Poisonous Peasant ‘Concubine’

Two days ago, I couldn’t help the public anger and join forces, maybe there was also a self-sufficient ingredient in it. The lining of Lingjiang was taken away by Ling Chenghu. Together with her daughter Ling Xiaoying, she rushed out of Lingjia. The villagers then drove them out of the village to be completely relieved. The crisis was lifted and Lingjia Village slowly regained its vitality. Therefore, Ling Jingxuan’s home was so arbitrarily inserted into the seedlings that it was naturally Many people who came to watch, most of them pointed at them and mocked them for not being self-sufficient. However, the workers who had worked hard and the Ling Chenglong family ignored them.

When it was less than an hour, when the raging sun was rising, nearly forty people would insert ten acres, watching the neatly arranged seedlings standing in the field, all of them could not tell the satisfaction, work harder, In contrast, it is equal to the little buns of the nature of play. They are tragedy on the other side. It is not just to separate the seedlings into the mud. At first they thought it was very simple, one was more confident than one. Can wait until the actual operation, but the situation is continuous, and the mess is not smooth.

"Hate, don't you fall, hey, hey, come and help me see why my seedlings have been falling down?"

"Dry, why are you smashed? Is this not good?"

"I don't believe that you can't plug in?"

"Ling Shu, why have I inserted into the mud, and it has floated again in a while?"

"Ah? Hey? You come to help me see??"

"Jing Xuan, the method you taught is wrong, my seedlings are drowning??"

In the outermost field of the 80-mu field, it wasn’t the sound of the buns that screamed. Ling Jingxuan turned around with a gyro, and he didn’t even insert a slippery seedling. It’s awkward, Yan Rurui, who has always been omnipotent, is stupid than the buns. He can’t put it on his head, so he can’t wait to jump and give him two slaps. Nima, you take the strength of practicing martial arts. It’s strange to insert a seedling.

"I look at it, come, the finger is going to hold the seedlings like this, look at it, move faster, just press it into the mud."

In front of the little buns and Zhou Changsheng, Ling Jingxuan bent down and trained them with the hands of the temper. The two children listened very seriously, but

"Ah, hate, how come again?"

When they were operating on their own, the seedlings that had just been inserted into the mud followed the hands they had recovered and fell down softly. The little buns were so mad that they were so arrogant, and all kinds of unhappiness, Ling Jingxuan shook his head helplessly, 捡The fallen seedlings, pulling his hand and pressing into the mud: "Your strength is a little lighter, the roots of the seedlings are not rooted in the mud, come and try again."

"Oh!"

Reluctantly re-divided a seedling, the little buns took it and said: "You, you are not allowed to fall down and do not understand?"

It is best to understand! Ling Jingxuan, who saw all this, sighed weakly, and stood by and looked at him. The little buns who had finished the mantra for the seedlings, according to what he taught, took the seedlings and pressed them into the mud. When they retracted their hands, Afraid of the seedlings fell down again, the little buns hold their breath nervously, a little retreat.

"Wow, it didn't fall, look at you, it didn't fall, I learned, haha?? I learned??"

This time, the seedlings finally gave him two points of thin noodles, did not fall down, the little buns excitedly cheered in the field, Ling Jingxuan quietly exhaled a breath, followed by a smile: "Xiaowu is awesome, not a son of a beggar, But remember the strength and feeling just now, and don't plug it in. The rice that grows in this ridge field will be kept for ourselves."

When it comes to exaggeration, Ling Jingxuan is not at all embarrassed, and he does not forget to throw a bigger temptation.

"Well, I am waiting to eat the rice that Xiaowu personally planted. It is definitely better than the one bought outside. We will plant it for a long time. I like to eat rice most. I have to plant a lot of rice to make white fat." The fat rice makes you eat."

Looking at his arrogant appearance, Ling Jingxuan couldn't help but laugh, but he didn't dare to attack him with enthusiasm. He watched him succeed in planting a few more, even as a teacher taught him to be one year older than him. After Zhou Changsheng, Ling Jingxuan turned his head and turned around. The rice he planted was enough for him to sneer.

"Ling Shu, is my too light?"

Chu Yan, who fell behind Lingwu, heard their dialogue, and decisively collected the seedlings that had just been inserted but floated on the water, and stopped him when Ling Jingxuan passed him.

"Well, don't be afraid to crush them. It doesn't matter if you are a little heavier. Just plug in the proper strength and plug it up."

Look at the wet seedlings in his hands, Ling Jingxuan took the initiative to pull his hand, took him into a few plants, Chu Yan embarrassed red face, earned his awkward words: "I know Ling Shu, you go Teach them a little text."

After all, it is a big child, and it grew up in that kind of environment. Chu Yan is too precocious and has been skeptical.

"Oh... then you can explore it yourself, I won’t come over to teach you."

Pulling out his uncomfortableness, Ling Jingxuan gave a slight smile, handed over the remaining seedlings to him, and turned back, but saw that he was still patiently learning under the guidance of Longdashan, and Lingwen, like the seedlings The bar is the same, a person who has a boring head is constantly plugging in, and he does not care about him. The seedlings that are gradually falling down are getting fewer and fewer, and the speed is getting faster and faster. Apparently, the doorway has been found.

The last old bun, Yan Ruirui, was looking at him with the seedlings looking forward to him. The sight of the attack with him, Ling Jingxuan only felt the pain in his head, and he couldn’t bear to see him in his hands. It’s a terrible seedling.

"Jingxuan saw that he had no action, and Yan Ruirui opened his mouth. He said that his face was thicker than the city wall. He had a big red face. When he first saw other people inserting seedlings, he really felt very simple. Learn, who knows?? He bet, this is the most embarrassing thing in his life.

"Does it have a hatred or a slap in the face? You said that you have even made it out of the milk?"

After admitting to go, Ling Jingxuan did not take the seedlings in his hand, most of them have already been cooked by his hand.

"Which is my power? Just hold them gently and then gently insert them. Who knows??"

As he spoke, he was embarrassed to continue to say it. The sons did not just fall out, but he was like drowning.

"Are you sure it is light?"

Leaning at him, Ling Jingxuan lost his seedlings and picked up a few good ones. Yan Ruirui made him annoyed. He simply walked over to Lai Pei’s words: "I don't care, you have to teach them like Xiaowu anyway. I will do it."

The muddy hand grabbed him, but his brute force hurt the seedlings. Ling Jingxuan quickly changed the seedling to the other hand, and lifted his head and glanced at him. He said: "I can't teach it?" But if you don't learn again, don't add chaos to me here." Ming Ming is always smart, and you can't learn to insert a seedling? Or is it that the prince of his family is destined to have nothing to do with this kind of thing?

"Is it impossible to drop out of school? It must have been that you have not taught before."

The thick face of the mouth has always been his strength, and it has been played to the fullest, but the face is a bit awkward.

With his mouth, he will mad at himself sooner or later. Ling Jingxuan is too lazy to talk nonsense with him. He pulls his hand directly, throws a seedling into his hand, and pulls him into the mud like a small bun. "This is not the case? You have to control your strength. You can't just rely on brute force, just hold a little bit of force on the fingers of the seedlings."

During the speech, Ling Jingxuan took his hand and planted several pieces in succession. Looking at the seedlings that were lined up from top to bottom, Yan Ruirui was too thick and could not be hanged. He had to admit that he was not his home. Did not teach well, it is true that he has no talent.

But then again, let a man who used to fight the sword on the battlefield, it seems that it is too difficult for him.

"Thinking about it? You try again."

Seeing that he had not responded, Ling Jingxuan turned back and bent his elbow and bumped his waist, and gave him the remaining seedlings.

No more words, Yan Ruirui who passed back to God took a few breaths of sputum nursery, tried to relax himself, and then split it into the mud gently. This time it was a little better than the beginning, but still a little bit Heavy, the seedlings are mostly trapped in the water, it is generally difficult to survive, even if it is alive, the output will not be high, but his man is not easy to succeed once, Ling Jingxuan is a bubble in the brain will laugh at him.

"Yes, just a little more light, you can plant it first. I should also plant my ridge."

Today, he specially divided the two ridge fields to let them experience it. No matter how good or bad, they will not let the workers turn over. Therefore, these two fields are their tasks. If they don’t finish, they don’t want to go back. He wants It’s not that I don’t work hard to interpolate. Today, they are afraid that they will get through the dark.

"Wait, the sky is hot, wearing a straw hat, you look at you, obviously in the water, your face is red, today is the exception, after the work in the field, don't do it yourself, it's hard to raise White, then sunburn into black anthrax?"

After dropping the seedlings to pull him, Yan Ruirui washed the mud on his hands with the muddy water in the field. He raised his hand and took the straw hat hanging on his back and took it on his head. His fingers slipped across his cheek.

"I am not a little girl, the black spots are black, and I am going to work hard. I will finish the work as soon as possible."

It is said that Ling Jingxuan did not reject his kindness. After he left, Yan Ruirui bent down again and picked up the seedlings of the seedlings. You can imagine that when the day was completed, their finished products and the workers next door planted. How big is the difference, but including Ling Jingxuan, watching the slanting seedlings in the field, all could not help but smile.

"Hey, I will help you in the future, and if you can make it, you will definitely get better."

The sun set in the west, the 80-mu field of their home has been rushed, and the workers and Ling Chenglong and others have all moved to the Zhao family's field. Ling Jingxuan Yan Ruirui and a small steamed buns stand side by side on Tiankan and look at them with satisfaction. The result of a day of labor.

"Well, you are young, you haven't done it before. It's good to be able to make it. After planting rice every year, we will leave one or two ridges to insert ourselves. Although it will be a bit hard, I promise you, wait for you. You will definitely be very satisfied with the white rice you have grown."

Looking down at Lingwen, Ling Jingxuan’s line of sight looks far into the lush rice fields. It’s not uncommon for things to be easily obtained. They will only be truly satisfied if they have worked hard.

"Yeah!" A few little buns, look at me, I look at you, nodding at the same time, one day, they will be inserted as good as the workers next to them.