The husband was once beautiful, strong and miserable [through the book]

This piece of land is connected to each other, everyone is not far away, everyone with Xie Yibai's howling voice all looked at the two of them at the same time.

Because of Xie Yibai's reputation, the husband of an ordinary family did not dare to come over. When Xie Yibai was dragged away, a man in Tsing Yi with a soft whip in his hand had already gone by Yan Qing's side.

"She runs fast." Tang Ci snorted coldly, and slammed the whip on the rice, pulling out the golden and round grains all over the ground, "Why does she always bother you? Hasn't she been beaten enough?"

"No, I just chewed some nasty tongue." Yan Qing saw that it was Tang Ci, and shook his head at him, "Brother Tang, please put away the soft whip, and don't let your wife master see it again."

Tang Ci's face changed when he heard the words, and the brows were no longer in high spirits. He pinned the soft whip back to his waist wearily, "Understood, it's fine if I don't bother you."

"But Yanqing, why is your face so red?"

Hearing this, Zhou Mo also went to see Yan Qing, but saw that Yan Qing looked away in a panic and did not dare to look at him, Zhou Mo frowned slightly, and said disapprovingly, "Why are you here?"

"...the legs get numb and walk around."

"But what does the leg numbness have to do with your blushing?" Tang Ci didn't notice Yan Qing's expression, and reached out to touch Yan Qing's forehead. He was surprised, "Why are you so cold, low fever?"

"No, it's not."

Yan Qing took two steps back, avoiding Tang Ci's hand, suddenly turned his head and saw Zhou Mo's beautiful brows furrowed again, he quickly explained, "Don't listen to him."

Yan Qing leaned next to Zhou Mo, anxiously not knowing how to explain, just tugged at the corner of Zhou Mo's clothes, "Try it yourself, it's not hot anymore, it's almost ready."

Zhou Mo didn't move, looked down at Yan Qing's overly flustered look, and sighed invisibly.

He only took care of Yan Qing for one night, and Yan Qing began to take his own words as imperial edicts. Such a soft personality is too easy to handle, no wonder he is always bullied.

Zhou Mo lowered his voice unconsciously, "You don't have to be afraid of me, just do whatever you want, I won't stop you."

When Yan Qing heard this, she became even more disturbed, thinking that Zhou Mo hadn't been fooled by the little tricks she did to forcefully reduce the fever.

His face turned pale, and he bit his lip and explained stubbornly, "I'm not afraid of you, why don't we go together, finish work early and go home early..."

Tang Ci shrugged, watching the excitement was no big deal, "I've seen a lot of fights because of laziness, but it's the first time I've seen fights because of not being able to work. Why, you are so free, why don't you do it for me? I absolutely No matter what, do as much as you want."

Zhou Mo, who was speaking warmly one second, looked like a different person the next second, and cast a cold glance at Tang Ci.

"Okay, I'm not joking."

Tang Ci was bored, turned his eyes away, and looked at the piles of rice on the ground, "I didn't see Yan Qing yesterday, and I thought he probably couldn't finish his farm work. I didn't expect that your progress would overtake ours immediately. gone."

"Your height is really not for nothing!"

Tang Ci clenched his fingers into a fist and touched Zhou Mo's chest with the back of his hand. Tang Ci also felt Zhou Mo's strong torso through layers of clothes.

"Tang, Brother Tang, what are you doing?"

Yan Qing's eyes widened, and he blocked Zhou Mo with his hands, "Why did you hit him?"

"...Hiss, look, who hit whom?" Tang Ci shook his hands with red knuckles, his face full of disbelief.

He saw Zhou Mo grabbing Xie Yibai with his backhand, and although he was prepared in his heart, he didn't expect that Zhou Mo would not even frown if he beat him like this.

Yan Qing looked at Tang Ci's red fingertips, hesitated for a moment, and said firmly, "You did it first."

Tang Ci wanted to say something, but the woman who walked slowly behind held her hand.

"What are you doing? If you don't stop you for a second, you want to fight again?"

When Tang Ci saw his wife coming over, he immediately froze, "...No, forget it, let's go back and cut the rice."

Zhou Mo looked at the man who was still in high spirits just now, and followed the woman who was half a head taller than him, and frowned. He couldn't accept this way of getting along that was too particular about status.

Zhou Mo withdrew his gaze and walked towards the unfinished rice pile. He took two steps, and when he turned around, he found that the people behind him were still in place, with a sad look on their faces.

Zhou Mo raised his eyebrows, "Don't you want to go back earlier? Why don't you come?"

"Come, come!"

When Yan Qing heard this, his face brightened, and he immediately followed him. Seeing that Zhou Mo no longer mentioned the low-grade fever, he was quietly relieved, and walked to Zhou Mo's side.

There are only a handful of farm tools that can be borrowed.

In Zhou Mo's hands, there is no part he can do?

Yan Qing watched Zhou Mo's skillful movements, and the more he watched, the more he felt that he was being lazy and couldn't cut it, so he had to tie the rice together and drag it to the edge of the field.

This job was much harder than harvesting rice, and Yan Qing had to stop to catch his breath after taking two steps. Zhou Mo handed the agricultural tools to Yan Qing when he saw this.

Yan Qing didn't answer, "I'll do this one."

"If you procrastinate like this, it will be strange if you can go home early." Zhou Mo ignored him, and put the sickle on the ground if he didn't pick him up. He took the grain load and picked two bundles of rice out of the field in one go.

Yan Qing was dumbfounded, his eyes full of envy, but he didn't know that those people behind him also cast envious eyes on him.

Taking advantage of the lunch break, Yan Qing left quietly, and when she came back, she had a bowl of minced meat soup in her hand, and the bowl was still steaming, it looked like it had just come out of the pot.

Yan Qing covered most of his hands with his sleeves, holding the bowl in his arms through layers of clothes.

"Brother Zhou, come and eat something to fill your stomach!" He shouted at Zhou Mo.

Zhou Mo put the load of rice in a conspicuous place on the rice pile, wiped his sweat and walked over, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes when he saw the minced meat in the bowl, and asked Yan Qing, "Where did you go? Where did you come from?"

"... Mrs. Sun gave it to you. Eat it while it's hot. You can work when you're full." Yan Qing never mentioned Mrs. Sun's embarrassment for him, and quietly covered the wound on his hand with his cuff, tilting his head. Chao Zhoumo smiled, "Thank you for helping me with my work."

This sincere smile on Yan Qing's clean and handsome face is extraordinarily touching.

Zhou Mo raised the end of his eyes slightly, staring at the meat soup thoughtfully.

Yan Qing didn't know, but he didn't forget, Sun's aggressive appearance in the morning was still vivid in his memory, he was already vitriolic, not to mention that Sun had suffered a real loss from him.

...How could Mrs. Sun give Yanqing broth so easily.