Chapter 1791

He also divided the steamed bread into two and handed it to Luo Yu Yi.

Luo Yuyi also sat on the ground at will and ate it.

Luo Yu knew that he was also sitting on the ground, and then broke some pieces and put them in his mouth. The steamed bread was steamed out. It was held in his hand and was warm. When he ate it in his mouth, it was incomparably soft.

If you take one bite, you want a second bite.

Maybe it's because he's too hungry. That's what makes him really feel. This is the best steamed bread he's ever eaten in his life.

He ate some more, broke some, and put them in front of the brand white, but the brand white did not eat.

"I knew you were full."

He poked his stomach, which was bulging. How many steamed buns in xiangjue temple were eaten by him.

"Well, go and play."

He is busy now. Of course, he is also doing business. He has no time to play with it.

In addition, they must finish the cutting.

no matter whether it is going to rain or not, at least what they are doing now has not been finished. This kind of half done thing is absolutely impossible to happen to him.

He bent down again and continued to cut wheat. Of course, it was also because of the moonlight that he didn't have to touch the dark. At this time, there was no one to speak, so he could only hear the sound of cutting wheat.

Faster and faster, and less and less.

Until finally, after all the wheat was cut, he sat on the ground, gasping for breath, and his hands were numb. Of course, his face still had that kind of prickly and painful feeling.

It's strange to say that I didn't feel anything else just now, but when I relaxed, I felt that everything was wrong. Of course, my stomach was also hungry.

At this time, the little monks put the wheat they had cut on the cart, and they were ready to take it back to the granary and take it to the temple for drying.

They were cutting, and some people were bundling all the time, so when they finished cutting their front feet, someone had already tied up the wheat, and many people had already arrived in the temple.

"Ji Ji..."

Brand white called out in front of the brand Yu.

As soon as he looked back, he saw that he was standing on a large number of ears of wheat, and he also called from time to time.

Needless to say, we all know how this pile of wheat comes from? It was picked up by blanching.

"I'll give you one more steamed bread tomorrow."

When he played his little ear, he asked the little monk on one side to pick up all the wheat ears and send them back to the temple.

For those ordinary families, every grain is hard, even a grain of wheat, they are reluctant to leave.

At this time, I don't know where the wind came from, which was blowing on him. The wind was cool or very comfortable. It seemed that because of the wind, even the summer heat was blown away.

Luo Yuzi picked up the brand white and got up from the ground. At this time, he was dressed in coarse clothes, and his clothes were covered with mud and soil. Of course, no one saw him.

Or you'll have to break your jaw.

Even those who are a little rich and wealthy can never harvest their own wheat.

But the two brothers have done it, and they have done well.

Until he returned to the courtyard, Niu Xin was frightened at the sight of the bruise on his face. He just went back to the house and took some things. What's the matter with his childe? All his face was hurt.

"What did you do today? How could you be so hurt?"

"So serious?" He also touched his face, which was not good. It hurt him when he touched it. He could not help but take back his hand. Fortunately, it was just a small wound, otherwise he had to destroy his capacity.

His handsome face is a pity.

"By the way, do all the people in your village collect wheat like this?"

Luo Yuyi asks Niu Xin, and also stares at Niu Xin's face seriously. In other words, he wants to know whether niuxin is the same as Niu Xin. There will be wheat harvest left on his face. At this time, the cuts left are coming?

It's like crying cow.

"Young master, when the villagers collect grain, they naturally have a way. Moreover, they should take a hat and wrap their face with cloth. In this way, they will not get sunburn or be cut by wheat awns."

"It's not cute at all."

After listening to this, he swung his sleeve. It was this kind of coarse cloth that was made of short strokes. Where did the sleeves come from? It was a little strange. Some of them did it regardless of the type?

Niu Xin touches her nose and knows that her self-esteem seems to have been hurt a little. Of course, she is also smart and doesn't say anything more.Brand Yu knows to enter the house, although Niu Xin is not martial arts, but he is a very qualified boy, also know, what he wants to do most now?

He just wants a bucket of hot water, but also wants to wash away the soil. Since he was born, he has never been so dirty.

When he took off his clothes, he first threw the brand white into it, and then he himself also went into the bath. Now, his body is almost covered with soil, all of which are cuts. Although it doesn't hurt much, it hurts a lot, especially after being stained with water.

When I changed my clothes, I felt alive.

"Childe..." Niu Xin sees this, brand Yu knows out, also be in a hurry to stand up.

"Just now the little prince sent Xiao an over and brought some medicine to the young master. He said that after wiping it, he would be better tomorrow."

"Did he say, will my childe be disfigured?"

he couldn't help touching his face again, "can't this face be disfigured?"

"Yes." Niu Xin can't help it. Really, this is brother-in-law. What the young master of his family wants to say is clear.

"The little prince said, such a small injury, will not leave any scar, so please rest assured."

"That's good."

When he picked up the mirror, he also put it in front of him. As a result, seeing his face hurt, he could not help but buckle the mirror on the table.

He can't stand it. He can't bear to block his face.

But at last he took the mirror and put it in front of him.

It's also strange to say that he began to rub some medicine on his face. When he smeared these drugs on the wound, he would have a cool feeling.

Niu Xin opened the door again and brought some vegetables.

He made it himself in the kitchen.

"Can you send it to my third son?"

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