Apricot has no intention of cutting wheat. He deliberately slowed down, intent on hearing the quarrel between the two clearly, and paying attention to the final fate of Daddy Maoxiang.

Mao Sheng is not convinced, and you know, he will not come to the point of desperation, and he will not intercede with me. Besides, if he weren't my own brother, I wouldn't have bothered you. It's not impossible. broke the bones and tendons, and asked outsiders to watch the fight in their own homes, so that they laughed off their big teeth, and our faces couldn't hold it.

Xylophone blocked him and said, whether the development of the factory is important, or the interests of our small family are important, you have to distinguish clearly. If you don't understand, don't pretend to be a murderer here. As long as the factory can be run well, this face can be worth a few dollars.

Shigeru seems to be really angry. He left a sentence, what do you think, you weigh it, don't offend your own family, just be alone. After that, Mao Sheng no longer helped her with her work, but waved the sickle in his hand with all his might, cut off the pieces of wheat with a "swish", and rushed forward as hard as he could. Soon, he left the xylophone far behind. When passing by Xingzi's side, he took a few rows of wheat in Xingzi's share under his own name, which was equivalent to silently aiding Xingzi who was still uncertain.

Xingzai's heart was a little cool, which was in stark contrast to the hot breath around him. He tried his best to pretend that he didn't know anything, hunched over, buried his face deep in the wheat field, and was busy with the work in his hands. The spiky wheat swept across his face and arms, leaving a rosy mark on his tender skin. He didn't seem to feel the itching pain caused by Mai Mang's brush, and his mind was in a state of confusion, not knowing who he was distracting from. He can also understand the difficulties of the xylophone, and he is also very aware of the fate that Mao Xiang will face. However, if he thinks about Xylophone, he will be tantamount to completely abandoning his father Mao Xiang and worrying about his future future. If you avenge Mao Xiang's grievances, it will be tantamount to completely betraying the xylophone that regards him as his own, and he is very unbearable in his heart.

It was at such a moment when the mind was uncertain and it was difficult to concentrate, that the sickle in the right hand quickly slashed along the wheat straw to the left hand holding the wheat. A chill slid through his arm, and a faint pain immediately spread throughout his body. He let out an involuntary exclamation, and the scythe in his hand fell to the ground. His left hand was already covered with flesh and blood. Red blood gushed out and dripped down the palm of his hand onto the dry ground.

Mao Sheng, who had just rushed over, turned his head and exclaimed, What's the matter, Xingzai, did you cut it?

Xingzi held back the pain and fear, and replied in a trembling voice, It's okay, a little bit of skin has been cut, it's not in the way.

Mao Sheng still walked over uneasily. Seeing that the blood was constantly gushing out of Xingzai's palm, he was so frightened that he threw down the sickle in his hand, ran over and pinched his wrist, but in his eagerness he couldn't find the cloth rope that tied the wound. At this time, the xylophone also saw the appearance of the apricot boy. She hurriedly beckoned Ye'er in the distance and asked if there was a handkerchief or something. Several people rushed over. Ye'er took out the handkerchief in his pocket and handed it to Maosheng. Mao Sheng hurriedly tied the wound tightly, and even said, I have to hurry up to find the National Day. Xylophone pulled Xingzai's arm and was about to walk towards the village, but Xingzai struggled to break free. [End of Chapter]