Ye Sultan didn't reason with her, took a step back, and watched her operate seriously. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

I saw Kapok lift the hoe high, and the top of the head had the momentum of going back, and then smashed it down very hard, and the result was that all the iron pieces of the hoe were buried in the soil, and the dead grass and life were cut off.

It turns out that this is the case, the amplitude of the hoe she just lifted is too small, it can only be regarded as a slight lift, and the strength is not enough, the most important thing is that Kapok uses waist strength, and she uses wrist strength, so the effect achieved is completely different.

Finding the root of the problem, Ye Sultan couldn't wait to experiment, grabbed the hoe, lifted the hoe over his head in the same way as Kapok, and then smashed it down with all his might. Hey, it's really much better, although the hoe didn't all sink into the soil, but there was less than a fifth left, and the grass roots were also cut off by her.

"Cairen, your body is still weak, this kind of heavy work, just the slave and maid." Seeing that Ye Sultan started to hoe again, Kapok hurriedly stopped it.

"I'll come, and there you stand." I just got interested, how could I just stop like this.

"Cairen, this kind of heavy work, you can't eliminate it, slave and maid, come on." Kapok stood there and shouted anxiously. I didn't dare to come forward and grab it.

Who knew that Ye Sultan didn't listen to it at all, ignored it at all, and continued to pick up the hoe and struggle, and the more he worked, the more energetic he became.

It didn't take long for Ye Sultan's forehead to be covered with sweat, his back clip was even more soaked, and his hand to lift the hoe became more and more difficult.

Seeing this, Kapok was distressed to death, and hurriedly ran to the kitchen to bring a bowl of water to Ye Sultan.

Ye Sultan obediently put down the hoe, took the bowl tremblingly, and walked to the chair and sat down.

This kind of work is really not done by ordinary people, she has only been hoeing for a few minutes, and she feels sweaty, and her limbs are sore and weak. After all, she is still a weak woman.

And the kapok standing among the grass was secretly raising his eyes to look at Sultan Ye at this moment.

She, the master, has really changed a lot, her temperament is much more cheerful, and she treats her better, as if she is 。。。。。。 I became very able to endure hardships, too.

These are all good things, though.

Thinking of this, Kapok put his previous doubts behind, picked up the sickle next to him, and began to cut the withered yellow grass by roots.

"Would it be better to cut the grass?" Ye Sultan asked curiously.

"Hui Cairen, yes, cut the grass and receive it all in a pile, and set it on fire, and the remaining ash is a good fertilizer. Moreover, the weeds on it are cut, leaving only the grass roots, and it is also convenient to dig up, unlike just now, you have to cut off the dead grass on it every time you dig, which is easy to injure your hands, and the soil dug out will not be on the weeds, and it is not easy to deal with it later. "Kapok has very neat hands and feet, and soon cut a vacant field.

Then, she put down the sickle, picked up the hoe, and showed it to Ye Sultan.

Ye Sultan listened carefully, and his eyes kept on Kapok's movements. It didn't take long for her to understand. I can't help but sigh that Confucius is right, you can really learn a lot by asking questions without shame.

"It turns out that hoeing also has so much knowledge, and I really learned it."

"It's important to say that these are the experiences of farmers that have been passed down from generation to generation, not some university questions."

Ye Sultan shook his head when he heard this, disapproving, "This is a bad statement, these experiences are more practical than those useless knowledge, at least the farmers can rely on it to support themselves." ”

After speaking, Ye Sultan got up, walked over and picked up the sickle, and began to cut the withered grass in the same way as Kapok, although the movements were rusty and the speed was much slower. However, with every cut and looking at the grass in his hands, Ye Sultan felt a sense of accomplishment. She had never done these things in her previous life, and although she was really tired just now, she really enjoyed the process.

Soon noon came, and after a busy morning, their record was a quarter of the entire yard, and the soil that had been turned over was very loose and moist, and at a glance it was fertile soil.