Mr. Fu San did not argue with Fu An, but only told him to take good care of his injuries and not to think too much.

Fu An was excited, "Third Master, what do you think? How long do we have to stay in the mountains?"

How long...

Mr. Fu San didn’t know.

But he actually lived quite comfortably in the mountains.

The fireworks of life are the most heartwarming.

Although there are all kinds of things happening on the mountain, with the Zhang family gossip and the Li family gossip, you suffer losses and I take advantage, and there are quarrels, but compared to the conspiracies and intrigues of the court, this place is a rare paradise.

"Where do you think I should go? What can I do?" Mr. Fu San asked back.

Fu An was speechless.

Yes, what can the Third Master do?

He returned to Beijing and continued to suffer. Faced with his brother being imprisoned, he felt anxious but was powerless to do anything?

After returning to the capital, people continued to slander him in front of the emperor, saying that he had evil intentions?

"Third Master, don't you miss those brothers who followed you through thick and thin? If you don't go back, they'll all be old and unable to wield weapons!"

Mr. Fu San is twenty-seven years old this year, and most of the people who followed him back then were around thirty years old.

After another six years, they would be really old in the military...

"Third Master," Fu An's eyes welled up with tears, "Please make a decision soon."

Make a decision as soon as possible before everyone risks life and death for him again.

"I made my decision three years ago. There's no need to persuade me anymore." Mr. Fu San refused flatly.

His brother, who was five years older than him, brought him up, taught him how to be a good person, and forged his character, not wanting him to become a traitor.

His elder brother took on everything and gave him the freedom he has now. He cannot let his elder brother down and become the person that his elder brother hates.

Looking at Mr. Fu San's expression, Fu An didn't dare to persuade him anymore, but his eyes were already filled with tears.

Mr. Fu San stood up, walked to the table, picked up the wolf hair brush that Song Qingci had just used with his left hand, and wrote the big characters stroke by stroke with his head down.

Fu An closed his eyes, hot tears rolled down his face, flowed into his hair, and slowly turned cold.

Song Qingci came out of the house, yawning because he was so sleepy.

All she wanted now was to go back to sleep.

But she woke up when the night wind blew. Why was she sleeping? She still had to harvest!

Harvest corn, harvest sorghum, harvest beans...

A few days ago, she looked at the sorghum that had been cut down and tied up beside the sorghum field and asked Feng Xun why the sorghum was left there instead of being directly collected and stored.

Feng Xun told her that sorghum needs to be dried in the sun before it can be threshed, and drying takes more than ten days, or even dozens of days.

Song Qingci couldn't help but think, if he harvested the sorghum now, what would he do if faced with continuous heavy rains?

She also knew that corn and soybeans needed to be dried in the sun.

Before he even got it back, Song Qingci started to worry.

But the most important thing right now is to collect all the food.

Although it was late at night, the mountain was still lit with torches and bustling with people. Men and women were coming and going, hurrying and cursing, all busy with their work.

Even the older children in the family are helping.

Song Qingci saw Xunxun and his friends, working in groups, helping to carry the sorghum back.

Looking more closely, there were tiny scratches on the children's faces, probably from the sorghum paintings, but no one cared.

Compared to the adults who were cursing, the children seemed to be quite excited.

They probably didn't fully understand what was going on, they just thought it was exciting.

Song Qingci found that even if he wanted to join the children, he couldn't...

"Girl, don't stand there. The wind is so cold. Go back quickly!" Feng Xun came over hurriedly, carrying a sack of something.

Song Qingci hurriedly reached out to help her support her.

"No, I'm not tired. There are so many people coming and going here, I don't want to bump into you again. Go back and rest, you can't help me!"

As they were talking, the opening of the sack loosened a little and a few corns fell out.

Feng Xun cursed and quickly covered the mouth of the sack with his hands.

Song Qingci bent down to pick up an ear of corn from the ground and asked, "Where did you carry the sacks?"

She couldn't help carry the sacks, but she could help fill them.

Feng Xun told me a location.

"Then I'll go over and take a look."

"Okay, I'll be right back. Please go slowly and wait for me to show you what to do."

Feng Xun was very worried that his daughter would not be able to do farm work and would be scolded when she couldn't help.

She will be there soon, and will help anyone who dares to scold the girl to scold back!

She was indeed capable of doing the job that Song Qingci assigned to her, but the degree of difficulty was far beyond her expectations.

The corn was wrapped in many layers of green corn husks. The corn husks were rough and prickly. After working for a while, she felt a burning pain in the palms of her hands, and she didn't know when many small cuts appeared on the back of her hands.

Not to mention, this job requires her to bend over all the time, and her waist feels like it's going to break from bending over all the time.

There has never been a moment when Song Qingci could so deeply understand the profound meaning of the poem "Every grain of rice is hard-earned."

But she didn't stop.

Everyone around was cursing God for being blind, but no one complained about the hard work of working late at night.

Song Qingci was infected by them, as if he had completely integrated into their group. He was as anxious as they were, and was busy harvesting with great enthusiasm.

When Mr. Fu San came, he recognized Song Qingci at a glance.

Because she was obviously a beat slower than the women around her who worked efficiently, but she kept moving.

Sweat was pouring down her face, and her complexion was much redder than usual. She gritted her teeth and held on, not wanting to fall behind.

The little girl is really stubborn.

She had probably never even heard of these jobs, let alone done them before.

Her family has all kinds of the best things sent from the farm. If she takes a bite of this, her parents will probably be very happy.

Who would have thought that she would do this herself?

After all, her family is still rich and prosperous.

When everyone saw Master Fu San coming, they all greeted him and couldn't help asking, "Master San, is it really going to rain heavily? The stars in the sky are so bright!"

It doesn't look like it's going to rain at all.

Song Qingci felt a little guilty.

She just listened to Matsuko's words.

To be honest, she didn't dare to completely believe what Songzi said; but unexpectedly, the Third Master actually believed it.

"Yes, we will. Even if we work day and night to harvest our grain, it will take two or three days. Let's work quickly."

Someone else asked what to do with the grain that has not been dried, and how to dry it after collecting it.

Master Fu San said, "Take it back first."

It's better than being flooded by heavy rain.

Song Qingci never stopped working.

Master Fu San suddenly said, "Qingci, I can't find a seal. Can you go back and help me find it? I plan to write to an old friend and ask him for some food for the mountain."

Song Qingci didn't even realize that he was calling him.

Clear words?

That's really too casual for their relationship.

But she soon realized that Mr. Fu San was just making an excuse and wanted her to go back and rest?