With the competition, several people worked harder. Beibei took the sickle and swung it again and again, and his work was quite good.
The old lady was very surprised: "Jiu'er, look at Beibei, it really looks like that."
Qian Jiujiu laughed: "That's right! I didn't expect that. It's just right, so let's draw Beibei for the first painting."
At the beginning, everyone was full of enthusiasm. But as soon as Qian Jiujiu finished a painting, several people became discouraged.
His arms began to ache, and his waist felt a little tired. Beibei turned his head, looked at the others, and asked quietly: "Yaoyao, are you tired?"
Mo Yunyao nodded: "I'm so tired. But you see everyone is so hardworking, I'm embarrassed to say it, but I think Li Tong should be more tired."
The two turned to look at Li Tong, who was already sweating profusely from exhaustion and progressing very slowly. Feeling their gazes, her face instantly turned red: "I'm sorry, did I delay the progress of the game?"
Beibei found it funny to see Li Tong wishing he could find a hole to crawl into. "No, you misunderstood. I know I wanted to ask you if you are tired. If you are, you can take a rest. The competition is not a big deal."
Li Tong was a little surprised: "Really? Can I really take a break?"
Seeing the child was so happy, she asked twice in a row. Beibei laughed, girls are really lovable when they are cute.
"Take a break, Yaoyao, let's take a break too. We can work harder after taking a break to speed up the progress."
Thinking that Li Tong was embarrassed to rest alone, Beibei suggested that the three of them rest together. Mo Yunyao had also wanted to rest for a long time, and the three of them walked over and sat down next to Qian Jiujiu.
Qian Jiujiu looked at Bei Bei with a smile: "Bei Bei, what do you think of my painting?"
The painting showed Beibei bending over to cut rice. His body looked very stiff. Beibei's mouth twitched: "You have portrayed my unfamiliarity vividly."
Qian Jiujiu nodded in agreement: "It seems that my drawing skills have improved a lot. Speaking of which, I have been interested in comics recently. What do you think of me publishing a book?"
Suddenly, she had a brilliant idea. If she brought modern comics into this world, people in this world would accept them and like them.
Beibei looked at Qian Jiujiu in confusion: "What is a comic?"
Qian Jiujiu pulled out another piece of white paper: "Come, let me draw it for you. This one is really pretty and cute."
There was a big-headed doll in the picture. The bun on its head was the same as Beibei's, and the clothes on its body were similar to Beibei's.
Although the face shape is a bit exaggerated, it can still be seen that it is Bei Bei, and a cute version of Bei Bei. Li Tong couldn't help but exclaimed: "So cute."
Qian Jiujiu nodded with satisfaction: "Well, it looks good. What do you think Beibei? Do you like it?"
Beibei really liked it: "I like it. I will make it into a doll and put it in my room. I like it so much. Mom, please teach me how to draw it."
She likes comics, and when she saw this pattern of painting, she liked it very much. When Fang's mother saw Beibei and others coming to rest, she couldn't help but said, "Xiao Xi, you are tired too, come and have a rest."
Nan Nan was actually also tired, but he felt that he was a boy and could not give up like this. Mu Yeyin was a little tired, as he was younger and had never worked so hard before.
"Brother Nannan, let's take a break. I can hardly hold the sickle."
Chu Shaoyang was still doing his job properly, but he felt helpless. Why did he choose to cut rice here? Was this something he should do
It was so annoying. These people were really good. Why did they do farm work instead of doing other things? As he was thinking, he accidentally cut his other hand with the sickle, and a stream of bright red blood appeared instantly.
Nan Nan was startled and immediately dropped the sickle and came to Chu Shaoyang: "Chu Shaoyang, are you okay? Mother, Chu Shaoyang is injured."
Everyone was startled by Nan Nan's voice. Qian Jiujiu and Bei Bei were talking about comics. When they heard Nan Nan's shout, they immediately ran over and looked at the injury on Chu Shaoyang's hand.
"It's just a superficial wound. Luckily, it's not a big deal. Come with me first and I'll help you treat the wound."
Seeing that Chu Shaoyang was injured, Beibei took the initiative to speak: "Brother, let's forget about the bet. Brother Chu is injured, and you have one less person, so there is no possibility of comparison."
Nan Nan looked at their land, which was obviously progressing faster. After a moment of silence, he nodded in agreement: "Then forget about the bet. After all, it's not fair."
Chu Shaoyang was taken away by Qian Jiujiu to heal his wounds, and Nan Nan also sat down with Mu Yeyin to rest. After all, it was very hard, and the Fang family had expected this situation a long time ago, so they just smiled and shook their heads and continued to work.
Beibei looked at the Fang family's skilled movements and couldn't help but say, "Sure enough, when it comes to working in the fields, practice makes perfect. Everyone has their own strengths."
Nan Nan nodded in agreement: "Yes, so have you rested enough? If so, then let's get back to work."
Beibei snorted and stood up: "Go on if you want."
Li Tong was relieved to hear that the bet was cancelled. Now he could take his time. He returned to the field and started working.
Fang Xiaoxi followed Qian Jiujiu and bandaged Chu Shaoyang's wound. She looked at Chu Shaoyang and said, "Chu Shaoyang, you can sit by and rest for a while, and watch them work."
Chu Shaoyang nodded: "Okay."
Finally, I don't have to work in the fields. This little injury is worth it. It's just a minor injury, which can be healed after a bandage. I just sit under the shade of the tree and watch.
Fang Xiaoxi looked at Qian Jiujiu: "Master, I have to go back to make lunch."
She couldn't go to the fields in previous years and couldn't help much, so she took the initiative to recruit people to cook for the family. When Qian Jiujiu heard this, she glanced at Fang Xiaoxi and said, "Are you in time?"
There are quite a lot of people coming today. Since going to school, the task of delivering meals to the mountain has been handed over to Fang's father and mother.
There are the sauces made by Fang Xiaoxi, as well as the methods she passed on to Fang's mother. Fang's mother's cooking skills are now about 60% as good as Fang Xiaoxi's.
Others were willing to eat the food cooked by Fang Xiaoxi if they couldn't. This business was not lost, but now they were busy with the autumn harvest, so they couldn't send it to the mountain.
During this period of time, let the people on the mountain solve it themselves. As long as Master Ye is convinced, there won't be any big problems.
Master Ye has been living on the mountain for some time. The mountain has been almost built and he can enjoy the cool air. As for meals, he has no appetite recently, but he agreed that the Fang family would not send meals for the time being.
The Fang family could then focus on their autumn harvest. When Fang Xiaoxi returned, Qian Jiujiu asked the maid who had come with her to help, so lunch was prepared quite quickly.
Fang Xiaoxi looked at Qingyue and the others: "Aunt Qingyue, I'll go and inform my parents and master that they are back for dinner."
The sun is too strong at noon, so we need to take a break for an hour or two. It is just right for us to have lunch and take a break, and then continue working in the afternoon.
When Fang Xiaoxi arrived, except for the old lady and Qian Jiujiu, everyone else who was working was sweating profusely.
"Master, let's go back and have lunch."
Qian Jiujiu put away the painting in her hand and said, "Time flies. It's lunch time again."
Beibei hammered his waist and looked at Qian Jiujiu. I guess, in this place, except for you, no one else would feel that time passes quickly.
Fortunately, it only took one morning. If she had continued working, I wonder if she would have survived: "I am so tired. I feel like my hands are not my own anymore."
Li Tong also looked at Bei Bei listlessly: "Who said it wasn't true! I didn't expect that the work would be so hard and tiring."
Mo Yunyao, the daughter of a wealthy family, was so tired that she couldn't speak a word. She followed Beibei and the group staggered towards Fang Xiaoxi's home.
We met some villagers along the way. They looked at the group and couldn't help laughing as if they were disabled people.
How desperate are these city people? Instead of enjoying their good lives, they come to work in the fields. They are all as tired as dogs. It's really funny.
After returning to Fang Xiaoxi's home and having lunch, Master Fang looked at Mu Yexiao and asked, "Sir, do you want to find a room to rest?"
Mu Yexiao glanced at Qian Jiujiu and shook his head: "No need, my wife and I will go out for a walk, you just need to take care of the children. By the way, let them continue to work in the afternoon."
Since they were brought here to experience the autumn harvest, they naturally had to experience it completely. As for Chu Shaoyang, he was injured and had no choice but to watch from the side.
After Mu Yexiao finished speaking, he took Qian Jiujiu out and said, "Let's go to the nearby mountain to see how the villa is being built. I haven't seen Master Ye for a long time, so we can go over and meet him."
Qian Jiujiu hummed, thinking that it was time to come back and see the elders. So after the two of them had lunch, they said goodbye to Master Fang and went straight up the mountain.
I haven't been to the mountain for a long time. Seeing that the villa is almost completed, Qian Jiujiu nodded with satisfaction: "It looks pretty good. And it's very big. It seems that it would be nice to live here."
Mu Yexiao naturally agreed: "This is really a good place."
As he said this, Master Ye came out staggering with a fan in his hand. Their own internal strength had already made them immune to cold and heat, but Master Ye was holding a fan. Why was he doing that
I only saw Master Ye come to the big tree in the front, then jumped up, lay on the branch, and fanned himself with a small fan. He looked so carefree, which was really nice.
"I have met Master Ye. It seems that he is living a very comfortable life."