"Third Brother, Third Brother," Liu Mancang waved to Xie Zhuo.

Xie Zhuo glanced at him. He didn't want to go over, but the few trees under the trees were crowded with people. Apart from Liu Mancang's side, there were no empty seats anywhere else.

Xie Zhuo walked over.

"Look what this is!" After Xie Zhuo approached, Liu Mancang quickly pulled him up, and the two squatted down by the tree root. Then, as if by magic, Liu Mancang pulled out a bunch of small purple wildflowers from behind his back.

"Isn't it beautiful?" Liu Mancang asked.

Xie Zhuo frowned as he looked at him.

She reached out and pushed away the flower that was about to poke her face.

"Here," Liu Mancang forcefully stuffed the flowers into Xie Zhuo's hand, "You can take these flowers to Sun Jiarou in a bit."

Xie Zhuo's cold face remained expressionless.

"Where did this come from?" Zhao Jisheng also walked over, and the first thing he saw was his tall and burly third brother squatting under the shade of a tree, holding a bouquet of flowers.

You know what, for a moment he actually thought his third brother was kind of handsome.

"I secretly pulled them up from the edge of the field when the brigade leader wasn't looking," Liu Mancang said, then turned to look at Xie Zhuo. "Go on, Third Brother. A man should take the initiative. It's best to deliver them directly in front of everyone."

"Let those who have designs on Sun Jiarou give up on that idea as soon as possible. You're the ones who are actually engaged!"

This time, Zhao Jisheng also agreed with Liu Mancang's words.

"And another thing," Liu Mancang glared at the group of educated youth at the settlement, "I just saw Han Xiaoyu secretly picking wildflowers. I bet that bastard is also trying to give them to Sun Jiarou."