Looking at Liu Ya's clear eyes that were like a night spring, and clearly seeing the nervousness and anxiety in them for fear of being disliked, Liu Ye pursed her lips and did not speak.

"I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid at all!" The girl also pursed her lips, a rare stubbornness. And this sentence of lack of confidence, I don't know if I am comforting myself or convincing others.

Liu Ye himself didn't know what psychology it was, knowing that the inferiority complex in Liu Ya's temperament was already about to move at this time, but before turning around, he still spit out the words that made the girl's face suddenly pale, "What is Lord Wei's identity, what is his identity, can't you see clearly?" If Lord Wei liked it, he wouldn't have said goodbye at the beginning. Such a big man, if he wants to marry a wife, he can marry a young lady, how can he want an unclean woman to accompany him. ”

When she turned around, out of the corner of her eye, she saw the girl's body trembling like chaff.

Biting her lip, Liu Ye pretended not to see it and went back to the room.

And that night, until she fell asleep, no one who sat under the eaves of the porch came in.

The annual farming season began.

This is the most joyful day for the tenants of Chuanjiu Village in the past two years.

In the past, with another owner, the surplus grain that these tenants could leave every year was not enough to fill their stomachs, and they left a handful of rice grain to make some porridge and even felt luxurious, and they needed to exchange all of it for black cornmeal, so that they could barely support them for more than half a year.

Even so, one or two months before the autumn harvest every year, the grain is also green and yellow, and one by one they are so hungry that they are so thin that their hands and feet are weak, and they can only wait for the arrival of the autumn harvest, drag the most tired body of the year, do the heaviest work of the year, and earn the next year's grain to make a living.

Countless tenants survived until the day they died, and they never ate a dry meal in their lives.

The remaining tenants in Chuanjiu Village today, who have persisted until now, are the very fortunate few among the tenant groups.

They survived the dawn.

The farm next to their Chuanjiu Village was replaced by a new owner and replaced by Liudong's family.

In two years, their appearance has been very different from before.

Looking up, what you see is a familiar but vibrant smiling face, although the work is still tired, but everyone's eyes are full of hope for life.

In the fields to which Liujia Farm belongs, in the sea of golden rice, the tenants are in full swing.

At the same time, the liveliness of Xinghua Village is no less.

Not only are the fields lively, but also the village entrances of Xinghua Village and Xiapo Village are also extremely lively, and you can see grain merchants and grain sellers who come to lobby and sell rice everywhere, as well as maids and servants of large families.

Eating closed door soup every year and refusing to give up every year, as if even if you can't buy rice when you come, it is a blessing to be able to come to Xinghua Village to get lucky, and you are squeezing into the village where you are not being driven away, and there are many strangers flowing on the edge of the Qinghe.

No one dares to drill into the riverbank on this side of Xinghua Village, and they can't get in, and there are people guarding the entrance of the village.

The downhill village was much more active than that, so everyone stood there.

In the first two years, seeing these people clinging to the edge of the field, the people of the downhill village were still very vain, and they were not less worried about it, but now they are already annoyed.

So the villagers of Xinghua Village can often see the second-rate bastards over there, holding sickles and flat shoulders to drive people away.

It's funny.

"Dunzi, don't chase it, if you have time to chase so far, it's better to cut a few more handfuls of rice, is this looking for an opportunity to be lazy? Look at the mother-in-law who is tired! ”

"No, Dunzi doesn't look like he's lazy, he's trying to find someone to fight. Let's see, when he chases people, he is more energetic than cutting rice! ”

"Hahahaha!"

The other side of the river was also full of laughter.

The sturdy man with a dark face pointed the sickle in his hand horizontally, "What about the schadenfreude one by one? Go back and drag the family with your mouth, and go to the big families one by one! ”

"What virtue we don't know yet? Come! Families are full! ”

"! Our rice may be as delicious as mine! Go back and get the jar of wine, come to my house to eat! ”

"Okay, please come to the door when the food is ready, can we still go?"

The chatter between the two villages naturally fell into the ears of the outsiders around them, and through the dialogue between the two sides, some people dared to look at the fields of the Liu family.

But when I saw the strong men in the fields, wearing the coarse cloth worn by the croppers when they were working, I could see the solid arm muscles under the sleeves rolled up by the men from a long distance.

The only pity is that you can't see your face.

Some people even counted carefully, and in the rice fields of the whole village, there were the most people in the Liujia fields, more than a dozen, all of whom were young and strong. I think it should be the prince's guard or something, and the work is no worse than the crops.

", lazy! Useless! A small body suddenly appeared in the rice harvest with a small back pocket hanging around his neck, two small short hands crossed his waist, and he scolded the big man with a lively look.

Liu Yusheng sat in the shade of a tree on the side of the road to enjoy the coolness, and when he saw the small body coming out, the corners of his mouth twitched.

In the morning, Croton probably didn't do anything, and all the time was spent staring at his father.

How much hatred and resentment?

Quietly covering his eyes and twisting his face, Liu Yusheng pretended not to see.

lest I finally see the fate of Xiao Croton, and I can't bear it.

In the field, the man who was accused of being useless stopped cutting rice, put one hand on his knee and slowly raised his eyes, and his eyes fell on the back pocket in front of Xiaodouding's belly.

I took a handful inside, took out a small ear of rice, and threw them out one by one.

"According to the agreement, those who secretly pinch it down in the field don't count, it doesn't count if they steal someone else's cut, and the ears of rice picked up with real skills are not as thick as a finger of mine," staring at the little bean ding with a weak heart, the man raised his lips, "Who is useless?" ”

Stuffing the ears of rice that had turned from a small handful into a small bundle back into his back pocket, the man's narrow eyes were cold, "It's no problem to stare at me, don't forget to do it, don't show how useless you are." Go, work. ”

"Wait!"

"Waiting for you at any time."

The little baby squinted angrily all over the field looking for the small body of the rice ear, and Feng Qingbai sneered.

The hidden guard camp ordered that not a single left ear of rice should be allowed in the field, and he wanted to see how the little cub could fill a bag of cloth before lunch.

"Daddy, daddy-" The soft and glutinous voice sounded in the rear, Feng Qingbai immediately turned around and resisted the little baby who ran over, preventing her from throwing herself into her arms, he was covered with rice crumbs and dirty.

"Red Bean, go to your mother's place, don't run to the field, it's time to tan in a while." Looking at her daughter's little face and red face, Feng Qingbai frowned, her daughter was sunburned.

Hongdou shook his head, and raised the small basket he was carrying in his hand to show his father, there were two ears of rice lying pitifully in it, wilting like a little baby's face, "Daddy, red beans are picked up, no." ”