Mother Li asked quietly again: "Who sewed Ali's clothes?" ”

Li Xinheng thought for a while and said, "Miss Nanyao." ”

"Look at you, what a wretch."

Mother Li raised her arm and wanted to poke her son's head.

However, she was born short, and her son was born tall and big, and when he couldn't reach it for a while, he poked him in the face.

"Ali is so good at things, why don't you learn a little?"

"Mother, how do you look at your own son?" Li Xinheng muttered.

In my heart, Meng Li's kid won't come to trouble.

At this time, Caiyu changed her clothes in the hall and came out.

When the mother and son of the Li family saw her, they all grinned.

When the mother hit her son with her elbow: "Say it quickly." ”

When the son's also moved his arm: "Mother, you say." ”

As a result, no one said.

Caiyu saw them staring at herself: "What, I have dirty things on my face?" ”

Mother and son: "No, no. ”

After a short time, several people changed their clothes and went to the field to cut rice.

Standing on the ridge, Fu Ciyi glanced at Yan Funing worriedly, and said lightly: "I'll cut some first, take a clean straw, you just sit on the straw and watch." ”

"My hand with a knife is steady, don't underestimate me." Yan Fu pinched the sickle, waved it a few times in the air, and said to Caiyu, "How are you?" ”

Fu Beimo replied: "Sister-in-law, Ah Li and I have been improving our swordsmanship recently, and the little scythe is not a problem." ”

Meng Li echoed: "Yes, although my family's field has been sold a long time ago, the rice will still be cut." ”

Caiyu held the handle of the sickle and felt very good: "I have strength, and I don't have to work hard." ”

After listening to the call, Yan Funing looked up at the handsome man beside her: "It's you, do you know how to cut rice?" ”

Fu Ciyi's expression was indifferent: "Didn't I teach them all their kung fu?" ”

Several people talked for a long time, and when they really went to the field, the action of cutting rice was stiff.

Seeing that Mother Li and Li Xinheng shook their heads again and again.

Mother Li couldn't hold back a smile: "Let's watch me cut it first, and learn how to cooperate with the left and right hands." ”

Fortunately, Mother Li is experienced, and under her teaching, the progress of the harvest is quite fast.

After harvesting the rice, separate the grains from the straw. Spread bamboo mats on the open space of the small courtyard and dry the rice. It took five days to transport the rice and straw to the town.

In the evening of that day, Yan Fu stared at the warehouse, where the sacks were piled high, and stretched.

"The rice harvesting work is finally over."

Fu Ciyi said: "Thank you for your hard work." ”

"It's not hard, if you want to say it's hard, everyone is hard." Yan Fu Ning said with a smile, "Let's go back and wash, I panicked after harvesting the rice." ”

Fu Beimo scratched his neck: "It's a stabbing person." ”

Especially when drying rice, the dust flies up, and it is uncomfortable to get on the body.

Yan Funing turned her head and saw that there was still a pile of straw in the courtyard: "Wait and wash it again, first put the straw stack to the firewood room, and if it can't be stacked, go to the stable." ”

Fu Ciyi said: "If you want me to say, these straws are thrown in the old house." ”

I used a horse-drawn cart to carry straw, and I ran several times.

Yan Fu glanced at him, and bent down to carry the straw: "We grew it ourselves, and it is fragrant to cook rice like this." ”

Fu Ciyi didn't answer, took the two bundles of straw she was carrying, put them together, and carried two more bundles with the other hand, and left.

"Hey, what are you doing with what I have?" She shouted at his back.

"Don't be busy, go back and wash first."

Fu Ciyi didn't look back, and the words he said floated over.

Fu Beimo, Li Xinheng, Meng Li and Caiyu also persuaded her: "Let's come." ”

Yan Funing clapped her hands: "Okay, you guys will go wash when you're done." ”

——

When the night is thick, the Fu family has dinner.

"Everyone has worked hard these days, especially Fu Ning." When Wan Niang spoke, Chong Yan Funing stretched out her hand, "Your hands should be rough, right?" ”

Yan Funing put down the dishes and chopsticks and put her hand on her mother-in-law's hand: "Mother, it's okay, I come back every day with a balm." Besides, my husband won't let me do too much work. ”

Wan Niang touched her daughter-in-law's hand and felt as tender as before, so she was relieved.

Suddenly touched a few small wounds, and Liu Mei frowned again: "Look, it's still hurt." ”

"It was scratched by straw, and it will be fine in a few days." Yan Funing said, "The rice harvest is good, and in the future, winter wheat will not be planted in the fields, all vegetables will be planted, and the matter of sowing seeds will not hurt your hands." ”

Fu Ciyi is going to go to Beijing to take the exam, and they will all go to the capital when the time comes.

If winter wheat is planted, when the harvest comes, they will be in the capital, and time does not allow it.

Wan Niang bowed: "This matter is up to you." ”

Fu Beimo pouted: "Mother, my hands are really rough, you touch them." ”

He reached over and was slapped away by Wan Niang.

"You're a man, it's okay to be rough."

"What if my future daughter-in-law doesn't like me rough." Fu Beimo looked at Yan Funing with a smile, "Sister-in-law, borrow your balm to smear it on me." ”

"Okay, I'll give it to you after dinner."

"Sister-in-law is so nice."

After dinner, Yan Funing and Fu Ciyi went back to the room, and Fu Beimo followed him.

Yan Fu Ning entered the inner bedroom, and Fu Ciyi entered the study.

Fu Beimo waited obediently in the outhouse, glanced at the bedroom for a while, and stretched his neck to take a look at the study.

Yan Fu took out a small jar of balm.

"Beimo, here you go."

Fu Beimo took it: "Sister-in-law, I'll just wipe a little." ”

"This can is brand new, I haven't used it yet, you can use it. When the weather is cold, you can also wipe your face. ”

"Then I'm the fragrant Beimo."

"Yes, Beimo is the most fragrant." Yan Fu smiled, "Remember to wash your hands and dry them before wiping them." ”

Fu Beimo nodded and sat down at the table: "Sister-in-law, I want to prick a needle in my head." ”

"Look at me, I've been busy with farm work these days, and I've forgotten."

With that, he went into the room again and took out the silver needle.

Fu Ciyi was quietly reading in the study.

When Yan Fu was piercing the silver needle, the young man chattered non-stop.

She held up a finger: "Your brother works hard, let's talk quietly." ”

Fu Beimo shook his head and whispered, "Got it, sister-in-law." He immediately raised his voice, "Brother, I'm so quiet enough, right?" ”

Fu Ciyi pressed the corner of his forehead and ignored it.

A quarter of an hour later, Yan Funing collected the needle.

Fu Beimo pinched the balm and went back happily.

The silver needle was packed up, Yan Fu Ning wrapped it carefully, and just buckled the buckle, when she suddenly felt a shadow in front of her.

When I looked up, it was someone who was reading a book.

"Hey, are you walking silently?"

Fu Ciyi stretched out his hands: "My hands also need to be anointed." ”

Yan Fu glanced at him: "I only bought two small jars of balm, one can was given to Beimo, and one jar I wanted to use myself." ”

The balm was bought when she bought rouge gouache, and when she asked him to smell the fragrance, he reluctantly said that it was okay, obviously with contempt.

"You and I are husband and wife, it doesn't hurt to use a can. When you run out, I'll accompany you to buy it. ”

Yan Fu Ningnu pointed out: "On the dresser, the small white flat jar, you can take it yourself." ”

"Lady wipe it for me."

This kind of Rausch thing, he has never erased.