Zhu Erhu asked in confusion, "Mom, Dr. Sun said that my eldest brother is fine. Just rest at home. You are still worried. What are you worried about?"
Mrs. Zhu had a mournful face and glared at Zhu Erhu, "You brat, you are speaking lightly. Didn't you hear what Dr. Sun said? Dr. Sun said, let your eldest brother rest at home during this period. .
The rice in our field has not been harvested yet. Your eldest brother is lying on the bed to rest. Who is going to help harvest the rice? The rice from several acres of fields cannot be wasted, right? Our family relies on these rice grains as food for the coming year. Otherwise, what will we eat and drink at home? "
Zhu Erhu heard what Mrs. Zhu said and thought about it.
Now that the families are divided, Zhu Daniu is the only labor force for the first and third houses.
Zhu Daniu was lying on the bed. We couldn't rely on Mrs. Zhu, an old woman, nor Qi, a woman, for the work in the fields.
However, there is another man, and that is Zhu Sanlu.
It's a pity that Zhu Sanlu has been pampered since he was a child and has never done any work in the fields. He was raised with tender skin and tender flesh. Now it is a bit impossible for him to work in the fields and cut rice.
The rice from the Zhu family's several acres of fields must still be harvested and cannot be wasted.
Mrs. Zhu cried for a while and suddenly thought of something. She cast her eyes on Zhu Erhu and said to Zhu Erhu, "Second brother, you also heard what Dr. Sun said. Your eldest brother must have a good rest now and cannot work in the fields easily." Son, it’s not easy to grow food from our few acres of land. Why don’t you help us harvest it
Anyway, it’s too late to wait for your few acres of land to be harvested. "
Zhu Erhu was a little embarrassed after hearing what Mrs. Zhu said.
It would have been nothing more than a favor from him in the past. Harvesting rice would have been harder at most. After all, we were a family and we couldn't just watch the food in several acres of fields go to waste.
But in the past two days, he felt that it was not easy to finish harvesting the grains in his own field, let alone helping the big house to finish the harvest.
His waist hurt so much that he had to rest for a long time after cutting for a while, otherwise the pain would be unbearable.
Before Zhu Erhu could answer, Mulan jumped out and refused very directly, "Mom, it's such a hot day, my eldest brother has a heat stroke, and my second tiger may also have a heat stroke! Originally, he had already harvested several acres of our land by himself. It’s very difficult. If you let him help you harvest the rice now, aren’t you afraid of exhausting him
Besides, his back has been bad for the past few days, and when I finish harvesting for you, I think his back will be broken. Mom, if you feel sorry for your eldest brother, you should also feel sorry for our two tigers, right? You can't wait until he's lying in bed like your elder brother and can't get up, so you don't do anything to him! "
Mrs. Zhu looked at Mulan angrily, "If you don't want to help, just don't want to help. Why are you giving so many excuses?"
Mulan sneered and said, "Mom, I'm not kidding you. Can't you tell by looking at Erhu's back?"
Only then did Mrs. Zhu notice that Zhu Erhu was always stooping when walking. She must have had a problem with her back.
Only then did he angrily refrain from replying.
However, when he thought about the trouble of having no one to harvest the rice in several acres of fields, he muttered, "Then what do you think we can do? Your eldest brother is dying. If I don't count on my second brother, who else can I count on?"
Mulan replied speechlessly, "Mom, isn't there a third brother at home?"