Taking away my family's luck? I won't stand it!

"My son has never experienced farm work. Could you take him to the fields to experience it?"

Fang Zhaochen was stunned after hearing this.

My father, do you want to see what you are saying?

Please look at those people sweating profusely. Are you sure you want me to go?

Old Man Yuan glanced at Fang Zhaochen and said, "It depends on the child's wishes."

"I don't want to!" Fang Zhaochen shouted immediately.

Who wants to endure hardship for no reason? He won't do such tiring work.

Fang Weihong smiled and said, "Just let him experience it and understand the hardships of ordinary people, maybe..."

Before Fang Weihong finished speaking, Old Man Yuan immediately understood what he meant.

He was determined to "torture" his son.

What did this kid do to make his father so cruel as to punish him?

"it is good."

Fang Zhaochen widened his eyes and screamed in despair.

"I don't want it, I don't want it."

Yaoyao came out just then, holding a bowl. She glanced at Fang Zhaochen, then turned to look at Old Man Yuan and said softly, "Grandpa, I want to go see it too."

"Okay, Yaoyao, if you want to see it, grandpa will take you there." Old man Yuan immediately smiled when he saw Yaoyao, and he bent down and picked Yaoyao up.

Guoping, Guoxing, Guowang, who had been reading in the house, and Guoan, who had been playing with the centipede, ran out immediately after hearing Yaoyao's words.

"We're going too."

Old man Yuan nodded and said, "Okay, let's go."

Then he got busy and asked Ye Wan to find a straw hat for Yaoyao to wear, wrapping her up tightly.

The water bag was filled with milk.

Every member of the Yuan family wore a straw hat and held a water bag and a sickle in their hands.

Guoan looked at Fang Zhaochen, "Aren't you going?"

"Hmph!" Fang Zhaochen turned his head and snorted, ignoring him. If Fang Weihong hadn't held him tightly, he would have run away long ago.

Then Guoan said, "That's right. You've never worked in the fields before. It's really not appropriate for you to work in the fields. What if you faint?"

"Who said I was out of breath after walking a few steps!" Fang Zhaochen immediately retorted.

"Then go ahead if you have the guts. Why are you yelling here? You look like a little girl. You get tired after walking a few steps. Do you want your servants to carry you around?" Guoan continued to provoke Fang Zhaochen.

"Go and go!"

"Let's go then."

"Just leave."

After Fang Zhaochen shouted this, he turned around and walked towards the fields without Fang Weihong pulling him.

"You're going in the wrong direction. My fields are over there." Guoan shouted loudly.

Fang Zhaochen turned around expressionlessly and left angrily.

"Little Guoan, thank you so much." Fang Weihong bent down and touched Guoan's head.

Guoan turned his head awkwardly, "Humph, I just can't stand his arrogant and domineering look."

"Haha." Fang Weihong couldn't help but laughed out loud.

Ye Wan closed the gate, and the Yuan family, Fang Weihong, and Fang Zhaochen went to the fields together.

As soon as I arrived at the fields, I immediately felt the happy atmosphere of the villagers.

Everyone had a happy and satisfied smile on their face.

Fang Weihong looked at the heavy rice stalks in the fields with surprise. When did the rice in Lihua Village become so productive?

Judging from the situation, one mu of land can probably produce more than 500 kilograms of grain.

I picked some rice grains and placed them in the palm of my hand. I peeled off the husks to reveal the plump and round rice inside that exuded the fragrance of rice. I put one in my mouth and tasted it.

"Yes, this rice is grown very well."

Old Man Yuan was confused and asked, "Could it be that this rice is different from before?"

They just arrived in Lihua Village last year and started fertilizing the fields today. Although they also helped the villagers harvest rice last year, they never measured how many kilograms of rice were in one acre of land.

"It's different. In previous years, the rice yield was not as high, and the rice that was grown had many hollow grains, not as round and plump."

Fang Weihong said.

His family owned several grain shops, so naturally they also bought rice from surrounding villages and resold it.

Old man Yuan nodded.

"Grandpa, I want to come down and play."

Yaoyao hugged Old Man Yuan's neck and spoke in a baby voice.

"Oh, okay, Grandpa will put you down." Old Man Yuan put Yaoyao down and said, "Be careful when walking on the ridges of the fields. Don't miss any steps."

Yaoyao nodded, "Yeah, I understand."

Yaoyao stepped carefully and steadily on the edge of the field, picked the rice and looked at it in her hand.

They are all growing so well, as expected of drinking the spiritual spring rain.

Fang Zhaochen had already started to clumsily cut the rice with a sickle in his hand. After a while, he was sweating profusely and was out of breath.

"I told you, you're so tired after just a while." Guoan cut a handful of rice and put it aside, looking at Fang Zhaochen and laughing.

Fang Zhaochen's face flushed with anger. "Who said I was tired? I just love to sweat!"

"Okay, then don't stop." Guoan continued.

"Who stopped? I just changed my position." Fang Zhaochen changed his hand, bent down and continued cutting.

Fang Zhaochen, who had never done any work before, immediately had blisters on his palms, but being a strong-willed person all his life, he said nothing and secretly tried his best to compete with Guoan.

Half an hour later, the two men had harvested almost a field of rice and looked at each other breathlessly.

Guoan was fine, just a little sweat on his head and two or three blisters on the palms of his hands. Fang Zhaochen was in a terrible state. The blisters on his hands broke and grew again. He was so tired that he could not even stand steadily.

After Fang Zhaochen, who was exhausted and controlled by his competitive spirit, relaxed, he felt a burning pain in the palm of his hand.

My palms were covered in blisters, sweat, and a burning, excruciating pain.

With a "wow" sound, he burst into tears.

Guoan's Shasha was shaking his hands, he was in great pain.

Ye Wan walked over, looked at the palms of their hands, and said gently, "Neither of you has ever done any work before. How can you not get blisters if you do this all of a sudden?"

Children's hands are very tender and they are most likely to get hurt if they work too hard.

After cleaning their hands, they were sent aside.

The two of them looked at each other angrily, the feeling of unwillingness to accept had not yet passed.

Fang Weihong picked up Fang Zhaochen's hand, looked at it, and left it alone after making sure that nothing was wrong.

He asked the servant who followed him to go back and boil some sweet water and send it over, then continued to observe the rice.

Yaoyao told Guoping that she wanted to take a walk by the river.

"Okay, there are a lot of kids catching fish by the river, let's go and take a look."

Guoping took Yaoyao's hand and walked towards the river.

"I want to go too." Guoan quickly stood up and followed them when he saw them.

Guoxing and Guowang also put down their sickles and followed.

Fang Zhaochen turned his head and snorted. It’s just a river. What’s the point of going there?

But he couldn't help but turn around and look in the direction they left.

He stood up awkwardly.

He was just going to take a look, not to follow Yaoyao and the others.

Following them from a distance.