I rely on the words of the husband [farming]

Mrs. Li didn't come late until this time. When she came out from the backyard, she saw the two people and said strangely: "Why are you two in the yard? Are you done talking? By the way, what happened to the noise outside just now?"

Zheng Cheng reassured that if you were slower, your son would be eaten up by those people, "It's okay, we're done talking, what are you and my dad doing?"

I haven't seen anyone for so long.

"The talk is over? That's just right." Li Shi was overjoyed, "I asked your father to boil water and prepare to kill the chicken, and you, don't just stand here, go and accompany that adult."

"You don't need to kill him, that person is gone." Zheng Cheng'an said calmly.

"What? You left without eating?" Li's eyes widened suddenly, and he slapped Zheng Chengan on the back in anger.

"There's no reason to let people go without eating? Will you still be a person and do things? If you say it, people may think that our family's education is poor." Li said angrily.

Zheng Chengan rubbed his shoulders, his mother confiscated all his strength, it hurt so much, "Would such a precious person stay at our house to eat? Think about what we eat, pickles are just a nest Wotou, you don’t even have white flour buns, can you let others eat these?”

Li shrugged: "That's right. But didn't I ask your father to kill the chicken? By the way, my chicken—"

"His father, keep the chicken under the knife!"

However, Mrs. Li was still late. On that day, there was a hot hard dish on the dinner table. While eating, Mrs. Li said distressedly: "I have raised this big flower for a long time. Look at this meat, it is so muscular. Look at this bone, how straight it is!"

Zheng Chengan perfunctoryly "hmm" while gnawing.

"Your father is really serious. He insists on killing this big flower of mine. It lays eggs very well." After speaking, he bit down a piece of meat in distress.

Father Zheng was not happy when he heard this, "Why did you put the pot on my head again? Didn't I follow your order to pick the fattest one?"

Mrs. Li glared at him, and stuffed a piece of meat full of bones into his mouth, "Eat yours, you can't stop your mouth if you eat meat."

Turning her head, Mrs. Li saw Zheng Chengan's shoulders shaking, she knew she was giggling, and gave him a blank look, "By the way, you didn't speak clearly in the field before, what's going on? ah?"

Zheng Chengan put down his chopsticks, and suddenly became serious. The main reason is that he didn't know the consequences of writing scripts before. After all, modern times call for the concept of professional equality. Who would have expected that other people in the village would despise him like this.

He knew that Li Shi was quite tolerant towards him in the past, but this was different. If Li Shi refused to let him write because of the gossip of the villagers, he really didn't know what to do.

Seeing his appearance, Mrs. Li frowned, and put down her chopsticks, "What are you doing without telling me?"

Zheng Chengan moved his lips, "Actually, it's nothing."

"It's nothing, why don't you dare tell me?" Li's eyes sank, "Could it be that you said that earning money is not allowed by the government?"

Father Zheng choked suddenly while eating, "Anzi, this is not allowed, our family cannot touch the offending things."

"No, how could I break the law and discipline?" Zheng Chengan didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Then why do you look like this?" Li Shi was surprised, if he hadn't suddenly changed his face while eating, he wouldn't think so.

Zheng Chengan saw that they seemed to have very low requirements on his bottom line, as long as he obeyed the law, he said directly: "The person who came today is the steward of Mingde Bookstore. I signed a contract with him today, and he will pay monthly. Give the bookstore a storybook."

After finishing speaking, Zheng Cheng'an fell silent, quietly observing the reactions of the two of them.

Mrs. Li blinked her eyes as if she didn't hear clearly, "What? The script?"

Zheng Chengan was a little guilty, and planned to talk to them carefully, but Li Shi looked him up and down suspiciously, "Just you? Still writing scripts? Can you do it?"

"Why can't I die?" Zheng Cheng'an was immediately aroused to fight.

Mrs. Li waved his hand, "Don't I know how much ink you have in your stomach? Everyone who writes scripts is talented, what are you doing!"

Father Zheng followed suit, "That's right, what are you doing?"

Being denied by two relatives one after another, Zheng Chengan didn't know how he felt in his heart.

Well, neither of these two people believed in his talent, or even worse, they didn't get angry or scold him when they heard that he was doing a job that the villagers thought would be embarrassing.

Zheng Chengan got up and left directly. Since they didn't believe it, he put the evidence in front of them.

Li stayed and said: "Hey, are you getting angry from embarrassment? Don't run away, your father didn't mean to talk about you."

Father Zheng was dissatisfied: "Obviously you said it first."

Soon, Zheng Chengan came back, and he pasted the paper in front of Li Shi, "I didn't run away, take a closer look, your son has ink."

Mrs. Li took it over and saw that he couldn't understand the densely packed characters, and he was illiterate, he could only recognize a few commonly used numbers, so he called Zheng's father over: "His father, come and have a look, I also I don't know."

Father Zheng snorted, "Now you know mine?"

Mrs. Li couldn't wait any longer, and grabbed the man by the collar, "What are you still talking about, come here quickly."

Father Zheng took the piece of paper over and carefully identified each word.

Mrs. Li waited for a while, but Father Zheng was still reading, impatiently said: "You haven't finished it yet, it's too slow, have you read the book?"

Father Zheng said, "Don't worry, you need to be more careful."

It is true that Zheng's father is a young reader, and he doesn't often use these words on weekdays. He guessed while reading, and read slowly, "Well, my son seems to be right. This is written in the script, and it must be handed in on time. , the money is calculated according to the number of copies printed each time, and the profit is divided into [-] to [-]."

"Well, yes, yes, there are the names and fingerprints of the steward and the village chief on it, so it shouldn't be a lie."

Mrs. Li followed, "Let me see, where is it?"

"It's true. Then it's not a lie. My son can really write scripts."

Zheng Chengan cocked his tail triumphantly, like a little fox stealing food, "Is that fake?"

Mrs. Li smiled happily, "Let me just say, my son is so smart, he just follows me at first sight, how could he not even write a script."

Father Zheng said: "If my son wants to do what he wants, he will do what I want. You don't even know a single word, how can you do what you want."

Mrs. Li's expression turned ugly immediately, and she glared at Father Zheng. Seeing that another big battle was about to start, Zheng Cheng'an hurriedly said, "Do whatever you want, I'm sure this is the combination of your two strengths!"

"Hmph, I'm not as knowledgeable as your father." Li Shi said, "By the way, son, you can just stay at home and write your storybook these few days, and leave all the work in the field to your father."

"That can't be done. I'm still a part of the family. I don't have to work. Don't talk about it, Mu, I've finished writing this month. Don't worry, don't worry." Zheng Chengan couldn't do the dirty work. All the work is left to the family, although it is true that his waist is sore, his shoulders are sore and his arms are sore because of the tiredness of harvesting wheat these days.

a few days later.

The wheat at home has basically been harvested, and there is only some finishing work left. The yard at home still needs to be freed up for drying the wheat. The rapeseed that was harvested before is also almost dried. It's better to come out.

So he and Lian Xing didn't go to the field together this day, but sorted the rapeseed at home.

The rapeseeds have been hammered out from the branches. Some of them are well-dried and do not need to be beaten at all. They burst open with a light touch. The small purple-black round grains are mixed together, which is quite spectacular.

Quite a few pots of rapeseed were poured into the iron pot, and one pot still couldn't fit. They were fried two or three times, and the fried ones were put aside to cool down. After several pots were all fried, Zheng Chengan He was already so tired that he was about to collapse, and the clothes on his body seemed to have just come out of the water, and the water leaked out when he squeezed them wet.

Zheng Chengan sat under the tree panting heavily, he didn't even have the strength to raise his hand, Lian Xing brought him a small pot of cool water, and he drank it in a few sips.

After drinking, he finally felt alive, leaning against the tree, Zheng Chengan tugged Lian Xing and asked him to sit with him for a while, Lian Xing didn't speak, and sat quietly aside.

After a while, Lian Xing felt that today's progress was too slow, so he took the initiative to ask: "What should I do next?"

Zheng Cheng'an said slowly: "Isn't there a mill in the backyard? Grind all the stir-fried ones, and steam them in a pot at the end."

"It's that simple?" Lian Xing said, "Then I'll go grind it first."

Zheng Cheng'an still had no strength, "Aren't you going to rest anymore?"

Lian Xing shook his head: "No, I'm not tired."

Zheng Chengan looked at him enviously, "That's fine, you go."

This physical strength is really good, and it is true that his face does not change and his heart is beating. Zheng Chengan envied him. Obviously, they also stir fry one by one, so why is he exhausted to the point of failure.

He felt that the training results during this period were quite effective.

After a while, Father Zheng and Mrs. Li came back from the field and took the load to the backyard. At this time, Zheng Chengan was putting rapeseed on the millstone for Lian Xing, who was grinding the mill in a circle, so as to save him the trouble of stopping and starting again.

Zheng Cheng greeted leisurely, "Are you back?"

"Well, I'm back." Mrs. Li responded, but he glanced casually and saw that his son had asked Fu Lang to pull the mill, and he was dodging by himself, dumbfounded, and the wheat he had put down collapsed on the side without paying attention, and went straight Let Lian Xing get off the millstone.

With a dark face, Li reprimanded: "Did you do this? How dare you let the newlyweds go to the grinder? What if the tire gas moves?!"

"What? Fetal gas?" Zheng Chengan's eyes widened, "No, it's impossible, right?"

"It's impossible!" Seeing the appearance of the two of them, Mrs. Li knew that she must not have taken it seriously, and this young man really did, "You two have been married for two months, maybe Lian Xing is pregnant now." It's over."

Zheng Cheng'an also glanced at Lian Xing's stomach in a strange way.

Lian Xing dodged awkwardly.

Zheng Cheng'an immediately realized why he was taken away, not to mention that although the two were married for two months, he was unconscious and not paralyzed for a month. Li Shi had such confidence in his son. Can you get pregnant?

Besides, Mrs. Li didn't know himself but knew that Lian Xing couldn't be pregnant at this time.