Abandoned Peasant Woman: Farming With a Cute Baby

Zhao Wentao glanced at Feng Changxia's ugly face, knowing that her sister-in-law felt uncomfortable, and sighed slightly without saying anything.

In fact, he didn't want to occupy the grain of those acres, after all, it did take a lot of money.

But Zhao Baoshan said, he had no choice but to follow Zhao Baoshan's decision.

Feng Changxia always kept a cold face when the people in the big room had lunch together. She also didn't want to look at her face, just thinking that it was a pity that she missed such a big deal in vain.

Originally, Jinju took the spoon, and the food on a table was still delicious, but Feng Changxia couldn't eat a bite.

Feeling uncomfortable, indifferent to the delicious food.

Feng Changxia held the rice bowl without moving, and sighed deeply, "Hey, what should I do now? How many acres of grain, so that the four rooms have earned nothing. We have nothing. I got it..."

Looking at Feng Changxia's painful face, Zhao Wenshi sipped a glass of wine, then put down the glass and said, "Okay, what can I do if I have already given Sifang? There is no regret medicine in this world. If you didn't Stop me and let me cut the rice for my father. Isn't the grain in these acres of fields the same as our big house?"

It's okay for Zhao Wenshi not to say, but Feng Changxia's heart hurts even more.

"How do I know, if I knew you just begged me not to let you do it, I wouldn't!"

"·······" Zhao Wenshi smiled and pecked a glass of wine again, "So, sometimes don’t think that you don’t do anything if you suffer. The more you are afraid of suffering, the more you suffer. Didn’t it make a profit this time?"

The corners of Feng Changxia's mouth twitched, and she replied displeasedly, "I know, I know!"

Saying this, Feng Changxia still doesn't want to suffer.

Some depressed after eating this meal, Feng Changxia washed up early and went to bed.

And Zhao Wentao and Zhao Baoshan still chatted a few words.

He can harvest the millet in the four-bedroom rice field by himself, and he can also help harvest the several acres of Zhao Baoshan. But Zhao Wentao, the rice seed in the Erfang field, found that he hadn't moved yet.

If the rice of a few acres of land is not harvested, is it possible to discard it like this?

Today's food prices must be expensive, and a few acres of land are worth a lot of money.

It happened that Zhao Wenshui was still lying on the bed after being injured for the second time. He didn't mean to get up at all, let alone harvesting the rice in the field.

"Father, the second brother's several acres of paddy fields should also be harvested. Second brother is unwilling to get up and harvesting like this. What can I do?" Zhao Wentao asked Zhao Baoshan to see if Zhao Baoshan could come up with an idea.

Zhao Baoshan twisted his brows and snorted, "Of course he harvests the rice in his paddy field. Is it possible to count on others to help him harvest?

After so many days of wounds in the bed, I think I should be able to raise the same, so I can go to work! "

"Father, I'm afraid that the second brother is unwilling. If you want to get up early, you won't have to move. If you delay for a few days, if it rains, these rice grains will be useless.

Although the second brother’s several acres of paddy fields were not taken care of and the harvest was not as good as others’, but at least a little grain could be collected. He and Tianyu had more rations, and life was better. "

Zhao Baoshan nodded, "Fourth old man, you are right. The grain is so easy to grow, and it cannot be wasted. I'll talk about him and let him get up and harvest rice."