This season, a little cold sour plum wave, mung bean soup to drink, a few men at home will be more comfortable to work.

If not, the two men would not adapt.

Feng Changxia turned her lips and said to Zhao yun'er, "yun'er girl, what you said is not unreasonable. If my family takes it for nothing, it is not easy for you to sell it to me. My family will pay for the money. It is not easy for your uncle and second cousin to work in the field. It will be better to drink some sour plum soup and mung bean soup you have made, In the face of Zhao Tianhu, he agreed to Feng Changxia.

If not, she would not be in need of the silver she had sold.

After cooking a large pot of sour plum soup, Zhao Yuner sent it to the big room and her family, and then sent some to Mulan.

They went to the field together.

There are still many families that have not finished harvesting the rice. Zhao Yuner's family has already finished harvesting the rice. At this time, they are helping the second room people to harvest.

It was the Mulan family. Zhu erhu was the only one who was short of manpower. Therefore, several acres of farmland had not been finished.

Mulan is very distressed for Zhao Tianhu. However, she has a lot of housework and has to take three children with her. She doesn't have so much effort to help Zhao Tianhu harvest wheat together.

When he arrived in the field, Zhao Yuner saw that Zhu erhu's back was already soaked with sweat. Because he was busy working in the field these days, Zhu erhu's skin, which had been slightly dark, felt a little darker now.

If you continue to bask in the sun, you will have the potential to be Bao Qingtian, just like an African aborigine.

Of course, Zhao Tianhu is not the only one like this. In such a season, people who cut rice under the ground will be a bit dark.

Mulan was holding the iced sour plum soup in her hand, and yelled at Zhu erhu, who was working in the field not far away, "my husband, I've brought you sour plum soup. Come here and have a rest."

Zhu erhu heard the sound, straightened up, saw Mulan, toward the direction of Mulan and Zhao Yuner came.

Zhao yun'er and Mulan are under the shade of a tree, covered by the shade, a little bit shady.

When Zhu erhu came over, he sat down with a heavy breath of sweat.

Mulan poured a bowl of sour plum soup and handed it to Zhu erhu. Zhu erhu murmured a few times and poured it all into his stomach.

"Comfortable ~" Zhu erhu sighed, then took the sleeve to wipe the sweat beads.

Mulan said with a smile, "it's thanks to yun'er. If yun'er hadn't been able to drink the sour plum soup to relieve the summer heat!"

Zhu erhu nodded and said, "yes, thanks to yun'er girl, this thing can't be bought with money."

Zhao yun'er smiles, "you're welcome. I'll cook more by the way."

"Ha ha, it's cold. I'll have a bowl of dry work, and I'll recover my spirit immediately." Zhu erhu said, and poured a large bowl into his stomach, the corner of his mouth showed a satisfied smile.

"My husband, do you have back pain again?" Mulan see Zhu erhu bent back, concern asked.

Zhu erhu as nothing to smile, "a little bit, not in the way!"

Mulan but turned her mouth, "every night when I go to bed, I cry out that it's OK! I'll pinch it for you. It'll be more comfortable after you pinch it! "

Mulan said, reaching out to Zhu erhu.

She was reluctant to part with her husband. It was too hard to work alone in the field.

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