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Yuan Bao saw Xia Linxuan working as a coolie at such a young age, and he was a little soft-hearted and wanted to help. Please Baidu search (Pinshu.com) Changming repeat what Xia Linxuan said.

The soft-hearted ingots instantly clenched their fists.

"There's machismo at such a young age. Or! The Buddha said that such a child should be corrected. Look at me! ”

Underestimate women, right?

Let you see that women are not to be underestimated!

Yuan Bao took the axe and shook it in front of Xia Linxuan, and after the axe was put down, he hooked his finger towards Xia Linxuan.

Xia Linxuan ran over and said dogleggedly.

"Is my sister here to help me?"

Yuan Bao pointed at Xia Linxuan's head and said with a smile.

"Don't you look down on women? Do you want my help? It's beautiful to think about! I'll chop a piece of wood, and I'll give you a piece of wood. You have to do it! ”

Xia Linxuan was dumbfounded, watching Yuan Bao easily chop wood.

Sadly, he split a piece and threw a piece on the side. Brush brush, the firewood distributed to Xia Linxuan, piled up a small mountain.

Yuan Bao easily put down the axe, looking at Xia Linxuan's desperate expression, his heart was unusually happy.

Sure enough, education should start from the baby, and the child can't be crooked!

Yuan Bao felt that maybe the blow was not enough, and Yuan Bao took the bucket to the well to fetch water. Carrying the water, he circled around the bitter Xia Linxuan several times before releasing the water.

Xia Linxuan turned his head to look at Changming, and was so frightened that the small axe in his hand fell to the ground.

Changming raised a bright smile and said.

"Look at what! I've never seen a man mend clothes! There are only so many clothes I brought, and if I don't make up for them, I won't have to change them tomorrow. Am I going to work in the clothes I'm going to wear tomorrow? ”

Xia Linxuan was stunned.

Changming smiled, ignoring Xia Linxuan, who had been shocked.

If you don't sew and mend it yourself, do you still count on ingots? Come on! The rough work that ingots want can't be done by Changming. It takes a lot of effort to do it. I don't want to be Xia Linxuan's second, I honestly sew and mend clothes!

Be a man with eyes!

Xia Linxuan, who had been repaired, had a look on his face.

Hearing someone knocking on the door, Chang Ming went to open the door. I saw the young man just now with a dozen young men and a dozen mothers-in-law, each carrying a basket, smiling and flattering.

"Good old man. I am Zhao Mao'er, the eldest son of the village chief Zhao Gouzi. We brought some of our own specialties to Mr. Xiucai, hoping that Mr. Xiucai would not be disgusted

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