Chapter 15 Farming (2)

Lynch nodded, and said impatiently, "Got it, got it!"

In fact, to be honest, Lynch is really a little irritable, the hot and dry weather and the rubbing of the itchy corn branches and leaves on his body are part of it, and then the current Lynch is quiet, and he can't stand the useless words repeated in the ear by others.

In such weather and mentality, Lynch's tone couldn't help but be a little heavier, and he naturally couldn't notice it, so naturally he couldn't see the little face with dimples behind him and become aggrieved and pitiful.

"How are you like this. ”

Daile felt that she was very wronged, and kindly came to bring water to this lame man, but she didn't expect that this lame man suddenly stood up like a nerve, scared herself, and pretended to help half of it, and let herself fall again.

Thinking of this, Dai'er couldn't help but sneer: He must have done it on purpose, a crippled man.

The girl didn't know what was wrong with Lynch at this time, and that she would let the little girl behind her complain about herself in such a tone, and that she was just saying something that was very ordinary.

Lynch calmed down his emotions fluctuating due to the heat, turned around, and asked with a serious face, "What happened to me?"

The girl pursed her lips, but she couldn't say anything, maybe Daile only woke up now, and the friction between the two was not because of what she had thought before, but because of learning this lame man's words.

The most important thing is that Lynch didn't say anything, but Dale herself would be wrong, which made Dale a little difficult to speak.

Dale watched Lynch turn around, as if the lame man was going to continue breaking corn, and he didn't intend to continue this boring controversy with herself.

Dale pursed her lips, waved her little fist at Lynch's back, whispered in her mouth to beat you to death, did useless catharsis, and then snorted angrily and left.

After a while, Lynch was more or less tired, and walked out of the field, away from the branches and leaves, and was swept away by the sudden breeze, drying his sweat all over his face, which felt a different kind of comfort.

Lynch took a few greedy breaths, then turned to get back to work.

At noon, when the sun is strong, the farmers all put down their farm work, gather at the foot of the mountain to enjoy the coolness, and eat some food by the way, it is inconvenient to go home, and the home is also hot, far less cool than under the shady mountain trees.

Ralph called Lynch to stop and rest, took out a black loaf of bread from the cloth bag, gritted his teeth and broke it in half, handed Lynch half of it, and said, "Come, eat something, good grandson." ”

Lynch didn't look at it, didn't answer it, and even the good grandson didn't have the heart to refute, and gasped: "I can't eat it!"

Ralph laughed, nibbled on the black bread, and said vaguely: "Seeing that you are also doing farm work for the first time, it is not easy to persevere, but you still have to eat a little, otherwise your body will not be able to bear it!"

Lynch naturally knows this truth, but he still can't eat, just after the furnace-like weather, and he hasn't drunk half of the water, he obviously feels hungry in his stomach, but this dry taste is still not enough to eat.

Sitting under the tree, I couldn't bear the weakness of my body unconsciously, so I fell asleep.

When Lynch was asleep, he could hear the conversation of the farmers around him, as if he was thanking the gods for the blessing of the year, and he said some short trivial things in the family, and the little girl named Dai'er was chattering non-stop, which caused the surrounding to laugh.

As a result, he did not sleep very soundly, and when he woke up, there was no farmer to continue the harvest, and the unfinished half of the brown bread was still in Ralph's hand, and Lynch knew that the sleep had not been long.

Thor said, "Oh, village chief, your grandson is awake. ”

The people around instantly turned their eyes to Lynch, and they all glanced at Lynch a few times before, and when they saw him sleeping, they knew that it was inconvenient to disturb him.

Ralph looked relieved, patted Lynch on the shoulder with a smile, and said, "Wake up, come, take you to meet the people in our village." ”

As he spoke, he pointed to Thor who had spoken before, and said, "Aha, let's start with Thor first, don't look at him like a cow, but a pair of girls are beautiful, and his little son is like him!"

After speaking, there was a burst of laughter around him, all of them were joking with Thor, but he didn't see Thor half annoyed, and he laughed along with him, as if he was proud.

Lynch nodded, got up and put his left hand on his right chest towards Thor, bent down on his upper body, and said, "Uncle Thor!"

Seeing this, the people around were instantly stunned, and Thor was even more stunned, not knowing how to deal with this elegant and aristocratic Lynch.

Lynch, who stood up straight, realized that there was no nobles here compared to the imperial capital, and I am afraid that this etiquette is a little inappropriate.

Ralph quipped, "Thor, hurry up and return the favor to my grandson, just kowtow." ”

The farmers hugged their shoulders and laughed, and they were not afraid of the big thing when they saw the joke and urged: "That's it, Thor, don't kowtow quickly." ”

"Just knock one, don't knock too much. ”

"Hahaha, it's all waiting, hurry up Thor. ”

Thor pretended to be annoyed, and only said to those who watched the joke: "Get out!"

Ralph, who was nibbling on the bread, laughed the loudest, holding his stomach and almost gasping for breath, as if the bread was too hard and dry, he accidentally choked, and shouted at the side with a cough: "Thor, send some water, the old man is going to choke to death!"

Thor hurriedly handed over the kettle, as if nothing had happened before, this was the simplicity of the low-level farmers.

Lynch, who had dry lips on the side, watched Ralph drink water happily, and felt more and more dry in his mouth, and unconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Ralph happened to see a scene, and after drinking, he handed the kettle to Lynch, thinking that if Lynch would not be grateful for Dade's politeness, he should at least be grateful to himself.

It's just that I didn't expect Lynch, who took the kettle, to subconsciously pour out a little water, which was cleaning the spout of the kettle!!

Of course, that's it.

But after Lynch cleaned the spout of the pot three times, he seemed to feel that he couldn't wash it clean, so he raised the kettle high and poured it into his mouth, not letting his lips touch the spout of the pot at all.

Ralph couldn't help but say: Is this little bastard disgusting me?

It's not that he dislikes it, but Lynch, who is from such a good background, really can't accept the fact that so many people share a kettle, and it is appropriate to say that he is clean.

Lynch drank the pot of water with great pleasure, feeling the water pouring into his mouth in a rushing stream, watering his already dry throat, moisturizing his lungs and flowing into his veins.

It was so enjoyable that before I knew it, I drank the pot of water.

Lynch put down the kettle and burped.

Ralph said: "Finished drinking?"

"Hmm. ”

"Finished drinking?"

"Hmm. ”

"Drink and get to work!"

It's another busy afternoon, when the sun quietly hides its figure, no longer to bring light to the world, the afterglow of the sunset, perhaps the last mercy of the sun, carrying this afterglow, the farmers are still busy harvesting grain.

Ralph didn't have a lot of land, and he couldn't compare with any other household in the village, after all, he was a lonely man, and no matter how much food he grew, it was useless.

Noticing that Lynch's physical strength and physical condition could not keep up, and that there was not much corn left, Ralph arranged for Lynch to borrow an ox cart and only let him drive back and forth to transport the corn.

That being said, Lynch has only been here for a day, and he doesn't know anyone, so how can he borrow it?

Ralph didn't seem to notice Lynch's embarrassment at all, and urged the motionless Lynch: "Hurry up, don't delay the old man's work, it's almost dark, why don't you know how to hurry!"

As he spoke, he plunged into the field again and continued to busy, ignoring Lynch.

As night fell, Lynch had no choice but to listen to Ralph, and by the pitiful glow of the sunset, he saw that there was really an empty ox cart parked on the path.

It's just that there is a person sitting on the ground next to the ox cart, and when I look at it, it is the little girl named Dai'er. Seeing that she seemed to be bored, she teased rhubarb.