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These villagers didn't talk to Yan Su much, not because they were not curious about Yan Su - a stranger came to the village, and he was a good-looking stranger, and they were all curious in their hearts.

Some of them had seen Yan Su at the village chief last night.

It's just that no matter how much curiosity there is, can it be compared to the food in this field?

Not to mention the need to harvest quickly so that the vacant land can be planted with other things, but the weather is good in the past two days. If we don’t rush to harvest, will we let this hard-won harvest be soaked in the heavy rain? ?

At such a busy time, no one was in the mood to pay more attention to Yan Su, a kind and gentle young man.

——Anyway, isn’t it still dangerous?Of course, rushing to harvest food is more important.

Yan Su wandered around again, wanting to ask if he could help, but these people were busy, but they were busy and not chaotic, Yan Su really didn't know where to "intervene".

I always feel that he stepped forward to interrupt, but it was a disservice, interrupting the perfect rhythm of cooperation between them.

A little boy in his early ten years old, his thin body was pressed under a bag of hard-fought rice—the harvest of this one-third of an acre of land was the annual rations for his family of four. Willing to let go.

He hunched over, clutching the mouth of the bag with both hands, his fingertips turned white and trembling with force.

His feet were tilted, and he was about to fall off the field ridge. He stared in horror, but even at this moment, he still didn't let go of his hands.

He would rather smash the skin by himself, and he can't let the food have any problems.

However, he didn't feel the expected pain for a long time, and he even felt that the food on his back was a little easier.

——His heart skipped a beat, could it be that the bag was cut open?

Panicked, he didn't realize that there was also a hand on his shoulder to straighten his crooked body.

A woman with a dark yellow face and dry lips stumbled over, looked at the child in a daze, pulled him, looked at Yan Su and said, "Thank you, thank you."

She pushed the child again to thank her, otherwise, even if she fell into the dirt, she might not have received any injuries, but with her child's temperament, she knew that she would definitely be hit hard by the grain bag on her body.

——Even if she knew the consequences, she couldn't say anything to blame.

——Even if there is no such consequence, she still has to thank someone for helping her child who was about to fall.

Only then did the boy realize that he was supported because he didn't fall, and the food became lighter because a big brother picked it up with one hand.

He said words of thanks, a pair of black eyes with large and unbalanced proportions on his face, staring closely at this good-looking brother.

He looks so tall, but he is not as strong as other big brothers in the village. His fingers are slender and delicate, but he has great strength.

——He said that his strength has become stronger this year, so he asked his grandma to put more grain in the bag for him.If he recited more, grandma would recite less.

Why is this bag of food [-]% of the weight of someone else's bag, but this big brother can lift it with one hand?Stronger than his brother!

The boy's eyes lit up, feeling like they were flickering.

Yan Su: "...", it's a bit dazzling, and it's a bit scary to people who are "becoming human for the first time".

Yan Su: "Hello, do you need help? Shall I help you?"

As he said that, he was about to go to the old man's field - he was a bit "forced to help", it was really hard to find an opportunity, and he was afraid that he would refuse it!

The old woman hurriedly followed, trying to hold Yan Su back, so how dare she just call for help?

As for hiring someone?If the old woman had this spare money, wouldn't she have found it long ago?Why do you have to work here by yourself, and almost let your grandson fall?

——And just because she couldn't bear the big grandson's daily wages at the dock, she didn't let the big grandson stop working today.Even though working on the dock is very tiring.

"I'm not very good at it, can you teach me this?" Yan Su looked at the movements of those people in the field next to him, and picked up the "scythe" on the ground.

The old woman's house is bare, and the sickle is not made of iron, but a stone sickle that the old woman grinds with a thin piece of stone.

The old woman, who had been persuading her, was suddenly moved by the young man's kindness, both amused and warm-hearted.

"The harvesting of rice is hard and tiring. The old woman can do it by herself. Thank you for your kindness." The old woman wanted to reach out for the sickle.

She can't know how to advance or retreat just because someone is kind-hearted -- he obviously doesn't know how to do it, and she even asks someone to help because of his kindness. What if something unexpected happens?

——Yan Su's face and hands show that he has never experienced hardships. They must be the lifeblood of his parents' love. How can she have the nerve to ask others to harvest rice for her family?

These rice awns are stained on the skin, it is prickly and itchy, and it will turn red and itchy after a while, how can this young master with thin skin and tender flesh suffer?

In fact, Yan Su's fingers also have a thin layer of calluses, after all, the original body has practiced swords, but it is not very obvious, and it will disappear due to the biological energy absorbed by Yan Su in the future.

Of course, right now it's because Yan Su is holding the handle of the sickle.

Yan Su said: "...Grandma, I actually want to ask you something. I want to find a job." He heard the child called grandma, and looked at her gray hair, thinking about the address.

——Seeing that there was no unhappy look on the old woman's face, his shout came true.He was ready to change his name immediately when he saw a little unpleasantness.

While speaking, he tried to imitate the movements of those next to him, holding the rice stalk with one hand, holding the sickle against the stalk with the other, and pulling in his direction.

It's really not the same thing to watch others do it and do it yourself.

Hearing what he said, the old woman was taken aback for a moment, and then her heart skipped a beat. It was inevitable that she followed his words and thought, did this young man come to "work" for her?Yes, but she can't afford the money at all.

——So this young man came here because he was staring at her grandparents and grandson who were weak and weak, obviously unable to reject him?

It's not that the old woman wants to think people are so bad, but this world makes the face of the benevolent Bodhisattva be full of evil ghosts.

Just as the old woman was thinking about countermeasures, she heard Yan Su cut down the first handful of rice and turned it aside.

"Grandma, do you have any suggestions?" Yan Su asked, raising his head to look at the field of his grandfather and grandson, and then at the stone scythe in his hand, and estimated the time when it would all be cut.

——Very well, it shouldn't delay him from looking for a job.If Grandma can have any good suggestions.

Grandma: "...", the overjoyed grandma, the grandma who "escaped from birth" and did not need to "hire someone to harvest the rice", of course has a good suggestion.

Because she misunderstood the good young man in her heart, Grandma was very embarrassed, and was planning to tell Yan Su a few places she knew that wanted to recruit workers.

I saw Yan Su who seemed not used to bending over to cut rice just now, holding the stone scythe that she used uselessly but had to cherish, blowing through her rice field like the wind, wherever she went, The rice lay down flat, with a "peaceful and peaceful" neat appearance.

She seemed to hear a roar.