little bit close, but they were almost half of the money.

His old body and the speed at which he can do work are a bit worse than Zhao Wenshi and Zhao Tianhu.

"Ahem~" Zhao Baoshan coughed violently.

Zhao Wenshi hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Father, what's wrong with you, your body is uncomfortable?"

"I don't know what's wrong, my chest is stuffy, and I feel a little uncomfortable for these two days!" Zhao Baoshan said truthfully.

Zhao Wenshi frowned, and then persuaded him, "Father, if you feel uncomfortable, you can rest for a few days. Don't go to the fields to harvest rice these days."

Zhao Baoshan shook his head and said, "How can this work? In case the weather changes one day, the rice will not be soaked by the rain if the rice is not collected. Take it back home early and be safe!"

"But Dad, your body is not good..."

After all, Zhao Baoshan is also Zhao Wenshi's father, Zhao Wenshi is not filial, but he has a little conscience.

Zhao Baoshan thought for a while, and discussed with Zhao Wenshi, "Boss, or else, you helped Dad harvest the remaining rice..."

Before Zhao Baoshan finished speaking, Feng Changxia jumped out and replied unhappily, "Father, my Tianlong father and Tianhu also have to work hard to harvest the rice at home. Where did the kung fu help you harvest. "

Zhao Baoshan's face sank. Seeing Feng Changxia saying this, he didn't want to say the remaining half sentence.

Zhao Wenshi was worried about Zhao Baoshan’s physical condition, so he was weak, "Why don't I wait for Tianhu and I to cut the rice at home to help Dad harvest it..."

Feng Changxia poked Zhao Wenshi with her arm crutcher, then glared at Zhao Wenshi, and said in her mouth, "Where did you come from? We are tired of harvesting the rice, and you feel so tired and sore. You rest on the bed. It's a long time, you have so much energy to help others harvest rice?"

Zhao Wenshi suddenly felt a little bit embarrassed.

He wanted to help Zhao Baoshan harvest rice, but he was afraid that Feng Changxia would be angry, and thinking that cutting rice is really time-consuming, he had to give up.

Zhao Baoshan snorted slightly, disappointed with the people in Dafang.

When encountering a good thing, I just want to take advantage, but when I encounter this kind of thing, I keep pushing it away for fear of losing money.

At this time, Zhao Wentao came over and heard the dialogue between Zhao Baoshan and Zhao Wenshi Fangcai, and said, "Father, there is not much leftover from the rice cut in my family. When I finish cutting, I will cut it for you!"

Zhao Baoshan's sight fell on Zhao Wentao.

I silently praised Zhao Wentao. The sons in the family saved the elders and the fourth. After experiencing these things, the contrast became more and more obvious.

Zhao Baoshan nodded and replied, "Well, fourth, then you can help me harvest a few acres of rice. After harvesting, you can eat the rice by yourself, don’t give it to me! Now we save I spent a lot of money to buy grain to eat. I was only going to harvest it because I was afraid of wasting it. Since it was handed to you, the grain would not be considered a waste."