Chapter 322： Can they plant rice?

Uncle Wu stepped on the ground with his bare feet and glanced at the guests present. All of them were thin-skinned and tender, and they didn't look like they were made for work.

The bushy brows frowned, "Can they plant the seedlings? Did this person find the wrong one? What if the seedlings are wrongly planted and damaged?"

The matter of planting rice is not just about planting it casually, but also pay attention to the distance between the rows. If the planting is wrong, it will affect the harvest of crops.

Yan Zhixu glanced at the field full of water, "That's right, we can do it."

Hearing what she said, Uncle Wu was dubious. Forget it, he would re-plant the seedlings that he felt were not well-planted.

Seeing that Mo Shuan was limping and the injury on his leg was not completely healed, Nan Yuanqi greeted the staff standing beside him.

"Go to the nearby supermarket and buy her a pair of rain boots of the right size, remember to be the right height and not too stuffy."

Hearing the director's words, Mo Shuan was flattered, but did not reject the kindness.

Her foot injury is not good, and if she doesn't wear rain boots to plant rice in the field, it will indeed affect the recovery of the wound.

Yu Furong's eyes lit up, and there was a glimmer of hope inside, "Director... Can I also have a pair of rain boots?"

Nan Yuanqi's eyes were like cold stars, and his body was filled with a rough and tough guy's breath, "Are you suffering from the same injury as her? Lame and unable to walk?"

In the face of the beautiful big star, he can scolded mercilessly, and there is no doubt that the straight man of steel.

Jade Lotus: "…"

This question shouldn't be asked, the director has always had no humanity.

Yan Zhixu rolled up his sleeves, squatted down, took off his shoes, and rolled his pants up to his thighs.

The skin of the legs is fair but not weak, and the calf muscles are full of explosive power.

"Let's go."

Without any hesitation, she simply walked down the field neatly. The morning in Jiangcheng was also very hot, and the water in the field was icy cold and quite comfortable.

"Not bad."

Seeing that Yan Zhixu was so decisive, the disgust on Old Man Wu's face was much lessened. He walked down the field, holding the seedlings to her place.

Seeing this, Rong Cheng rolled up his trousers and walked down the field after him, without a trace of reluctance.

"Let's go, don't stand still, finish your work early and go home on vacation early."

Zhuo Zhenghe patted Qin Chu on the shoulder. How could they be afraid of doing farm work when they are big men?

After everyone left for a while, only Yu Furong, Gu Jiu and Mo Shuan, who were injured in their legs and who had not gotten rain boots, were the only guests left.

I glanced at the director's livid face and then looked at so many cameras at the scene.

Yu Furong and Gu Jiu went down the field slowly, crawling like snails as they walked, as if they were walking not in paddy fields but the tip of a knife.

"Hey, it's not very good, when will this grinder be able to finish planting?"

Xin Bai stood on the shore, standing and talking without back pain, and shook his head in disgust.

"You too."

"No... what did you say?"

Xin Bai raised his finger in disbelief and pointed to himself and to the paddy field, "Do you want me to plant rice in the field?"

Nan Yuanqi raised his eyes and saw that Yan Zhixu had already taken the seedlings from Uncle Wu's hand and bent down to plant them.

He can't understand the posture of planting rice seedlings, but it is exactly the same as that of Uncle Wu, and the spacing is also suitable. It should be a good planting.

He said impatiently, "Why don't I let you go down without planting rice? Standing foolishly in the paddy field?"

After speaking, he squatted down and rolled up his trousers and went down to the field to plant rice. The director did the work himself, and Xin Bai dared to stay on the shore, rolling up his trousers with a quick movement.