After eating the roasted sweet potatoes, the harvested sweet potatoes and sweet potato leaves will be carried down the mountain in baskets on a shoulder pole.

Xu Fuqiang can carry two baskets by himself.

Lin Kai volunteered to carry the pole, but when he put it on his shoulders, his bent calves were trembling and he couldn't straighten them up. His shoulders felt as heavy as if they were branded with iron, and his shoulders and neck were burning with pain. He mustered up all his strength to try again.

Grandpa was also afraid that someone would get hurt, so he stopped them and said, "You young people are not used to carrying this, I'll do it."

"Then how can we let you, Grandpa, do it?" Lin Kai didn't let him carry it. After all, he couldn't even lift it himself. It was so heavy, and he didn't want to let Grandpa Zijun get hurt.

The old man was stubborn. He waved Lin Kai away, grabbed the hemp rope on the basket with both hands, lifted the pole onto his shoulder, and with his lowered body, he easily lifted up the two baskets.

Lin Kai: (ΩДΩ) Grandpa is so strong.

Xu Zijun arranged: "There are still a few here. Two people can carry one on a shoulder pole. That will be just right. I will carry the sweet potato leaves and let my sister carry nothing."

"OK."

"Can."

Xu Qingzhi had some free time and didn't argue with them.

Going down the mountain in the warm yellow sunset, Xu Qingzhi picked up two sturdy sweet potato vines from the sweet potato leaf basket, and skillfully bent them left and right, and the two sweet potato vine 'necklaces' were ready.

She walked at the end and hung the sweet potato vine chain on her brother's ear.

"Sister, I don't want this." Xu Zijun refused.

Xu Qingzhi teased him: "When we were little, you fought with me for it, and when I didn't give it to you, you cried."

Several roommates nearby burst into laughter.

Xu Zijun was holding something in his hands and didn't have time to drop it, so he had to shake his head. The chain of the sweet potato vine shook along with it, but it was very steady and there was no sign of it being thrown off.

"Mom, grandma, that brother has a necklace on his ear, it's so beautiful~" a childish voice sounded.

Not far away, a family was taking a walk towards this side.

He is an old acquaintance in the village.

Xiao Dongxiang greeted him warmly, "Uncle, I've harvested sweet potatoes from the field."

"Yes, thanks to a few young people for their help. You can take a few and eat them." Grandpa put down the basket, picked out a few big sweet potatoes from it and handed them to the people.

"No, no, uncle." Xiao Dongxiang declined.

The old man continued to stuff the potatoes into people's hands enthusiastically, "Take it, take it. I have plenty of sweet potatoes."

Xiao Dongxiang finally accepted it and said with a smile: "Okay, I remember that the sweet potatoes you planted in previous years were the most delicious and tasty."

"Your Rongrong has worked hard to deliver meals these days." Grandpa said politely.

Rongrong, who was standing aside, was wearing long sleeves and long pants, with her face wrapped in a scarf, leaving only her eyeballs exposed. She was tense all over, not used to meeting so many people, especially strangers. She lowered her head slightly, not daring to look people in the eye, for fear that others would be frightened by her burns.

The Xu family also knew about her situation.

Sometimes, enthusiasm can become a burden for them.

Normal people always find it difficult to control themselves and feel pity and sympathy, but these are the last things that the injured people need.

Sometimes, even if it's just to be quiet and pretend she doesn't exist, it's better than asking her all kinds of questions. She doesn't want to open up the wound, but she doesn't know how to answer.

But the older generation doesn’t have so many ideas, they just say whatever they think.

There was a child next to Rongrong, who must be about eight or nine years old. When he saw Xu Qingzhi picking sweet potato vines, he said with love, "Your necklace is beautiful. You must give it to me."

Xiao Dongxiang looked at the child with a smile, but Rongrong beside her whispered, "You can't do this, this is my sister's stuff."

"I don't care, I want what I want." The child jumped up and down, but her mother was holding her hand and she couldn't come over. She was so anxious that she started to hit her mother.

"Mom, I want that necklace, I want that one."

Most adults think that this thing is just a sweet potato vine and not something valuable, so they will give it to the child if he wants it. As for the child making a fuss about it, it is just because the child is lively, cute and clever.

Xu Qingzhi broke off four sweet potato vines when he had nothing to do, and hung two on his ears, one on his neck, and twisted the tails to make them wear securely, and he also wore another one on his hand.

Then she said to the child, "I won't give it to you. You hit others and you are a bad kid. I won't give such a beautiful necklace to a bad kid."

Her usual calm tone took on a bit of natural childish arrogance when she met children.

The child had originally been pretending to cry and scream "Ahhh," but now he was really crying. His tears left marks on his face, and he was crying so miserably.

Xu Zijun had never seen anyone teasing a child like this. But then he thought, this is his sister, so it was normal.

Grandpa smiled and defended her, "Don't underestimate our Qingzhi, she is actually just a child at heart."

Xu Fuqiang winked: "Alright, Qingzhi, stop teasing the child and just give him one."

Xu Qingzhi bent down slightly, touched the child's head, and asked, "So, do you still hit people?"

The child immediately wiped his tears and said, "No more hitting. I'm not a bad kid. I'm a good kid. I don't hit people."

"Yes." Xu Qingzhi solemnly took off the sweet potato vine chain on his hand, "Come on, call me sister, and I will give it to you."

The child stretched out his hands eagerly and said flatteringly, "Sister."

Xu Qingzhi put his hand in her palm and said in a gentle voice, "If someone bullies you, you can bully back, but you can't hit mom. Mom gave birth to you and loves you the most in this world. You have to be good to her, understand?"

The child uttered in dialect: "Sister, I know how to talk~"

Xu Qingzhi patted her head again, "What a good child."

(End of this chapter)