Mother Li whispered again: "Who sewed Ali's clothes?"
Li Xinheng thought for a while and said, "Miss Nan Yao."
"Look at you, you are such a coward."
Mother Li raised her arm and wanted to poke her son in the head.
However, she was born short and her son was tall and big. When she couldn't reach him, she poked him in the face.
"Ali is so good at getting into trouble, why don't you learn from him?"
"Mom, why do you look down on your own son?" Li Xinheng muttered.
I cursed in my heart that that boy Meng Li would never get into trouble.
At this time, Caiyu changed her clothes in the main room and came out.
When the Li family's mother and son saw her, they both grinned.
The mother-in-law bumped her son with her elbow and said, "Speak quickly."
The son also moved his arms: "Mom, tell me."
As a result, no one said anything.
Caiyu saw them staring at her: "Why, is there something dirty on my face?"
Mother and son: "No, no."
After a while, everyone changed their clothes and went to the fields to cut rice.
Standing on the ridge of the field, Fu Ciyi glanced at Yan Funing worriedly and said softly: "I'll cut some first and get clean straw. You can just sit on the straw and watch."
"My hand with the knife is very stable, don't underestimate me." Yan Funing squeezed the sickle, waved it in the air a few times, and asked Caiyu and the others, "How are you doing?"
Fu Beimo replied: "Sister-in-law, Ali and I have improved our swordsmanship recently, not to mention the small sickle."
Meng Li agreed: "Yes, although my family's fields have been sold long ago, the rice can still be harvested."
Caiyu held the handle of the sickle and felt that it was very handy: "With strength, any work will be effortless."
After listening to the call, Yan Funing looked up at the handsome man next to her: "It's you, can you cut rice?"
Fu Ciyi looked calm: "Didn't I teach them all their kung fu?"
Several people talked for a long time. When they actually went to the fields, their movements of cutting rice were really stiff.
Mother Li and Li Xinheng were seen shaking their heads.
Mother Li couldn't help but laugh: "Everyone should watch me cut it first and learn how to use my left and right hands together smoothly."
Fortunately, Mother Li has rich experience, and under her guidance, everyone has made rapid progress in harvesting.
After harvesting the rice, separate the grains from the straw. Bamboo mats are spread on the open space in the small courtyard to dry the rice. It took five days to transport the rice and straw to the town.
That evening, Yan Fu stared at the sacks piled high in the warehouse and stretched.
"The rice harvesting work is finally over."
Fu Ciyi said: "Thank you for your hard work."
"It's not hard. If we say it's hard, it's hard for everyone." Yan Funing said with a smile, "Go back and wash yourself. After harvesting the rice, you'll be so pricked."
Fu Beimo scratched his neck: "It's a prick."
Especially when the rice is dried, the dust flies up and makes you uncomfortable when it touches your body.
Yan Funing turned her head and saw that there were still piles of straw in the courtyard: "We'll wash it later. First, stack the straw to the woodshed. If it doesn't fit, stack it next to the stable."
Fu Ciyi said: "If you ask me, just throw these straws at the old house."
We used a horse-drawn carriage to carry straw and made several trips.
Yan Funing glanced at him and bent down to pick up the straw: "We grew it ourselves. Cooking with rice like this is delicious."
Fu Ciyi didn't answer, picked up the two bundles of straw she was carrying, put them together, picked up two more bundles with the other hand, and left.
"Hey, what do you mean by what I have in my hand?" she shouted at his back.
"Stop being busy, go back and wash up first."
Fu Ciyi didn't look back, his words drifted over.
Fu Beimo, Li Xinheng, Meng Li and Caiyu also advised her: "Let's just come and make it happen."
Yan Funing clapped her hands: "Okay, you can go and wash up after your work."
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When the night gets dark, the Fu family only has dinner.
"Everyone has worked hard these days, especially Funing." When Wan Niang spoke, she stretched out her hand to Yan Funing, "Should your hands be rough?" Yan Funing put down the bowl and chopsticks and put her hand on her mother-in-law's hand: "Mom , Fortunately, I put on ointment when I come back every day. Besides, my husband doesn’t let me do too much work.”
Wan Niang touched her daughter-in-law's hand and felt that it was as tender and smooth as ever, and then she felt relieved.
Suddenly he felt a few small wounds, and his eyebrows furrowed again: "Look, it's still hurt."
"The scratches caused by the straw will be healed in a few days." Yan Funing said, "The rice harvest is good. From now on, winter wheat will no longer be planted in the fields, but vegetables will be planted. Spreading seeds will not hurt your hands."
Fu Ciyi is going to Beijing to take the exam, and they will all go to the capital then.
If winter wheat is planted, they will be in the capital when the harvest comes, and time does not allow for it.
Wan Niang nodded: "It's up to you."
Fu Beimo pouted: "Mom, my hands are really rough, please touch them."
He reached out and was slapped away by Wan Niang.
"You're a man, it's okay to be rough."
"What if my future wife doesn't like my roughness." Fu Beimo looked at Yan Funing with a smile, "Sister-in-law, lend me your balm to apply on it."
"Okay, I'll bring it to you after dinner."
"Sister-in-law is so kind."
After dinner, Yan Funing and Fu Ciyi went back to their room, and Fu Beimo followed them.
Yan Funing entered the bedroom in the back room, and Fu Ciyi entered the study.
Fu Beimo waited obediently in the outer room, sometimes looking into the bedroom, and sometimes craning his neck to look into the study.
Yan Funing took out a small jar of ointment.
"Beimo, here you go."
Fu Beimo took it: "Sister-in-law, I'll just wipe it on a little and it'll be fine."
"This jar is brand new. I haven't used it yet. You can use it. It's cold, so you can still apply it on your face."
"Then I will be Xiangxiang Beimo."
"Yes, Beimo is the most fragrant." Yan Funing smiled, "Remember to wash your hands and dry them before applying."
Fu Beimo nodded and sat at the table: "Sister-in-law, I want to get a needle in my head."
"Look at me, I've been busy with farm work these days and I forgot."
After that, he entered the room again and took out the silver needle.
Fu Ciyi was quietly reading in the study.
While Yan Funing was inserting the silver needle, the young man kept chattering.
She raised a finger and said, "Your brother is working hard. Let's speak softly."
Fu Beimo nodded and whispered: "I know, sister-in-law." Then he raised his voice and said, "Brother, was I quiet enough just now?"
Fu Ciyi pressed his forehead and ignored it.
A quarter of an hour later, Yan Funing closed the needle.
Fu Beimo then took the ointment and went back happily.
The silver needle was packed away, and Yan Funing carefully wrapped it up. Just as she buttoned the bag, she suddenly felt a shadow in front of her.
Looking up, he saw someone who was reading a book just now.
"Hey, are you walking silently?"
Fu Ciyi stretched out his hands: "My hands also need to be smeared with ointment."
Yan Funing glanced at him and said, "I only bought two small jars of balm. One jar was given to Bei Mo, and the other one is for myself."
She bought the balm when she bought rouge and gouache. She asked him to smell the scent, but he reluctantly said yes, obviously showing contempt.
"You and I are husband and wife, so it doesn't matter if you use one can. When you're done, I'll go buy it with you."
Yan Funing pursed her lips and pointed: "It's on the dressing table. It's a small, white, flat jar. You can get it yourself."
"Ma'am, help me wipe it."
He has never wiped off this kind of rubbish.
