Chapter 684 Do You Want to Learn?
They arrived in the woods, and Song Chunxue exclaimed in admiration, "Indeed, mountains are different from one another."
Places favored by royalty and nobility are richer even in their mountains and forests than other places.
Along the way, she saw many good pieces of wood suitable for making shovel handles, hoe handles, and axe handles.
More importantly, she saw the legendary Paris polyphylla, encountered many precious plants with small flowers, and various mushrooms she had never seen before.
"You like mushrooms?" He Xiu took the basket. "I'll pick the edible ones. You can cut a few that you can use. We'll go down the mountain later to eat something good. The chefs here are really good. Their vegetarian dishes are even better than meat dishes."
That's fine.
Song Chunxue deftly chopped down several wooden poles, peeled off the bark, and tied them around her waist.
Master Han was nowhere to be found; he probably transformed into his original form and went into the forest to greet his kind.
On their way down the mountain, they passed a wheat field, golden and ripe, just the right time for harvest.
"Why hasn't this good wheat been harvested yet? In a few more days it will be too dry to harvest, and the wheat will just fall off the ground." Song Chunxue grabbed an ear of wheat and looked at it. "If we delay harvesting for even a day, we'll lose a lot of wheat. Why don't we take this opportunity to cut it down?"
The wheat is almost as tall as her; it's truly adorable.
"You're here to enjoy yourself, not to work for us, so don't worry about it. I'll have someone come and collect it later."
“It’s just one acre of land. The two of us can harvest it quickly. Didn’t you say your disciples are lazy? There’s no need to trouble them to come down the mountain.”
Song Chunxue quickly went down the mountain, stood the wooden stick up in the corner to dry, and took out two sickles from the woodshed.
"Give."
He Xiu didn't seem to want to accept it.
"You don't know how to harvest wheat, do you?" she couldn't help but laugh. "It's okay, I'll teach you."
He Xiu took the sickle and looked at it, then muttered irritably, "In this sweltering heat, even my disciples don't want to harvest wheat."
Arriving at the wheat field again, Song Chunxue took out a straw hat from her Qiankun bag, put it on, squatted down, and began to cut wheat.
"Snap snap snap~"
She moved swiftly, and with her current abundant strength and energy, she soon cut her way down the edge of the field.
When she turned back, He Xiu hadn't even reached the middle of the ridge.
Just as I was about to let him rest, He Xiu suddenly stood up and began vigorously cutting wheat.
"Junior brothers, what are you doing here harvesting wheat?"
Lord Zhao's voice came from down the slope.
Song Chunxue watched as a group of people followed behind her, throwing the wheat in their hands together.
“I saw the wheat was ripe and turned a perfect yellow. If I had waited another day, it would have been a waste of grain, so I harvested it.” She looked at Yunqiu, who seemed to have ill intentions. “Why did you come up here? It’s too hot up here. We’ll come down as soon as we’re done harvesting.”
The ethereal and elegant female Taoist priest, with a smile on her face, suggested, "Why don't we cut together? Many hands make light work, and we can finish in no time."
"Alright."
Many people accepted it with a smile, even if they were unwilling.
Song Chunxue couldn't help but sigh, "She's beautiful inside and out."
A dozen or so people were harvesting wheat together, and there was very little wheat left.
Song Chunxue then gathered the cut pieces together and bundled them into small bundles.
He Xiu ran over to learn, grabbed a handful of wheat, divided it into two bunches, grabbed the wheat ears and twisted them into clumps, then threw them on the ground, stepped on the two bunches of wheat stalks, and tied the wheat on top.
He Xiu tried three times, and each time he either broke the wheat ears, or the wheat stalks wouldn't cooperate and twisted together, or he had to pull them apart with both hands and the wheat would scatter.
He angrily threw the wheat on the ground, saying, "Forget it, I don't necessarily have to learn this."
Song Chunxue joked, "You must be so angry you're about to cry, haha. I was also clumsy when I was a child. I couldn't learn it even after a few months of trying. At first, I tried to tie it up with ice grass, but pulling grass took a long time. It took me a long time to learn it."
Yun Qiu walked over with a pleasant yet arrogant smile on her face, as if Song Chunxue's appearance pleased her.
"You really are a farmer, so uncouth. Are you showing off your farm work skills here?" She sneered. "Sure enough, a country bumpkin is a country bumpkin. Even if you come to the capital, even if you go home with Lord Xie, you can't hide your peasant nature. How amusing."
Song Chunxue frowned. "It is quite interesting. I didn't mean to hide it, nor did I think that farmers are ashamed of being human. If you think you are superior, you can pretend you can't see me. Why do you have to ridicule me here and make yourself seem so noble?"
"To be honest, you were originally quite noble, but when it comes to your words, you're just so-so," she scoffed. "You're a bit dim-witted. Even if you were born a prince, you'd still be just so-so."
That's all. Last time, she said those four words in a sarcastic way!
"How dare you!" Qiu Yun immediately lashed out with her whip.
The next moment, Wuyou rushed straight out.
"Smack!"
She didn't know where she touched it, but the end of the whip struck Yun Qiu's own face.
"Song Chunxue, I'll be with you..."
"What happened?" Lord Zhao walked over carrying wheat. "Junior brother can argue with people?"
"How could that be? I was just talking back because I wasn't going to back down. How could someone like me dare to argue with others? I'm only fit to harvest wheat." She took the wheat from Lord Zhao's arms. "Senior brother, let me tie it up."
"Lord Zhao, Song Chunxue, she..."
“My junior brother is amazing. He can harvest wheat, he feels bad about wasting such good wheat, and he can even tie wheat with straw. He’s much better than those people who don’t even know whether melons grow on trees or in fields. As the Buddhists say, all beings are equal. If no one farms, everyone in the world will starve.”
Yun Qiu's face turned pale. She hadn't expected that Lord Zhao would be so disrespectful to her and instead stand up for Song Chunxue.
How could someone like her become Lord Zhao's disciple!
There's definitely something fishy going on here.
“Lord Zhao, I don’t mean to look down on her. It’s so hot. There are people who will come to harvest the wheat. Why bother with all this effort?”
People harvesting wheat not far away were cutting it with their swords while looking this way.
Song Chunxue's lips twitched. It was better to pluck the wheat ears by hand than to cut them with a sword.
If this had happened when she was a child, she would definitely have gotten kicked by her older sister.
Forget it, if she were to instruct people on how to harvest wheat again, I don't know if they would even be willing.
Anyway, it's not her family's wheat.
These people, who know nothing of human suffering, wouldn't care whether the wheat falls into the ground or not.
They only care that today's food is not to their liking and the steamed buns are not sweet enough.
“We’ve finished harvesting.” A young Taoist priest ran up to Song Chunxue. “Uncle-Master, can you teach me how to tie the wheat? The wheat stalks in your hands seem very obedient.”
"Okay." Seeing the child's pure smile, she smiled too.
"I also want to learn, please teach me, Master Song." At this moment, the young, beautiful, and ethereal Taoist nun walked over, squatted down, and grabbed a handful of wheat stalks.
"No!" Song Chunxue pressed down on her arm. "Such delicate hands, you can easily cut yourself. Wheat stalks can prick your hands. You don't necessarily have to learn such rough work. I've never seen such slender and well-proportioned fingers before. Isn't this what delicate hands look like?"
The woman laughed, "You flatter me. Your hands can be developed like that too. Would you like to learn?"
"Cousin, come here!"
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