After the locust disaster, my fairy reincarnation identity was exposed

The whole village has a bumper rice harvest, and the whole village is full of joy and busy working happily.

Although they don't tell other villages about their own rice, on the day of the rice harvest, those relatives and friends who know the good news still come to help harvest the rice, secretly and secretly asking about the secret of rice maturity.

Not to mention the villagers from Village 11 came to see it, even people from the other side of the mountain came to see it, and the Hong family was hiding in the crowd.

Ms. Hong looked at the golden rice in her field, her eyes brightened with joy. These were all grains, and they were grains that would keep you from going hungry after you were full.

Fortunately, she returned to her parents' home, otherwise she would have to harvest rice now and she would be exhausted.

After they finished harvesting the rice, she would come back and take a big bag of the rice home to make seeds for her brother, so that she could grow early-ripening rice.

It's better to stay in your parents' home. Your biological father, mother, and brothers who have protected you since childhood all love you.

Even my nieces and nephews are much more filial than my blind-eyed, wolf-like girl.

Hong did not dare to stay long for fear that the Xiang family would see her and arrest her to harvest rice. She had to go home quickly and discuss with her parents and brothers what to do next.

Because it was a bumper rice harvest, the fields were very busy, and they didn’t have time to entertain relatives and friends when they came. They could just help them as they wished, and if they didn’t want to, just forget it.

Mr. Xiang had already made arrangements for the whole village to mobilize.

Those who can go to the fields to harvest a good harvest will go to the fields, and those who cannot go to the fields will patrol the village to prevent people from outside the village from stealing things.

The old man and the half-year-old child are even more useful.

Mr. Xiang and a group of old people were standing guard at the end of the village. Their cloudy eyes were actually bright, staring at the people coming in and out one by one. They could tell at a glance whether they had stolen anything.

The half-grown children were running wildly in the village. It looked like they were running wildly, but in reality they were patrolling the village to see if anyone was entering the house to steal anything.

Xiang Ci also drank a large glass of spiritual spring water with his heart in mind to keep himself alert, hoping to tell his family as soon as he saw danger.

Because her family was afraid that something might happen to her, they wouldn't let her go to the ground, so she worked in the backyard and then wandered into the front yard.

There is a gong in the courtyard. If she detects danger, she will ring the gong to tell the villagers that there is danger.

While the family was harvesting rice, she was at home with Gu, Dabao, and Yu.

Mrs. Gu watched Dabao while Mrs. Yu cooked, and she helped wash the vegetables and light the fire.

It was not easy. She finally learned how to burn firewood. After her grandma prepared the meal, she sent the meal to the fields for her family to eat.

Everyone in the field was wearing long sleeves and straw hats, and they were all busy harvesting, not daring to take a break.

Xiang Ci put down the basket of food and shouted to everyone, "It's time to eat."

The family members came to eat in groups, Xiang Wan and Xiang Ling came first. They wore straw hats, their faces and hands were still red, their faces were covered with sweat, and their hair was painfully wet.

Xiang Ci hurriedly poured a glass of water for them and brought it to Xiang Wan and Xiang Ling: "Here, drink water."

She added half of the spiritual spring water to the water in the clay pot, which could help them quickly recover their strength.

When Xiang Wan took the bowl and drank water, the water in the bowl was mixed with sweat and dripped down her neck, making Xiang Ci's eyes turn red.

Everyone was trying to serve the family, but she could do nothing.

She sniffed, pursed her lips, and looked at her father and mother who were still bending down to cut the rice. She picked up the sickle that Xiang Wan had placed next to her.

Xiang Wan saw her making a move and immediately stopped her: "What are you doing?"

Xiang Ci smiled at Xiang Wan: "I'll cut the rice."

Xiang Wan looked at her bitter yet flattering smile, unable to say any words of rejection and took a step back.

Xiang Ci smiled at the fourth sister and ran towards the rice field.

It was just cutting rice. Although she had never done it in her two lives, she had seen it on TV. It was such a simple thing, and she was sure she could do it after just one look.

She secretly glanced at her mother's movements. She found a position far away from them, lowered her head, raised her hips, grabbed a handful of rice, and just pulled it with the sickle in her right hand. She could do it.

Xiang Ci held a handful of rice in his hand, and used the sickle in his right hand to slash at the roots of the rice...ah.

bleeding!

Xiang Ci quickly threw away the rice he was holding, and looked at the middle finger and index finger on his left hand where the skin was scratched by the sickle and blood was pouring out. The flesh tightened and his whole body trembled.

It hurt, but she didn't say a word.

She threw away the sickle and washed the wound with spiritual spring water. She watched the blood coming out and slowly stopped. Then she watched the wound slowly heal until it finally disappeared.

If it weren't for the puddle of blood on the ground and the painful and tight feeling in her temples, she would have thought it was just a dream.

Xiang Ci gritted her teeth and picked up the sickle again. This time when she grasped the rice with her left hand, she did not hold it low, but pinched it upward to leave room for the sickle to ensure that she would not cut her hand again this time.

The second knife did not cut the hand, but cut the left foot.

The sickle sliced ​​through the thousand-layer cloth shoes and cut the skin of the big toe. Blood gushed out and dyed the rice roots red.

This time it hurt even more than the previous cut. The water from the spiritual spring in her hand wetted her thousand-layer cloth shoes, but it couldn't wipe away the fact that she was a waste.

Xiang Ci felt wronged and incompetent. She sniffed and wanted to cut the rice again when Xiang Wan's voice sounded behind her: "Thousands of people have different faces, and they are all different. If you can't do this, don't force yourself."

Xiang Ci, who was holding the sickle, did not move and squatted there quietly.

Xiang Wan's voice as gentle as the breeze sounded again: "We can't do what you can do, and you can't do what we can do. This is fair. There is no need to compare. Whoever can do it must be able to do it."

"If that's the case, I, a girl who has broken off her marriage, will probably be the most useless person in the family. What do you think?"

Xiang Ci turned around and looked over, and saw Xiang Wan looking at him with a smile like the warm winter sun. One glance can make all the grievances in your heart surge to the sea and never return.

Xiang Ling raised her chin slightly and danced with the sickle in her hand, looking indifferent as if you and I are fighting over something, but the concern in her eyes was saying, with me, you can just stay at home.

Xiang Ci, who had just argued with himself, suddenly cleared up his blocked heart.

She stood up and returned the sickle to Xiang Ci: "The food is delicious and you are energetic. Then I will let you have two more bowls for dinner. I will go back first."

Xiang Wan took the sickle, smiled and nodded: "Send more water, it's too hot."

Xiang Ci smiled and nodded, and when he turned around, the tears he was holding back rolled down.

It’s not because my hands and feet hurt that I want to cry;

Xiang Ling's eyes fell on the place where Xiang Ci had just cut the rice. There were two pools of blood there, but she just noticed that there was no blood on Xiao Qi.

She withdrew her gaze and looked at Xiao Qi's leaving figure, her brows furrowed tightly.

So, gods bleed, but their wounds heal quickly, right?

Xiang Wan turned around and saw blood stains. The two pools of blood were so obvious that they could be seen at a glance.

She looked towards Xiang Ling, who shook his head.

Xiang Wan understood, her eyes fell on Xiao Qi's back, feeling envious and distressed in her heart.

So, even if a god bleeds, it will hurt, right?