Ma Jing continued, "We were the ones who plowed the fields, Xiao Hua, did you know? Plowing was really tiring, we were all worn out. Have you ever plowed a field? Well, you're so young, probably not. You might not know how hard it is. The cold wind blew, snowflakes drifted, and our hands were cracked from the cold. Look, my fingers haven't recovered yet, and they still hurt when it's windy or rainy."
Zhang Xiaohua watched Ma Jing's animated gestures, wishing he could kick his mouth to hurry up and get to the point. At the same time, he was afraid that Ma Jing would shove his fingers in his face for him to see, so he didn't dare step forward. He secretly despised: "Even if his hand is cracked, how could the bone be injured? Who knows what Ma Jing has been up to?"
Seeing that Ma Jing was about to elaborate, Zhang Xiaohua quickly said, "Brother Ma, I've also done the field plowing, it's really tiring, let's talk about the medicinal fields instead."
