"Uncle Li, give me a hat."

Uncle Li opened his mouth: "ah? Young master, do you want to do farm work, too? "

This is really a rich family with ten fingers that do not touch the spring water. Even today, it is the second time that his feet are stained with mud. He does not know whether he can recognize more than one hand for the vegetables in the field.

He also wore the same beekeeper hat.

Looking at the model, I felt that the two models were working on the farm

Wenqiao took Fu Nanli to one side of the beehive, picked up a beehive, and was picked up by Fu Nanli: "I come, you follow." As soon as he turned around, wenjo took another hive and followed him to the peach grove.

The young master's face is black. The girl who doesn't worry has to talk to her when she goes back at night.

Wenjo and Vernon were shuttling through the peach forest.

Once he opened his mouth to the stock market leverage economy and closed his mouth to the NASDAQ Federal Reserve, he is now seriously analyzing whether the peach blossom can be artificially pollinated with Wenqiao.

Qiu Ya was left behind.

She had some complaints. Her hands were used to play the violin, and the insurance cost was 10 million yuan. Now she has to do such heavy farm work. Bees are buzzing in front of her eyes. She is very afraid. The ground is watered and muddy. She almost falls.

Looking up again, Fu Nanli and Wenqiao were chatting and laughing in the peach grove, which made her even more resentful.

The efficiency of Wenqiao and Qiu Ya is in the eye of Uncle Li. Xiao Wen is quick at work, so quick that the young master is distressed. She makes her take a break from time to time and drink water. She is not hypocritical. She only says that she can rest after finishing.

Although Miss Qiu seems to want to work hard, she is not as efficient as Xiaowen. Moreover, she is afraid of everything, insects and bees, which is really hard for her.

On the last trip, wenjo took a board of bees to the deepest peach grove.

She has been working for nearly three hours.

Even Fu Nanli was a bit impatient.

Not to mention Miss Jiao Qiu ya. Her face was a little ugly behind her veil, and she murmured, "in order to please the old man, Wen Qiao is really generous enough to go out.".

No way. She can't lose.

She also picked up a plate of beeswax, which was full of bees, and went to a field ridge. Because she was too tired, she fell on the ground and her hat was overturned. The bees in her hands seemed to be shocked and flew to her.

When the scream reached Wen Qiao's ear, she was startled. Looking back, she saw several farmers approaching Qiu ya. She quickly put down the bee board on her hand and ran there with Fu Nanli's hand.

There was a constant scream.

The head of the farm quickly picked up the pole to drive away the bees on Qiu Ya's face and body.

Seeing Qiu Ya's miserable situation, Fu Nanli stretched out his hand to help Wenqiao cover the gauze curtain around the brim of his hat.

After a while, the bees on Qiu Ya's face scattered. The group leader took off his hat and put it on Qiu ya: "put it on quickly."

Wenqiao wants to see, is really miserable, Qiu Ya's face was stung by bees swollen.

Qiu Ya was pulled up by the group leader. The physiological pain made her unable to stop her tears. The group leader was in a hurry: "try not to cry. There is some salt in the tears. The stung wound will be more painful."