Chapter 22
Tung oil lamp?
There will be no light if you don’t pick up the room?
Thinking of the countryside where the sky would be as dark as the bottom of a pot if there was no bright moon after dark, Lu Xiaobai held back his tears and touched his chin that was pinched and hurt, and asked timidly: "Then, then we can sleep in the same room. You can't, not pick up the trash, right..."
Lu Xiaobai lowered his head after he finished speaking. He was redundant, but He Qin was not. He Qin was the master of this family. According to the ancient system of hierarchy, He Qin did not have to work. Instead, he, the idler, had to work.
But at home, he was just a little master who had everything provided for him, but when he came here, he just...
Lu Xiaobai raised his hand to wipe away the tears that were about to overflow from his eyes. He felt unwilling and wronged, but he didn't dare to say it.
"Of course, I'll pick it up with you. Go get the sack from the oxcart."
Lu Xiaobai looked up in surprise and found that He Qin was not joking with him. He quickly stood up and ran towards the ox cart. After rummaging for a long time, he took out a cloth bag and followed He Qin with anticipation.
If it weren't for time travel, Lu Xiaobai would never have seen a tung oil lamp in his life, let alone heard of tung oil fruit.
So, he was still very curious about these things, and He Qin actually agreed to pick them up. Although he was still not very happy that he had to do the work, he felt a little more balanced.
He Qin was tall and had long legs, so he walked very fast. Lu Xiaobai had to jog to keep up with him.
But as time went on for a long time, Lu Xiaobai's forehead began to sweat and his legs and feet felt a little weak, but He Qin was still walking briskly, with no intention of slowing down at all.
Lu Xiaobai's face flushed red. He had no choice but to tug at He Qin's clothes and ask, "He Qin, what does a tung oil fruit look like?"
He Qin's pace slowed down when he heard this question. He turned around and saw Lu Xiaobai's expression. He then realized that he had been walking too fast. He also slowed down by taking advantage of this topic: "It's winter now. The tung oil fruit has dried up and fallen to the ground. It's black. Find it yourself."
Lu Xiaobai nodded and looked around as he walked, trying to find the black tung oil fruit among a pile of dry brown leaves.
He Qin saw that his attention was quickly drawn to him, and he sighed inwardly at Lu Xiaobai's pure and kind heart. He then looked at Lingyi and the others who were picking up tung oil fruits on the ground in front of him, and said coldly, "It's right in front, go and help."
Lu Xiaobai then looked up. Lingyi was looking at them in surprise. He quickly ran over with the cloth bag in his arms. Looking at the densely packed black fruits on the ground, he asked, "Are these tung oil fruits?"
Ling nodded: "Yes."
Lingyi and his friends had already picked up three bags, which was already a lot in Lu Xiaobai's eyes. He bent down and picked up two and asked, "Do you want to pick up all of them?"
"Yes, this looks like a lot, but there isn't much oil left after squeezing it out. You should pick up more."
"oh……"
Lu Xiaobai turned his head to look at He Qin, only to see that the guy had found a rock to sit on. He rushed over angrily, stood in front of He Qin, puffed out his cheeks, but didn't say a word.
He Qin looked at his eyes becoming more and more moist, and laughed subconsciously: "Why, do you think it's unfair?"
Hearing He Qin's provocative words, Lu Xiaobai finally couldn't help it and complained in a tearful voice: "You clearly said you would pick it up too!"
He Qin looked at Lingyi who was working hard and said: "But as long as Lingyi is here, I don't have to do anything. Of course, if you want, you can ask Lingyi to help you pick it up."
"You, humph!"
Lu Xiaobai bit his lip. How could he ask Lingyi to help him pick up things? This wasn't modern times. In modern times, people got paid for working for him. What was there here?
He curled his lips, made a harsh note about He Qin in the little notebook in his heart, then turned around and left with the cloth bag.
This was an undiscovered tung oil tree forest, with tung oil fruits all over the ground. They picked them all morning and only finished and returned to the hunting shed when it was almost time for lunch.
This was also the first time Lu Xiaobai had worked in his life. He was excited at the beginning, but tired and thirsty at the end. However, seeing that no one complained about being tired, he could only continue crying. It was Lingyi who noticed that something was wrong with him and took out a water bag to give him water to drink.
After returning to the hunting shed, Lu Xiaobai lay directly on the wooden bed. He Qin looked at him and had a general understanding in his mind.
However, Ling San secretly asked Ling Yi: "What is Master Xiao Bai's identity? Why does such a simple task make him so exhausted?"
Lingyi shook his head as he grilled the meat: "I don't know."
In order not to delay the planting time, He Qin asked everyone to prepare and pack up after lunch, set off in the afternoon, and try to return to the village in the evening.
After bending over to pick up tung oil fruits for the whole morning, Lu Xiaobai's waist was sore and he felt particularly uncomfortable sitting on the hard ox cart without a backrest.
He could only lean on the tung oil fruit bag and gently rub his waist with his back hand.
But because he was wearing too thick clothes, he couldn't press it. Not only did his waist still feel uncomfortable, but his arms also started to ache. Tears flashed in his eyes and he groaned in discomfort.
Suddenly, a hot big hand lifted up Lu Xiaobai's clothes and began to rub his waist through his silky underwear.
"Mmm~ So comfortable..."
Lu Xiaobai turned around in surprise and found that it was He Qin who was helping him.
Although he felt a little embarrassed, the other person was his husband, and He Qin hadn't done anything all morning, so he naturally enjoyed it. Besides, it was really comfortable.
Lu Xiaobai closed his eyes, smiled with satisfaction and said, "You really are good at it. It feels so good. A little harder. Um, yes, not too hard. A little lighter..."
Lu Xiaobai unconsciously started to act coquettishly, his voice soft and cute, and he sighed strangely, saying that he felt comfortable. If you didn't know what they were doing, it would be easy to misunderstand that they were doing something shameful.
Lingyi and Lingsan obediently lowered their heads to drive the cattle, not daring to look back. He Qin's heart tightened at his words, and he suppressed his desire and said angrily, "Shut up!"
Lu Xiaobai pouted and snorted, "You're so annoying! You get angry even when I praise you~"
Is it a question of whether to praise him or not?
Hearing his soft voice, He Qin took his hand out directly. Lu Xiaobai turned back dissatisfied, and looked at him anxiously with his big watery eyes: "Why don't you press it anymore, you, you continue, I feel so uncomfortable, you rub it for me~"
The pregnancy mole on Lu Xiaobai's forehead became redder and redder, and his whole face became more and more charming, but Lu Xiaobai himself didn't know it, and always made some stupid movements that had nothing to do with his face.
He Qin took a deep breath and said, "Press it again when we get home."
"No, I want to press it now, press it for me..."
Before Lu Xiaobai could say anything, He Qin held him in his arms, half lying on his chest, and He Qin held his waist down again...
Lu Xiaobai was startled and just as he was about to struggle, he pinched his waist and said, "If you dare to move, I'll throw you down and walk back on your own."
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