I'll pull it~, I'll pull it......

I'm a mother~, how can this grass grow so much.

Zhuang Zihao pulled out for an hour and cleared half of the weeds.

He stood up, propped his hands on his waist, twisted from side to side a few times, and gently patted his small waist with his already dirty hands.

This waist is so sore!

This farm work is really not human, I have only been working for an hour, this waist is sore, I really don't know how my father endured taking care of so many fields every day.

He looked at the uncles who were working in their own fields, and he felt so admirable!

His father came back with water, and saw his stupid son standing there looking around, his two dirty little hands on his little waist and massaging it up and down, left and right.

He couldn't help but shake his head amusedly.

"I'm tired~" Zhuang Yi carried the burden and gently put the bucket on the ground.

"Dad, you're back~" Zhuang Zihao looked at his father who put down the bucket and said.

"My son is not tired, this is nothing compared to my father. Dad used to do so much work by himself. ”

"It's good that you're not tired~"

"Well, how much grass is still unfinished...... Zhuang Yi asked with a smile as he looked at his stupid son who was getting dirty.

"Dad, it's almost over, in addition to one acre of land when you leave, my son will stand on two and a half acres."

"Well, there is still one and a half acres of land to be removed, and it would be good to give my son half an hour younger."

"I'll help you carry water when my son finishes removing it."

Zhuang Zihao said to his father in a calculated manner.

"Okay, son, you're going to be faster. Otherwise, I won't be able to catch up with the water for my father. ”

Zhuang Yi joked about his son.

"Uh-huh, okay dad~"

"Daddy went to water the wheat field first, you can keep trying......"

"Dad, go ahead, my son will continue to pull weeds."

After speaking, Zhuang Zihao continued to squat down, looking at the weeds in the soil, his hands kept pulling, and the pulled grass was put aside and piled aside, waiting for all the weeds in the field to be pulled out, and then they were all taken out and placed in the open space outside, and the sun dried them.

The weeds in the ground, they all pulled out the open ground and let the sun dry, because the weeds are too easy to survive, if you throw them away, these weeds are not easy to die, and they will take root in the ground and continue to survive.

Therefore, the people who work are leaving the grass to dry in the air, which can also be used as a trigger for the fire, which burns quickly, and is most suitable for burning the fire with wood. When these weeds are dry, every family will carry them home in a large basket, and it will not be troublesome, just by the way, there is no need to go to the mountains to find dead leaves, dead grass or something that ignites the fire.

It's not safe to go up the mountain, so most of the women in the village love to use the dried weeds. Although it is not resistant to burning and occupies an area, it is better than going up the mountain to cut firewood often, and you have to worry about being afraid of being afraid of wild beasts.

Another half hour passed......

Zhuang Zihao stood up and looked at the last weed in the field in his hand. Finally breathed a sigh of relief.

This pulling weeds is really not human, this is now the legs are numb, the waist is sore, and the arms are almost unconscious.

Then he looked at his hands, which were covered with mud and weed juice, which were all dirty, and then at his clothes, pants and shoes, which had been stained by the dew this morning, and the dirt on the waist of his clothes, which covered his paw prints.

He stretched his waist and looked around, but he didn't see his father, he should have gone to fetch water.

He moved again, and the weeds he had piled up in the field hadn't been picked up yet, so it couldn't be in vain.

He didn't bother to get baskets or anything, but just looked for his weeds in the field, and then held the grass until he couldn't hold it anymore, and then he came out of the wheat field and went to the weed-drying clearing.

When he arrived at the place, he broke up the weeds and spread them on the ground, so that it was easier to dry, and he ran back and forth more than a dozen times before he picked up the weeds, which was also a loss of his strength, and tied up the weeds and carried them with both hands, which was much better than his initial hugging and walking, which greatly improved his work speed.

So, it's a brain, he thought.

After finishing this last bundle of grass, he looked at the weeds on the ground sweating, which was full of accomplishment.

He thought that the weeding work had finally been done!

It was time to help his father carry water, thinking that his father should carry water back, and he also ran to his wheat field.

Sure enough, as he expected, he saw his father watering there from afar.

Half of the five acres of land have been watered, and his father is fast enough!

Because their wheat field is 800 meters away from the nearest river, don't look at it much, but there are also 1,600 meters back and forth, and they can only pick up one load of water at a time, that is, there are only two buckets of water, but two buckets of water are only enough to water one-tenth of an acre of land.

So watering the ground is really a time-consuming, laborious and laborious job.

"Dad, I've cleaned up all the weeds in the field, and now I'm left to water the ground."

His father looked at his son who had returned from the clearing and continued to water it.

"Well, my son is really good today, let your mother get you more meat for lunch in a while. Treat yourself well. ”

"Really, Dad, that's great."

"My son loves meat the most, although my son has more strength, but he is hungry fast, if he doesn't eat meat, he will be hungry faster, and the taste of hunger is really uncomfortable......"

Zhuang Yi looked at the stupid son who was jumping up excitedly and thought, is your strength a little bigger, is this a little, is this strength a little bit?

Don't you have a little count in mind......

Zhuang Yi is also envious of his son's brute strength.

Who doesn't have a hero dream in his heart, thinking that he himself was also thinking about learning kung fu, and then going to the rivers and lakes to rob the rich and help the poor, it is best to come to a hero to save the beauty, and to wander the world or something, but who would have thought that everything would become a dream, who would have thought that he would finally come to such a remote mountain village, and marry a wife and have children here.

"Alas!" Zhuang Yi sighed

I don't know how E-niang is now, and I don't know if my brother has taken good care of my mother. But he couldn't go back, unless they could find him, or he would have to spend the rest of his life in this little village chief.

But even so, he never regretted the choice he made, as long as his mother could live well, but he didn't care......

It's just a pity that Hui Niang and the children have been affected, so I can only follow me to live this poor life, which should have been ......

Alas, don't mention it!

Let's live the life you have now......

"Daddy!"

"Daddy~"

"Huh? Dad, what's wrong? ”

Zhuang Zihao looked at his father who was distracted, and shook his hand in front of his father.

Well.

Still haven't come back to your senses......

"Dad, wake up, what do you want~"

"You shouldn't be able to call you?"

"Well, it's fine." Zhuang Yi came back to his senses and looked at his son.

Even the youngest son is so old, and he is also a bitter child, so he has to think about the family at such a young age, and he has to follow me to do this farm work.

He should have lived in the courtyard of the mansion, served by maids and servants, and this should have been the age of play.

That's it......

"Dad, my son went to fetch water, and when I came out today, I brought three small wooden barrels suitable for my use, hehe~" Zhuang Zihao was funny thinking about his small wooden barrel.

He carried three small wooden barrels, one on his back, and two on his back. Three buckets of water add up to more than his father's bucket and a half of water, but it's not bad, because his family knows that he is powerful, but they can't let the villagers know that they still need to hide it.

The people in the village now just think that his strength is not as good as that of the young men in the family, which is already very powerful.

So he can't be exaggerated, just three small wooden barrels are already the limit that can be accepted by the villagers, after all, Zhuang Zihao is too small. If he was older, it would be about the same, so he could do more work for his father.

"Go ahead, be careful on the road, and don't fall down when you have to fetch water, pay attention to safety."

He knew his son's true strength, and he didn't feel that there was anything to let his son carry water like this. After all, his son has too much strength, and the water he is carrying now is completely trivial to him, and he may feel too light. (ಥ_ಥ is really envious!) ）