North of Jinling City, in the vast wheat fields that had been planned out, the wheat ears swayed gently in the wind, like layers of golden waves.
In the separated wheat fields, farmers were busy harvesting the ripe wheat. Like other farmers, Er Mao's family was also busy in the fields.
Father and mother cut wheat with sickles, while Er Mao and his younger sister Wen'er followed behind, gathering the wheat. It was not an easy task, but since their parents had already gathered the wheat when they cut it, Er Mao and Wen'er only needed to pick up the scattered ears of wheat and put them into the already gathered pile.
Although this made things easier, it was still difficult for Er Mao, who had now become a "fat pig".
He wore a straw hat and an open T-shirt. It wasn't that he deliberately left the buttons undone, since the prickles of wheat on his chest always felt particularly itchy. However, with the constant bending and straightening of his body, the chubby Er Mao quickly popped the buttons open.
Therefore, Er Mao could only angrily complain that her mother hadn't sewn the buttons tight enough.
Besides resenting his mother, he also resented the little girl behind him who always came up to him.
"I'm not telling you anymore, get out of here, don't get so close to me." Er Mao panted heavily, turning around to glare at Wen'er who was leaning closer again.
Wen'er's face was contorted with distress, her cheeks flushed red, and she whispered, "I'm sorry, brother... I didn't know Mother would hit you..."
Upon hearing this, Er Mao became angry. He glanced down at his left leg and suddenly felt the pain return. He couldn't help but sneer at Wen'er:
"Come on, I think you're doing this on purpose."
"You're happy to see me get beaten up, aren't you? Ha!"
"Get out of my way and leave me alone!"
As Er Mao bent down to pick up the wheat ears again, Wen'er stepped forward and tugged at his sleeve, saying pitifully:
"I really didn't know, brother, how was I supposed to know Mother would do that...?"
"Don't force me to beat you up!" Er Mao gritted his teeth and said harshly with a cold face.
But as soon as she finished speaking, Wen'er ran up to Er Mao, put her hands behind her back, closed her eyes, and looked like she was ready to die. She pouted and said:
"Then you can fight back."
Er Mao watched as Wen'er's eyelashes trembled, then glanced at her parents who were busy harvesting wheat in front of her, and sneered:
"If you make a move here, you're probably just asking for another beating."
"Trying to get me burned? You think I'll fall for that? Forget your schemes!"
Wen'er opened her eyes, tilted her head, and looked at Er Mao with a puzzled expression:
"Drawing water to burn oneself?"
Er Mao said dismissively, "This is an idiom I recently learned, and it's also a strategy. Don't you understand? Heh, you should learn it."
Wen'er kept her hands behind her back, leaned forward slightly, and winked at Er Mao:
"Isn't this just asking for trouble?"
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