Mao Sheng was distressed, and shouted at Xingzai, what's the matter, are you crazy, how can you hoe the ground like this. This rice is also a life. It's so bad, but it's a pity that it's not.

Xingzi pouted and said, isn't it just a seedling, it's worth your shouting.

Maosheng replied, is this a seedling? This is peanuts, peanut oil, and life. You've poured water into your brain, why don't you know how to cherish it?

Xingzi Qidao, why are you still endless. The nagging is just like the old mother, and she doesn't know whether people are annoying or not.

As he spoke, he threw the hoe in his hand unintentionally, ready to rest. Who knew that the force was greater, and the hoe's whole body flew out horizontally, and a sweep of thousands of troops swept away. A haggard seedling on the ridge was beaten and the flowers flowed.

Maosheng held back the smouldering fire for many days, and was finally detonated by Xingzai's rude and unreasonable actions. He scolded, you don't know what to do. Raising you so big, you can't even say a few words. Do you want to ride a and pee on your neck. If you want to work, you have to do it honestly. If you don't want to do it, get home as soon as possible. I can't afford you, so I can't do it.

Xingzi is not afraid of Maosheng at all. He shot back, "Go back, who wants to do this chore." With that, he turned around and left, leaving Mao Sheng alone in the field of the wilderness.

At noon, no one cooked at home. The two of them ate a little bit of food in a daze, and then each lay down on his bed to rest. Thinking that Mao Sheng was so angry that he couldn't sleep, he tossed and turned around on the bed, and sighed from time to time.

Xingzi was also very disturbed, and he couldn't hear Maosheng's movements lightly and heavily. He simply got up, braved the scorching sun at noon, and ran to the river outside the village to hide in the water for a while.

At this time, Xingzi is squatting in the crystal clear river water, letting the slowly flowing water surface rub against his slender neck, comfortable and refreshing. This section of the riverbed is the place where Maolin and Maoxiang fought for the full moon. Gradually, Apricot seems to have forgotten the unhappiness of the morning. He couldn't help but stretch out his sinful black hand to his lower body again, imagining the image in his dream, and rubbing his hot lower body that had already erected very unproductively.

That dream is a secret that Xingzi is ashamed to tell, and no one dares to tell it. In his dreams, Xingzi always thinks of himself as a bird and learns how a bird flutters its wings. He waved his arms urgently, thinking, I'm going to fly. Sure enough, his body swayed off the ground, like a clumsy bird, desperately chasing Xue'e in front of him wearing a floral gown and carrying a basket, but he couldn't catch up. At this time, you will see Maolin coming. He was only wearing a gray-blue gown, naked, running with the purple-black ugly but big and hard ** stick, and hugged Xue'e desperately. In an instant, the two of them turned into a pile of white flowers again, writhing and rolling in the field, but without the slightest sound, as if they were showing a silent movie. Xingzi was in a hurry, wanting to shout but couldn't make a sound. Sweating profusely, he woke up, and his lower body was already wet and slippery.

This dream always comes up every now and then. Same beginning, same ending, but with a slight change in the process in between. Sometimes, it's the woods running with their big heads. Sometimes, it's Zhenshu running with a goatee on his thin chin. They all hugged Xue'e tightly, twisting and rolling into a pile of white flowers. [End of Chapter]