Li's mother whispered, "Who sewed Ali's clothes?"

Li Xinheng thought for a moment and said, "Miss Nan Yao."

"Look at you, you're such a wimp."

Mother Li raised her arm and wanted to poke her son on the forehead.

But she was short and her son was tall and big, so she couldn't reach him and poked his face.

"Ali is so good at handling things, why don't you learn from him?"

"Mom, why do you look down on your own son?" Li Xinheng muttered.

I secretly complained in my heart that Meng Li, that kid, doesn't know how to deal with things.

At this time, Caiyu came out of the main room after changing her clothes.

When the Li family mother and son saw her, they grinned together.

The mother nudged her son with her elbow: "Hurry up and tell me."

The son also moved his arms: "Mom, tell me."

The result is that no one tells anyone.

Caiyu saw them staring at her and asked, "Why, is there something dirty on my face?"

Mother and son: "No, no."

Soon, everyone changed their clothes and went to the fields to harvest rice.

Standing on the ridge of the field, Fu Ciyi glanced at Yan Funing worriedly and said calmly, "I'll cut some straw first and take some clean straw. You can just sit on the straw and watch."

"I'm very steady with my knife, don't underestimate me." Yan Funing pinched the sickle, waved it in the air a few times, and said to Caiyu and the others, "How are you?"

Fu Beimo replied: "Sister-in-law, Ali and I have improved our swordsmanship recently, so a small sickle is no problem for us."

Meng Li agreed: "Yes, although my family's fields were sold a long time ago, the rice will still be harvested."

Caiyu felt that the sickle handle was very comfortable in her hand. "I have strength, so any work will be easy."

After listening to the whole conversation, Yan Funing looked up at the handsome man beside her and asked, "What about you? Can you harvest rice?"

Fu Ciyi said calmly, "Didn't I teach them all their kung fu?"

They talked for a long time, but when they actually went to the fields, their movements of cutting rice were really stiff.

Seeing this, Li's mother and Li Xinheng shook their heads.

Mother Li couldn't help laughing: "Everyone should watch me cut it first, so you can learn how to coordinate your left and right hands."

Fortunately, Li's mother was experienced, and under her guidance, everyone made rapid progress in harvesting.

After harvesting the rice, the grains were separated from the straw. Bamboo mats were spread out in the courtyard to dry the rice. The rice and straw were then transported to town, a process that took five days in total.

That evening, Yan Fu stared at the piles of sacks in the warehouse and stretched lazily.

"The rice harvest is finally done."

Fu Ciyi said, "Thank you for your hard work."

"It's not hard. If you want to say hard, everyone is hard at work." Yan Funing said with a smile, "Go back and wash up. Your bodies are all prickly after harvesting the rice."

Fu Beimo scratched his neck: "It pricks people."

Especially when drying rice, the dust flies up and it is uncomfortable when it sticks to your body.

Yan Funing turned her head and saw that there was still straw piled in the courtyard. "Wash it later. First, stack the straw in the woodshed. If there is not enough space, stack it next to the stable."

Fu Ciyi said, "If you ask me, just throw these straws in the old house."

It took several trips to load the straw onto a horse-drawn cart.

Yan Funing glared at him and bent down to pick up the straw: "We grew it ourselves. This kind of straw is so delicious when cooked."

Fu Ciyi didn't respond. He picked up the two bundles of straw she was carrying, put them together, picked up two more bundles in his other hand, and left.

"Hey, what do you think of what you have in my hand?" she shouted at his back.

"Don't be busy, go back and wash up first."

Fu Ciyi didn't even turn his head, and his words floated over.

Fu Beimo, Li Xinheng, Meng Li, and Caiyu also advised her: "Let's just come."

Yan Funing clapped her hands: "Okay, go wash up when you're done."

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When the night was dark, the Fu family had dinner.

"Everyone's been working hard these past few days, especially Fu Ning." Wan Niang stretched out her hand towards Yan Fu Ning as she spoke. "Your hands must be rough now, right?"

Yan Funing put down her bowl and chopsticks and placed her hand on her mother-in-law's. "Mother, it's okay. I apply ointment every day when I come home. Besides, my husband doesn't let me do too much work."

Wan Niang touched her daughter-in-law's hand and felt relieved when she found it was as soft and smooth as before.

Suddenly, she felt a few small wounds and frowned again: "Look, it's still hurt."

"It was scratched by rice straw. It will heal in a few days." Yan Funing said, "The rice harvest is good. From now on, we will not plant winter wheat in the fields. We will plant vegetables instead. Sowing seeds will not hurt my hands."

Fu Ciyi is going to Beijing to take the exam, and they will all go to the capital then.

If they planted winter wheat, they would all be in the capital by the time the harvest came, and time would not allow them to do so.

Wan Niang nodded: "I'll listen to you on this matter."

Fu Beimo pouted: "Mom, my hands are really rough, please touch them."

He reached out his hand, but Wan Niang slapped it away.

"You're a man, it's okay to be a little rough."

"What if my future wife doesn't like my roughness?" Fu Beimo looked at Yan Funing with a smile, "Sister-in-law, lend me your ointment to apply."

"Okay, I'll give it to you after dinner."

"Sister-in-law is so nice."

After dinner, Yan Funing and Fu Ciyi returned to their room, and Fu Beimo followed them happily.

Yan Funing went into the inner bedroom, and Fu Ciyi went into the study.

Fu Beimo waited obediently in the outer room, occasionally peeking into the bedroom, then stretching his neck to take a peek into the study.

Yan Funing took out a small jar of ointment.

"Bei Mo, this is for you."

Fu Beimo took it and said, "Sister-in-law, I'll just apply a little."

"This bottle is brand new. I haven't used it yet. You can use it. When the weather gets cold, you can also apply it on your face."

"Then I am the fragrant Bei Mo."

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