"You bastard, you're making trouble after not seeing you for a few hours!" A strong voice came from outside the door, and a big man walked in.

Li Hongyu didn't care about his unwrapped arm and jumped up from the chair.

Unexpectedly, he felt a sharp pain in his arm. His face turned pale with pain, and he was caught by his father: "Dad, stop hitting me, my arm is broken! Ouch--!"

The wailing was horrific. At this moment, Qin Zhao also hurried in.

Jing Li waved at him: "Qin Zhao, I'm here!"

He paused for a moment, then walked up to Jing Li and looked at his bandaged hand. "How did you get hurt? Does it hurt?"

Jing Li wanted to say that he was fine, but he changed his tone when the words came to his lips and whispered, "I fell down, it hurts."

The young man, who was clean before going out, now has a lot of mud on his clothes, and his face and hands are dirty, looking quite pitiful.

Jing Li's hand injury was actually not that serious. He just fell and scraped his skin a little. After it heals, there won't even be a scar.

But his skin was white and tender, and the injury looked particularly terrible, so Dr. Ge simply applied medicine to him and then bandaged it up.

Qin Zhao wiped the stain off his chin with his fingertips and took him up: "Let's go home first."

The village chief stopped him: "Qin Zhao, the Li family is here..."

"My husband is injured. I need to take him home first. As for other matters..." He glanced at Li Hongyu and said calmly, "Let's talk about it another day."

After saying that, he didn't care about other people's attitudes and took Jing Li out the door.

The sun had already set, leaving only a hint of afterglow on the horizon. Qin Zhao wiped the sweat from his forehead and walked along the stone path, holding Jing Li's hand.

Jing Li gently pulled his sleeve: "Did you come here running?"

"Yeah." Qin Zhao whispered, "The village chief sent someone to tell me that you and Uncle Li's son had a conflict. I'm worried about you."

Qin Zhao couldn't do strenuous exercise, so his face was slightly pale and his breathing was unstable.

But Jingli was secretly happy in his heart.

Qin Zhao was very worried about him.

Qin Zhao held Jing Li's uninjured hand. His palm was dry and warm, but very strong.

He covered his mouth and coughed lightly, hiding the corners of his mouth that couldn't help but turn up, and said seriously: "You're just going to leave like this, and Li Hongyu won't pursue the matter?"

Qin Zhao asked back, "Do you want to pursue this?"

Jing Li thought for a moment: "The village chief said the seedlings can be saved, and Dali Ge also said he would help us replant them. It seems that we haven't suffered any losses..."

Qin Zhao paused slightly and tilted his head to look at his bandaged hand: "Then it's not a loss?"

"This is just..." Jing Li paused and changed his words, "Yes, this is also a loss, we can't just let it go like this."

Qin Zhao asked: "So?"

"Um?"

Qin Zhao said calmly, "He offended you. It's you who should decide how to pursue the matter, not me."

Jing Li hummed and didn't answer for the time being.

When Jing Li first saw someone causing trouble in his fields, he was indeed very angry. But when he realized that there was no loss, he was no longer so angry.

As for falling, it was just because he ran too fast and lost his balance. It had nothing to do with that person.

He really didn't seem to know what to do.

Qin Zhao seemed to see his hesitation and said gently, "It's okay. You still have a few days to figure out how to vent your anger."

Jing Li didn't understand: "What do you mean?"