Poisonous Peasant ‘Concubine’

"Jing Xuan, your teaching method is wrong, my seedling is about to drown??"

In the outermost row of the 80-acre field, it wasn't the chirping of the little buns. Ling Jingxuan was spinning between them like a spinning top. Not a single seedling was planted. The trick is that Yan Shengrui, who has always been omnipotent, is stupider than the buns. He blames him for not being able to insert himself, making him want to jump up and slap him twice, Nima, you have the strength to practice martial arts. It's amazing that the seedlings can be planted well.

"Let's see, come, hold the seedlings with your fingers like this, watch, move faster, just press it directly into the mud."

Arriving in front of Xiao Baozi and Zhou Changsheng, Ling Jingxuan bent down and patiently taught them hand in hand. The two children listened carefully, but—

"Ah, hate, why did it fall again?"

When they were operating on their own, the seedlings that had just been inserted into the mud fell down softly along the hands they had withdrawn. Picking up the fallen seedlings, he took his hand and pressed it into the mud: "Your strength is a little lighter, the roots of the seedlings are not rooted in the mud, come and try again."

"Oh!"

Reluctantly, he separated a bunch of seedlings again, and the little bun took it and muttered, "You, you, you are not allowed to fall, do you understand?"

It better understands! Seeing all this, Ling Jingxuan let out a weak sigh, and simply stood aside and looked at him. The little bun who had finished reciting the incantation for the seedlings followed his instructions and pressed the seedlings into the mud at once. When he retracted his hand, Afraid that the seedlings would fall down again, the little bun held his breath nervously and retreated little by little.

"Wow, it didn't fall, Dad, look, it didn't fall, I learned it, haha?? Dad, I learned it??"

This time, Yangmiao finally gave him two points of thin noodles and did not fall down. The little bun jumped and cheered excitedly in the field, Ling Jingxuan quietly exhaled, and followed with a smile: "Xiao Wu is great, as expected of father's son, But remember the strength and feeling just now, and don't insert it crookedly, and the rice that grows in this ridge will be kept for us to eat."

When it was time to exaggerate, Ling Jingxuan was not stingy at all, and did not forget to throw out even greater temptations.

"Okay, let's just wait for the rice that Xiao Wu grows himself. It's definitely better than the one bought outside. Let's grow it quickly for Changsheng. My dad likes rice the most. I want to grow a lot of rice to make it fat Fat rice is for daddy to eat."

Seeing his arrogant appearance, Ling Jingxuan couldn't help laughing, but he didn't dare to speak out against his enthusiasm. Seeing him successfully planted a few seeds in a row, he even acted as a teacher to teach those who were one year older than him. After Zhou Changsheng, Ling Jingxuan shook his head and turned around. The rice he planted was enough for him to eat alone, so he should snicker.

"Uncle Ling, is mine too light?"

Chu Yan, who fell behind Ling Wu, heard their conversation, and decisively collected the newly planted seedlings that were floating on the water, and stopped Ling Jingxuan when he passed him.

"Well, don't be afraid to crush them, it doesn't matter if they are a little heavier, as long as you find the proper strength, it will be fast to insert."

Looking at the wet seedlings in his hand, Ling Jingxuan took the initiative to take his hand and took him to plant a few plants. Chu Yan blushed embarrassedly, and broke away from him and said embarrassingly, "I know Uncle Ling, you go. Teach Xiaowen them."

After all, he was an older child, and he grew up in that kind of environment. Chu Yan was terribly precocious and knew how to avoid suspicion.

"Hehe... Then you can find out for yourself, I won't come to teach you again."

Seeing his discomfort, Ling Jingxuan smiled slightly, gave him the remaining seedlings in his hand, and turned around, only to see that Tie Wazi was patiently learning under the guidance of Long Dashan, while Ling Wen seemed to be following the seedlings. It's the same as when the bar is on, one person keeps plugging his head down, and he doesn't care if he falls down. Gradually, fewer and fewer seedlings fall down, and the speed is getting faster and faster. Obviously, the doorway has been found.

The last remaining old bun, Yan Shengrui, was looking at him expectantly with the seedlings in his hands. The moment his eyes met him, Ling Jingxuan only felt a pain in his forehead, and he couldn't bear to look at his hands. The seedlings that have been ravaged horribly.

"Jing Xuan saw that he didn't move, Yan Shengrui opened his mouth. He claimed that his face was thicker than the city wall. Xue, who knows?? He dared to bet that this was the most embarrassing time in his life.

"Does it have a grudge against you or what? Do you think you have the energy to suckle?"

Resignedly, he walked over, Ling Jingxuan took the seedlings in his hand angrily, most of them were almost cooked by his hand.

"How can I use force? Just hold them gently, and then gently insert them, who knows??"

As he talked, he was too embarrassed to continue talking, the sons would either fall or float when they were inserted, but his son seemed to be drowning, so pitiful.

"Are you sure it's gentle?"

Glancing at him, Ling Jingxuan threw away the seedlings in his hand, and picked up a few good ones again, Yan Shengrui made him annoyed, he simply walked over and said shamelessly: "I don't care, anyway, you have to teach Xiaowu and the others. I can do it."

His hands full of mud grabbed him, but his brute force hurt the seedlings again, Ling Jingxuan quickly changed the seedlings to the other hand, raised his head and gave him a stern look, and said weakly, "I can't teach you? But if you can't learn it again, don't make trouble for me here." Mingming is usually alone, so why can't you learn it even if you plant a seedling? Or, his family's Prince Shengtian

Are you destined to have nothing to do with this kind of thing?

"Why can't you learn it? It must be that you didn't teach it well before."

Being cheeky and thick-skinned has always been his priority, and this time he is also showing it to the fullest, but his handsome face is a bit embarrassed.

Liaring with him, sooner or later, he will be mad at himself, Ling Jingxuan is too lazy to talk nonsense with him, he directly takes his hand, divides a handful of seedlings into his hand, and then pulls him into the mud hand in hand like a little bun. : "Isn't that enough? You have to control your strength, you can't just rely on brute force, just a little bit of strength with your fingers holding the seedlings."

While speaking, Ling Jingxuan took his hand and planted several seedlings in a row. Looking at the seedlings lined up in a vertical line from top to bottom, Yan Shengrui couldn't hold back no matter how thick his skin was. He had to admit that it wasn't his Jingxuan family. Not taught well, it is true that he has no talent.

But then again, it seems that it is really too embarrassing for a man who is used to fighting on the battlefield to plant seedlings.

"What are you thinking? Try again."

Seeing that he didn't respond for a while, Ling Jingxuan turned around and bent his elbows and bumped his waist, giving him the remaining seedlings in his hand.

No more words, Yan Shengrui took the seedlings and took a few deep breaths. After trying to relax himself, he separated a handful and gently inserted them into the mud. This time it was a little better than the beginning, but it was still a little bit. Heavy, most of the seedlings are submerged in water, and it is generally difficult to survive. Even if they survive, the yield will not be high, but his man finally succeeded once. Ling Jingxuan will laugh at him when he has a brain.

"Yes, just a little bit more lightly. You can plant it first. I should also go to plant my field."

Today, he specially divided two ridges of fields to let them experience it. No matter how good or bad, they will not let the workers turn over the fields in the end, so these two ridges of fields are their tasks. It's not that they don't work hard to insert more points. Today, they are afraid that they won't be able to finish it until it gets dark.

"Wait, put on a straw hat when it's hot, look at you, your face is blushing obviously in the water, today is an exception, don't do the work yourself in the field in the future, it's hard to raise Whiter, and then tanned into black charcoal?"

Leaving the seedlings and holding him, Yan Shengrui washed the mud from his hands with the turbid water in the field, raised his hand and took off the straw hat hanging on his back and put it on his head, his fingers slid across his cheeks in distress.

"I'm not a little girl, I'll be dark if I'm dark, let's work hard, get it done as soon as possible, or stop work as soon as possible."

Having said that, Ling Jingxuan did not reject his good intentions. After he left, Yan Shengrui bent down again to pick up the seedlings and planted them one by one. It is conceivable that when the day was completed, their finished products were planted with the workers next door. There is a big difference between them, but, including Ling Jingxuan, looking at the sloping seedlings in the field, all of them couldn't help laughing contentedly.

"Father, I will also help with planting rice in the future. Practice makes perfect, and the more you plant, the better."

The sun was setting in the west, and the 80 acres of their family's field had been rushing into the field. The workers, Ling Chenglong and others all moved to the Zhao family's field. Ling Jingxuan, Yan Shengrui, and a small steamed bun stood side by side on the field ridge and watched contentedly. The fruit of a day of their labor.