In this season, if you can have some iced sour plum soup and mung bean soup, the men at home will feel much more comfortable while working.
If this was gone, the two men would probably not be able to adapt.
Feng Changxia curled her lips and said to Zhao Yun'er, "Girl Yun'er, what you said is not unreasonable. If my family takes it for free, it really shouldn't be the case. Otherwise, you sell it to me and my family will pay for it. Your uncle and second cousin are here." Working in the fields is not easy, it will be better if you drink some of that sour plum soup and mung bean soup you made..."
Zhao Yun'er was not a stingy person. For the sake of Zhao Tianhu, she agreed to Feng Changxia.
Otherwise, she wouldn't care about the little money she got from selling it.
After cooking a large pot of sour plum soup, Zhao Yun'er sent it to Dafang and his family, and then sent some to Mulan.
The two men went to the fields together.
There are still many families who have not finished harvesting the rice. Zhao Yun'er's own family has finished harvesting, and now they are helping the second family members to harvest.
On the other hand, Mulan's family, because there was only Zhu Erhu, was short of manpower, so the several acres of fields were never finished.
Mulan felt very sorry for Zhao Tianhu, but there was a lot of housework at home and she had to take care of three children. She didn't have much time to go to the fields and help Zhao Tianhu cut the wheat.
When they arrived in the field, Zhao Yun'er saw that Zhu Erhu's back was already soaked with sweat. Because he had been busy working in the fields these past few days, Zhu Erhu's skin, which was already slightly darker, felt a little darker now.
If I continue to show off like this, I feel like I have the potential to become Bao Qingtian, just like an aboriginal African.
Of course, Zhao Tianhu is not the only one like this, everyone who goes to the fields to harvest rice in this season will be a little bit black.
Mulan held the iced sour plum soup in her hand and shouted to Zhu Erhu who was busy working in the field not far away, "Ms. sir, I have sent you the sour plum soup. You come over and drink it. Take a rest!"
Zhu Erhu heard the sound and straightened up. After seeing Mulan, he walked towards Mulan and Zhao Yun'er.
Zhao Yun'er and Mulan were under the shade of a tree, which made it a little cooler.
When Zhu Erhu came over, he was smelling of sweat. He sat down and took a deep breath.
Mulan poured a bowl of sour plum soup and handed it to Zhu Erhu. Zhu Erhu cooed a few times and poured it all into his stomach in a few mouthfuls.
"Comfortable~" Zhu Erhu sighed, and then wiped the sweat beads with his sleeve.
Mulan smiled and said, "It's all thanks to Yun'er. If it weren't for Yun'er, I wouldn't be able to drink such delicious sour plum soup to relieve summer heat!"
Zhu Erhu nodded and said, "Yes, thanks to Miss Yun'er, you can't even buy this thing with money."
Zhao Yun'er smiled and said, "You're welcome, I just cooked a little more!"
"Haha, it's ice cold. I have a bowl when I'm working, and I immediately regain my energy!" Zhu Erhu said, pouring another large bowl into his stomach, with a satisfied smile on his lips.
"Ms. sir, do you have back pain again?" Mulan asked with concern when she saw Zhu Erhu's hunched back.
Zhu Erhu smiled as if it was nothing, "A little bit, it won't be a problem!"
Mulan curled her lips, "Every night when I go to bed, I scream in pain and say it's okay! Let me squeeze it for you. It will make you feel better!"
Mulan said, reaching out to give Zhu Erhu a kneading gesture.
She couldn't bear to let her husband-in-law be like this. It was too hard to work alone in the fields.