Zhao Baoshan said, dragging his tired body into the second room.
At this time, Zhao Wenshui kept the door closed, but it was no longer tightly closed. Thinking that no one would enter his house on weekdays. After all, no one cleans the house and the smell in the house is too bad. No one wants to come in.
Zhao Baoshan couldn't muster any strength at this time and walked slowly. The footsteps were so light that he didn't hear them at all.
When Zhao Baoshan entered the house, he found that Zhao Wenshui was covered with a sheet, but the sheet moved, obviously doing something.
Zhao Wenshui's movements continued to speed up, and suddenly he seemed to be released. He breathed a comfortable breath, and the movements of his hands stopped.
Seeing such a scene, Zhao Baoshan's face suddenly darkened. Without thinking, as a man, he knew what Zhao Wenshui was doing at this time.
Zhao Baoshan secretly cursed Zhao Wenshui for being too obscene. He was several decades old and still hiding in the house to do such a thing, and not closing the door tightly when doing it.
Fortunately, it was him who came in. If several wives came in at this moment, they would not be frightened.
After waiting for Zhao Wenshui to finish, he realized that the room was much brighter, so he looked towards the door and saw Zhao Baoshan staring at him with a dark face.
Zhao Wenshui trembled with fright, and asked a little tremblingly, "Dad, when did you come?"
"Didn't you notice when I came? Why are you so focused on something?"
Zhao Wenshui thought about what he had just done, how dare he tell Zhao Baoshan, and if he did, Zhao Baoshan would not punish him to death.
Facing Zhao Baoshan's cannibalistic expression, Zhao Wenshui complained weakly, "Dad, why didn't you say anything when you came in? Really..."
Zhao Baoshan snorted coldly, "Are you doing something shameful at home? How many times do I have to knock on the door when I get in?"
Zhao Wenshui felt too guilty to respond to Zhao Baoshan, so he muttered, "Dad, I was just talking..."
"I'm here to talk to you about serious things!" Zhao Baoshan said with a serious face. He was too lazy to discipline Zhao Wenshui for the frustrating things he did. The most important thing was that he knew that Zhao Wenshui would not listen. Since the education is not good, why should he bother
"Dad, do you have anything serious to say to me?" Zhao Wenshui asked.
"It's time to harvest the rice in your several acres of fields. You should get up and harvest the rice tomorrow!"
When Zhao Wenshui heard this, he immediately frowned, looked at Zhao Baoshan in embarrassment and said, "Dad, my injury hasn't healed yet. How can I go harvest rice?"
Zhao Wenshui meant that he didn't want to collect it. In fact, his deeper intention was to ask other brothers in the family to help collect it.
Based on his understanding of Zhao Baoshan, his father was absolutely reluctant to let the rice in the several acres of paddy fields he planted go to waste, and would definitely find a way to help him harvest it, so that he could be lazy and not have to exert any effort.
When Zhao Wenshui's wishful thinking came true, Zhao Baoshan scolded him with a sullen face, "Your body is really precious. You haven't recovered from your injuries yet?"
Zhao Wenshui was so frightened that his body trembled, but he still muttered, "Dad, my body is really not well maintained. I can't even exert my strength. How can I have the strength to go to the fields to cut rice..."
How could Zhao Baoshan believe Zhao Wenshui's nonsense? He sneered and said, "Haha, the thing you just made down there was so strong, it doesn't look like the injury has not been healed at all!"