Zhao Wentao glanced at Feng Changxia's ugly face and knew that her sister-in-law was feeling uncomfortable. He sighed slightly and said nothing more.
In fact, he didn't want to occupy the grain of those acres of land. After all, he did take a big advantage.
But Zhao Baoshan said that he had no choice but to follow Zhao Baoshan's decision.
When everyone in the big house had lunch together, Feng Changxia always had a cold face. She didn't want to show off, she just thought it was a pity to miss such a huge advantage.
Originally, Jin Ju was in charge, and the food on the table was quite delicious, but Feng Changxia couldn't take a bite.
I feel uncomfortable, and I am indifferent to the delicious food.
Feng Changxia held the rice bowl without moving, and sighed deeply, "Hey, what should we do now? Several acres of grain have been earned by the four families in vain, and we have not earned a penny." Got it, hey..."
Looking at Feng Changxia's pained face, Zhao Wenshi finally sipped a glass of wine, then put down the glass and said, "Okay, what else can we do if we have already given the fourth house? There is no regret medicine in this world. If you didn't just Stop me and let me cut the rice for my father. Aren’t the grains in these acres of fields belong to our big house?"
Zhao Wenshi didn't say it was okay, but Feng Changxia's heart ached even more when he mentioned it.
"How do I know? If I knew you were begging me not to let you do it, I wouldn't do it!"
"..." Zhao Wenshi smiled and took another glass of wine, "So, sometimes don't think you will suffer a loss and don't do it. The more you are afraid of suffering a loss, the more you will suffer a loss. You see, the fourth brother is willing to suffer a loss. Didn’t you make a profit this time?”
The corner of Feng Changxia's mouth twitched, and she responded displeasedly, "I know, I know!"
Although she said this, Feng Changxia still didn't want to suffer in her heart.
Feeling a little depressed about having a late meal, Feng Changxia washed up early and went to bed.
Zhao Wentao and Zhao Baoshan still chatted for a few words.
He can harvest the millet in the four-fang rice field by himself, and he can also help harvest the several acres of Zhao Baoshan's fields. But Zhao Wentao found that the rice in Erfang's field had not moved yet.
If the rice in several acres of fields is not harvested, is it possible that it should be discarded like this
Today's food prices are definitely expensive, and a few acres of fields must be worth a lot of money.
However, Zhao Wenshui is still lying in bed since he was injured last time, with no intention of getting up, let alone harvesting rice in the fields.
"Dad, it's time for the second brother's several acres of paddy fields to be harvested. The second brother is unwilling to get up to harvest. What should we do?" Zhao Wentao asked Zhao Baoshan to see if Zhao Baoshan could give some advice.
Zhao Baoshan frowned and snorted softly, "Of course he harvests the rice in his paddy field himself, is it possible that he expects others to harvest it for him
I've been recovering from the injury for so many days in bed. I think it should be almost healed and you can go to work in the fields! "
"Dad, I'm afraid that my second brother won't want to. If I want to harvest early, I won't start yet. If we delay for a few more days, if it rains, these rice will be useless.
Although the second brother's few acres of paddy fields are not well taken care of and the harvest is not as good as others, at least they can harvest some food. With more rations for him and Tianyu, life will always be easier. "
Zhao Baoshan nodded, "Fourth, you are right, the food is hard to grow and cannot be wasted. I will go talk to him and let him get up and harvest the rice."