The dagger with wood grain carving finally fell into Song Wenqing's hands.
He stroked the patterns on the dagger with his fingertips, and carefully recalled the description of the dagger he had obtained from the book.
Lightweight, with a dark brown deer head on the handle, with slightly rough carving and polishing marks.
That’s right!
When I return to the city, I'll take this dagger and "accidentally" encounter the Liu family again...
Song Wenqing's breathing became heavy uncontrollably, and excitement appeared on his face. Before Yang Chuanlin noticed anything unusual, he relaxed his hand and used the dagger to cut the grass vines with ease.
Before long, Jiang Henian and He Jinshan had packed all the corn.
A large sack can hold nearly 200 kilograms of wet corn, and the corn their family received filled three sacks.
Each sack was so full that Jiang Henian could lie down on it and use it as a small bed. They were so big and heavy that they were not easy to carry.
"Brother Shan! I've finished moving, and I've pushed the flatbed cart over to you!"
Chen Erhu came over pushing the two-wheeled flatbed cart from his home.
"Thank you."
"Hey! Brother, why are you being so polite to me? I didn't even have time to drink water when I got home, and my mother urged me to push the cart over to you, fearing that my sister-in-law would be tired."
Jiang Henian scratched the corncobs on his hands and said with an embarrassed smile, "Thank you, Auntie!"
"Hey, no thanks," he whispered, "thanks to Brother Shan, I've had enough to eat these past few days and I feel full of energy!"
Chen Erhu wanted to help lift it, but He Jinshan grabbed the bag with both hands and without even gathering strength, he directly picked up the 200-pound heavy corn as if it were cotton.
His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing the bulging muscles on his arms. The lines were smooth and eye-catching, exuding a strong power, and even the blue veins were full of hormones.
Chen Erhu lowered his head and silently patted his ugly arms.
Hey, Hu Zi, go home and play in the mud and sand.
At this moment, a green figure rushed out from behind him.
Pang Ji shouted, "Brother He, I'm here to help you!" and came over happily again.
He also followed He Jinshan's example of carrying one bag by himself, gritted his teeth and said "Hey!", then he slowly straightened up while holding the huge and heavy sack.
When Chen Erhu saw this, he immediately became dissatisfied and became arrogant again!
He also rolled up his sleeves, bent down and grabbed the last sack that was slightly less full. He gritted his teeth and used all his strength to shit. His face turned red as he finally lifted it up with difficulty.
"Zuzu" is twenty centimeters off the ground.
Then he maintained the old man's bow-stance posture when crossing the road, using his knees to push the shaky sack forward.
Jiang Henian was worried that he would lose his grip and drop the corn, spilling its juice.
The two men, carrying heavy hemp sacks, staggered towards the flatbed cart parked in an open space more than ten meters away. They refused Jiang Henian's help and secretly competed with each other, speeding up in small steps.
Jiang Henian could only follow behind with his arms open, staring at the two people who looked like big-bellied frogs, trying to save Yu Mai's life in the critical moment.
The girl frowned, and her expression was full of "it's hard to put it into words, and I want to say it but I can't", and she looked very helpless.
Are these two competing for favor? This is...
He Jinshan put the sack on the flatbed cart and turned around to see this scene.
“…”
In the end, Pang Ji was slightly better and was five steps ahead of Chen Erhu, putting the corn on the flatbed cart.
“Bang!” “Bang!!”
Jiang Henian felt heartbroken when he heard the sound of the sack hitting the car deck, and he really wanted to kick away these two guys who came to compete for his favor for no reason.
It’s juicy! It must have been juicy after it fell!!
On the other side, Song Wenqing pretended to be busy and kept an eye on Jiang Henian's movements. When he saw them loading the car and getting ready to leave, he couldn't help but feel secretly happy.
If they could just forget for a moment, the dagger would be his.
"Wenqing, what are you always looking at? The bag is full."
Si Yuzhen came over with a sack and looked in the direction Song Wenqing had just looked, taking a few glances.
"Oh, nothing."
Song Wenqing quickly regained his composure, tied the bag quickly, and changed the bag.
Si Yuzhen lowered her eyes and watched his overly busy movements, and a strange feeling flashed through her mind.
"Yuzhen? What are you in a daze about?" Song Wenqing looked up at her and smiled.
Si Yuzhen came back to her senses, smiled faintly and shook her head. Suddenly she raised her eyes to look in front of her on the left. Song Wenqing followed her gaze and saw a tall man walking towards them.
Song Wenqing immediately had a bad feeling in his heart, but he kept smiling: "Comrade He, what's the matter?"
He Jinshan lowered his eyes and glanced at him.
The man's strong and tall physique brought a great sense of oppression. His face with three-dimensional bones and clear contours, when expressionless, revealed a cold and fierce look.
Song Wenqing frowned slightly, and he really didn't like the feeling of being oppressed by the dominance and being inferior to others.
He let go of her hand and stood up.
Unfortunately, when he stood up, he was still half a head shorter than others.
He patted the dust off his palms, raised his chin slightly, and asked again, "Comrade He?"
There was a hint of defensiveness and confrontation in his tone that he himself was not aware of.
He Jinshan twitched his thin lips slightly, his eyes casually passing over Song Wenqing's face.
Is this the thing that makes Jiang Henian feel weird every time he encounters it?
He raised his eyebrows and uttered two words: "Dagger."
The man, as sharp as a wolf, naturally did not miss the flash of anger and reluctance in Song Wenqing's eyes.
He Jinshan narrowed his dark eyes and stretched out his hand.
This boiled chicken even wants to be kept secretly with the small dagger that the child is playing with?
abnormal?
"Oh, sorry, I just put it in my pocket without noticing. Sorry, sorry."
Song Wenqing suppressed his deep displeasure and pretended to take out the deer-head dagger from his pocket.
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