Chapter 57 Throwing a tantrum
As soon as Liu Ji saw the front door of his house, he couldn't move even a step.
God knows how long the mountain road was, and he had to carry so much wheat back, and he almost died along the way.
On the way back, he had cursed himself hundreds of times.
Liu San, Liu San, why didn't you sell these two acres of land at the beginning? Now you are really hurting yourself.
As his breath failed, he fell to the ground along with the burden on his shoulders. He lay on the straw, gasping for breath and rolling his eyes, unaware of what day it was.
Qin Yao clicked her tongue twice, because she knew how tiring it was to work in the fields, and looked at Liu Ji with rare sympathy.
The four children gathered around worriedly, some brought water, some wiped the sweat, and some offered comfort.
This treatment is unparalleled. Have you
ever seen people who come back from the fields carrying wheat so pampered? They put down their load and turned around to continue to carry the next one.
Qin Yao walked up, lifted him off the straw, took the load, and carried the two large bundles of straw into the yard.
Liu Ji stared in amazement as she lifted up the wheat straw with one hand, which was about to crush him. He really wanted to ask her why she tortured herself if that was the case.
However, I didn't dare to ask, so I could only crawl into the yard and shout, "I'm hungry, food!"
Qin Yao was too lazy to cook and didn't know how to cook, so she just cooked a pot of porridge.
Liu Ji took a look at the unappetizing porridge and asked weakly, "Madam, can you allow me to add some sugar?"
Qin Yao nodded for the sake of the two bundles of wheat in the yard.
The four children immediately followed their father and added half a spoonful of sugar each, so that the porridge tasted sweet and delicious.
Qin Yao felt that the four children at home were easy to take care of. They were not picky about food at all. They would eat whatever was given to them and never complained. They could even help pick wild vegetables.
Looking up at the basket of wild vegetables hanging on the beam in the kitchen, Qin Yao planned to fry them for lunch tomorrow to see how they tasted.
I haven't eaten enough vegetables, and I haven't been able to go to the toilet comfortably these days.
Si Niang kept humming for a long time this morning, and then she came back with tears in her eyes and said, "Mom, my stomach is bloated."
Qin Yao touched it with her hand and found that it was definitely constipation.
This matter can be big or small, and most villagers don't care. Even if a child may die as a result, they simply can't care given the frequency of going to the fields.
Qin Yao was worried, so she immediately gave Dalang twenty copper coins and asked him to go to Doctor Liu's house to get some convenient medicine.
After drinking the white porridge in the evening, Qin Yao cooked the medicine. There were six people in the family, and each person had a small bowl.
"Drink porridge these days to help digestion." Qin Yao decided.
The four father and his two sons had no objection. As long as they were full, it was fine rice. What's more, the porridge they cooked was a hundred times better than that made from coarse rice.
After Liu Ji finished drinking the medicine, he slumped down on a chair in the main room, looking as if he was in a trance.
He chatters all the time, which Qin Yao finds annoying.
It suddenly became quiet today and the house felt a bit deserted.
She went to the shower room to take a hot bath, scooped two buckets of hot water and put them in, and asked Dalang and the other three to go in and wipe their bodies and wash their heads.
For fear of catching a cold, the whole family didn't take a shower or wash their hair during the whole winter. Only she couldn't bear it and washed her hair twice.
It was okay when the weather was cold, but now that the temperature has risen, the smell on my body is so bad. If I don't wash it, it will be pickled.
Qin Yao sat at the door of the main hall, holding a dry towel and wiping her hair. "How much wheat is left to be harvested?"
When Liu Ji heard her question, his eyes lit up a little, and he said weakly:
"We have already harvested one acre today. We will harvest another acre tomorrow and it will take another two days to harvest them all."
The voice became quieter and quieter, and after a moment of silence, he appeared behind Qin Yao and carefully grabbed a corner of her clothes, "My wife, please forgive me. If you keep doing this, I will die in the field tomorrow!"
Qin Yao was startled by him, frowned and pulled out the corner of her clothes, "If you didn't die today, you definitely won't die tomorrow."
Liu Ji began to cry miserably, lifting up his sleeves and trouser legs, "My wife, please have some pity on me. Look at my body. There is no good flesh left. It is full of wheat thorns and poisonous mosquitoes. They bite me so hard that I feel dizzy. Now when I think about having to go again tomorrow, I would rather be beaten to death by you."
Qin Yao sneered: "Ha!"
"Then just beat me to death. I won't have to suffer anymore!"
Liu Ji suddenly lay down on the ground, demonstrating what it means to be shameless and invincible.
As the four brothers and sisters of Dalang just came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, they saw their father rolling on the floor of the main room, three circles to the left and three circles to the right, acting like a scoundrel to the fullest.
It's just astonishing.
Qin Yao was also stunned. It took her five seconds to react. She kicked the maggot on the ground.
"Why are you crazy! It's just harvesting wheat, is it that serious?" Qin Yao raised an eyebrow and shouted.
Liu Ji huddled against the door frame, his head hanging, his shoulders drooping, his peach blossom eyes flushed red, his lips biting his sleeves, and he replied weakly, "As for."
Qin Yao: "."
She was convinced. Seeing that Dalang and the other two had come out, she pointed to the bathroom and urged them in disgust:
"Go take a shower, you stink!"
Liu Ji only moved a little bit, holding on to the door frame with both hands. He looked as if his whole body was broken, and tears welled up in his peach blossom eyes.
Qin Yao had to admit that she felt a little bit pitiful.
But he still shouted coldly: "Go!"
"Tomorrow you will be in charge of harvesting and I will be in charge of picking. We will try to get all the remaining wheat back in one day."
She added this.
Liu Ji's dim eyes suddenly lit up.
He excitedly reached out to grab her hand, but she dodged him sideways. He awkwardly withdrew his hand, grinning with joy, "My lady, I knew you were kinder than the Buddha!"
I immediately became excited and went to the kitchen to pour the hot water in the pot into the wooden bucket, then carried it to the shower room to take a shower.
Qin Yao helped Sanlang and Si Niang dry their hair. Seeing that the moon had risen, she patted their little butts and said, "Go back to the house and go to sleep."
He also told Dalang, "I will cook an extra pot of porridge tomorrow morning and put it on the stove. You can eat breakfast and lunch by yourselves and practice your calligraphy at home."
Dalang knew that his parents would have to work in the fields tomorrow, so he responded sensibly, "Don't worry, Auntie. I will take good care of Erlang and the others and won't let them run around."
Qin Yao patted the boy's shoulder with relief. Dalang looked at her embarrassedly and led his younger brother and sister back to the room to sleep.
Seeing that the lights in the children's room were off, Qin Yao turned around and looked up, only to see Liu Ji, wearing a thin white undershirt, with black hair like a waterfall, and walking out of the shower room with long legs.
He poured the remaining sewage into the drain and placed the bucket at the bathroom door. When he looked up, the moonlight fell on that handsome and affectionate face.
Qin Yao's pupils trembled, and a feeling of anger rose in her heart.
How could God have given this scoundrel such a beautiful face?
"Liu Ji, which immortal did you save in your previous life?" Qin Yao asked doubtfully, gritting her teeth.
Liu Ji felt that this question sounded familiar, as if someone had asked the same question before.
Who was it? I can't remember.
He looked at her blankly, his peach blossom eyes showing deep affection even when looking at a dog. If Qin Yao hadn't seen him rolling on the ground, she would probably be dazed.
Leaving a sentence "Get up early tomorrow", Qin Yao turned around and went back to the house to sleep.
Liu Ji felt much better when he thought that he would not be the only one suffering tomorrow. Even after he fell asleep, the corners of his mouth were upturned.
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