Yan Mo looked in the direction his grandfather pointed, and suddenly, his eyes lit up. It was just as his grandfather said, the tangerines over there were a whole circle bigger than those here, and they looked redder, brighter, and more tempting.

"Let's go, let's go." She didn't look away, her eyes fixed on the oranges. She grabbed Si Ze's wrist with her backhand, pulled him up and walked into the depths of the orange grove.

Si Ze had no choice but to silently pick up the basket on the ground, follow her footsteps, and stop beside a larger orange tree.

Before the fruits were picked, Si Ze was very tactful and picked a lot for Yan Mo, placed them in front of her, and then peeled them one by one for her to eat as much as she wanted.

Seeing this, Yan Mo chose to sit comfortably next to the bamboo basket, eating the oranges that Si Ze fed him. He leaned his back against the bamboo basket, crossed his legs and swung them leisurely, feeling so comfortable.

In the blink of an eye, Yan Mo had eaten no less than ten. Seeing that he kept feeding her and didn't eat anything himself, she also picked up an orange, broke it open, took out a piece of flesh, and handed it to his mouth:

"Si Ze, you should eat too!"

Si Ze looked down at the orange that was handed to his mouth, and frowned slightly, but after a moment, he regained his composure and started eating.

"Sweet, right?! It tastes better than the ones over there, right?" Yan Mo looked at him expectantly.

Si Ze chewed it once, and immediately, the sour orange juice filled his entire taste buds. He felt that his back teeth were about to become sore and weak. He swallowed it hastily with difficulty. After a long pause, he nodded lightly and said against his conscience:

“Sweet, huh?”

Is it sweet? Si Ze disagreed. He wondered if it was because he wasn't used to oranges, but he found them particularly sour. After eating one, he couldn't eat a second.

He watched her eat with relish, then looked at the huge pile of orange peels on the ground, and he felt that it was his own problem.

"Right! I think it's sweet too." Yan Mo smiled happily, broke off another piece with his hand, and put it to his mouth: "Then eat some more, you haven't eaten anything, I'm the only one eating."

Food tastes better when there are more people around! She wanted to share her happiness with him.

Si Ze could only make a bitter face and eat the one she peeled for him. Afterwards, she wanted to feed him more, but he declined her kindness on the grounds that he had to pick oranges.

"Momo, you eat and I'll go pick some. It's getting late now. If we both wait and one of us doesn't pick any, then we'll have to carry an empty basket back. It won't look good."

"That's right." Yan Mo nodded in agreement, touched his bulging belly, patted his hands, then stood up, took out the white gloves from his pocket and put them on, then picked up the scissors on the ground, walked to an orange tree full of fruits, and began to pick oranges carefully.

Anyway, she had almost finished eating, so it was a good opportunity to exercise and help digestion, otherwise she would not be able to eat the delicious food made by her grandma.

Time passed little by little, the high sun set in the west, and beads of sweat appeared on Yan Mo's forehead, starting to wet the scarf on his head little by little.

"Momo, go and have a rest!" Si Ze said distressedly, "I'll be full here soon, leave yours to me."

Yan Mo stopped, shook his numb arms, turned to look at the basket under Si Ze's feet, and it was almost full.

She discovered that Si Ze was not only good at making money, but was also very efficient. She was not slow. They started almost at the same time, and he earned nearly one-third more than her. It really proved the saying that excellent people are excellent in everything.

"No need." Yan Mo refused. Her self-esteem did not allow her to agree.

If she can't compare with him in everything, how can she be a match for him? If she can't compare with him in brains and work, then it's shameful.

When she was a child, she lived in her grandfather's house for a long time and occasionally helped with housework.

Thinking of catching up with him, Yan Mo ran to a tree that had never been picked before and started working frantically. In a short time, most of the scarf on her head was wet.

At this time, Si Ze also successfully finished picking a basket. He strode up to Yan Mo, snatched the scissors from her hand, and said in a serious tone:

"Momo, be good and go to rest."

"Oh." Seeing that Si Ze's basket was full, there was no point in her insisting. Yan Mo rubbed his sore and swollen arms, walked to the place where she had just sat, twisted his sore waist, and sat down cross-legged.

When she bent down to sit, she could hear the creaking of her bones. What's more, she finally understood why most young people nowadays don't want to come back after going out. Farm work is indeed harder than going to work, and not everyone can adapt to it. As long as Si Ze looks like nothing happened.

Yan Mo was worried that Si Ze would be exhausted, so he suggested, "Si Ze, why don't we just not pick them?"

"I'm not tired. I'll be able to pick enough in no time."

Si Ze didn't even turn his head and kept picking oranges. He always did things from beginning to end and was not the kind of person who gave up halfway. Without thinking, he decisively rejected Yan Mo's suggestion.

"Oh." Seeing that there were indeed not many, he also said so, and Yan Mo did not speak again. It is said that men who work hard have a special charm. Her eyes were unconsciously attracted to him.

Suddenly, she remembered the photos she hadn't finished taking in the morning. Although she was confused that she didn't capture his funny side, it would have been nice to capture him at this moment.

She did it as she wished. She immediately reached out and took out her cell phone from her pocket, turned on the camera, compared left and right, found a relatively perfect angle, and pressed the shutter button.

Posting one photo on Weibo always seems too monotonous, so she stood up, walked to the tree full of golden oranges, took two selfies, and then took a photo of the entire orange orchard, combining it with his photo into a nine-square format, edited a text, and clicked send.

After sending it, she didn't pay any more attention to it, put away her phone, and went to help Si Ze.

What she didn't know was that as soon as she sent out the Weibo post, hundreds of people liked it, and within a few minutes, it had been forwarded tens of thousands of times. In a short time, the orange orchard in Changmen Village became a hot topic on the Internet, and many people clamored to come and visit.

However, these are all later stories. At this moment, Yan Mo and Si Ze were in trouble when looking at the two large baskets of oranges. When picking them, they only thought about picking as many as they could, but when they went back, they didn't know what to do.

"How about I try to carry it to the village entrance?"

"No." Yan Mo rejected it on the spot. Although he was strong, he didn't know how to carry a load and it would be easy for him to sprain his waist. These two baskets of oranges probably weighed at least a hundred kilograms.

"How about we two carry it?"

"No."

"What should I do then?" Yan Mo was in a dilemma.

Si Ze turned around and looked around. There were orange trees everywhere and the car couldn't get in at all. He looked up at the vast sky and realized that this was the only route available.

He took off his white gloves, immediately took out his cell phone and dialed a number.