Zhao Baoshan felt a little tight in his chest when he thought that there was still a lot of rice that had not been harvested.
Seeing Zhao Wenshi taking a shower beside him, Zhao Baoshan asked casually, "Boss, how are the rice harvests in your several acres of fields going?"
Zhao Wenshi replied, "Tianhu and I are harvesting, so we have to come faster. We have almost harvested half of it!"
Zhao Baoshan nodded. The two of them started working a little faster, but they actually finished almost half of the work.
His old frame and work speed are just a little behind Zhao Wenshi and Zhao Tianhu.
"Ahem~" Zhao Baoshan coughed violently.
Zhao Wenshi hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Dad, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"
"I don't know what's wrong. My chest is tight and I've been feeling a little uncomfortable for the past two days!" Zhao Baoshan said truthfully.
Zhao Wenshi frowned and persuaded, "Dad, if you feel uncomfortable, just rest for a few days. Don't go to the fields to cut rice these days."
Zhao Baoshan shook his head and said, "How can this be done? If the weather changes one day and the rice is not harvested or the rice is soaked by the rain, it will be safer to take it back home as soon as possible!"
"But Dad, your health is not good..."
After all, Zhao Baoshan is also Zhao Wenshi's biological father. Zhao Wenshi is not very filial, but he does have a little conscience.
Zhao Baoshan thought for a while and discussed with Zhao Wenshi, "Boss, if not, you can help dad harvest the remaining rice..."
Before Zhao Baoshan could finish speaking, Feng Changxia jumped out and replied unhappily, "Dad, my father Tianlong and Tianhu are also busy harvesting the rice at home, so where can I find the time to help you harvest it? "
Zhao Baoshan's face darkened. Seeing that Feng Changxia had said this, he didn't want to say the rest of the unfinished sentence.
Zhao Wenshi was worried about Zhao Baoshan's physical condition, so he said weakly, "Why don't I wait until Tianhu and I finish cutting the rice at home and help dad harvest it..."
Feng Changxia poked Zhao Wenshi with her crutch, then glared at Zhao Wenshi and muttered, "Where did you get this free time? I guess you will be so tired that your whole body aches after we finish harvesting the rice. Please rest on the bed." It’s been such a long time, how can you use so much energy to help others harvest rice?”
Zhao Wenshi was suddenly confused.
He wanted to help Zhao Baoshan harvest the rice, but he was afraid that Feng Changxia would be angry, and he thought that harvesting rice was indeed a time-consuming and laborious task, so he had to give up.
Zhao Baoshan snorted lightly, a little disappointed with the people in Dafang.
When something good happens, I just want to take advantage. But when it comes to something like this, I keep trying to push it away, for fear of suffering a loss.
At this time, Zhao Wentao came over and heard the conversation between Zhao Baoshan and Zhao Wenshi. He said, "Dad, there is not much rice left in my family. When I finish cutting, I will go and help you cut it!"
Zhao Baoshan's eyes fell on Zhao Wentao.
I silently admired Zhao Wentao in my heart. The sons in the family had done a good job in saving the third and fourth sons. After experiencing these things, the contrast became more and more obvious.
Zhao Baoshan nodded and said, "Well, Fourth Brother, then you can help me harvest the rice from a few acres of fields. After harvesting, you can eat the rice yourself without giving it to me! Now we have all the rice in our hands." I have earned a lot of money to buy food, but I went to harvest it just because I was afraid of wasting it. Since I have given it to you, the food will not be wasted."