"Master." The butler's voice came from the phone.
Si Ze was about to say something when he saw Lao Mu walking towards him from a distance. He hurriedly said something, hung up the phone, and walked towards Yan Mo.
"Grandpa." Si Ze called lightly.
Yan Mo also stopped what she was doing. She was taking out the oranges from the basket one by one, putting them into her clothes to fill a bag, and planning to move them bit by bit.
Old Wood saw through his granddaughter's thoughts at a glance and said immediately:
"Put it in. You're taking it too slowly and it could easily scratch you."
"Oh." Yan Mo obeyed obediently and put it back carefully in the basket.
Every grain of rice is hard-earned. People living in the city may not understand this, but my grandpa and his family have a particularly deep understanding of it. After all, these oranges were planted and taken care of by my grandpa himself.
The idea that her grandfather instilled in her and her sister since childhood was that it didn't matter how much she ate, and he would let her eat the big and good food, but spoiling or wasting food was absolutely not allowed.
After Yan Mo put it down, Lao Mu picked up the shoulder pole beside him and bent down to carry it.
"Grandpa, let me do it." Si Ze immediately stepped forward, snatched the carrying pole from Lao Mu's hand, and said hurriedly.
He was a young man by his side, and he was asking an old man in his seventies or eighties to carry the load. The villagers would gossip about him, and he felt embarrassed.
Old Wood held on to it tightly and said with a smile:
"Si Ze, those of you who have never carried a burden before won't be able to do it. Let me do it. Go and support that girl and don't let her fall."
Yan Mo was tangled and caught in a dilemma. On one side was Grandpa, and on the other was Si Ze. Although Grandpa used to work frequently and she couldn't see it, it wouldn't have mattered. But today, she and Si Ze were here, and she had to watch him, an old man, carry the burden. As a granddaughter, she felt too unfilial, and she felt uncomfortable and guilty.
However, Si Ze had no experience in carrying loads, so it would be difficult for him to do it, not to mention that the empty basket he just carried had fallen to the ground.
Si Ze: "Can you forget about this?"
"Are you sure you can do it?" She looked at Si Ze and asked seriously.
Si Ze used his arm to weigh it, and it was very easy. This weight was not a big problem for him. He nodded at her and said confidently:
"Can."
After getting Si Ze's affirmative answer, she came over to support her grandfather who was still fighting with Si Ze for the carrying pole, and advised with a smile:
"Grandpa, just teach Size and let him try!"
For some reason, she believed him unconditionally. If he said it was okay, then it would definitely work.
Old Wood turned around and glanced at his granddaughter. Seeing that her eyes were full of trust in the young man from the Si family, he finally let go of her hand and said with a smile:
"Okay! Then let my grandson-in-law try."
If they delayed any further, they were afraid that the supplier at the village entrance would leave. Then, Lao Mu taught Si Ze some tips on carrying a shoulder pole, such as how to find the balance point of objects on both sides, lower the center of gravity, and walk in small steps to be more stable.
Si Ze listened carefully, and after understanding it once, he bent down to try it according to his grandfather's teachings. After making sure there was no problem, he stood up with two baskets of oranges.
"How is it? Is it heavy?" Yan Mo asked nervously. Because she was worried about him, she came to his side early in the morning when her grandfather was teaching him, stretched out her hand to block behind him, silently protecting him. If he showed any signs of falling, she would catch him at the first time.
"It's not heavy." Si Ze gave her a reassuring look and weighed the orange on his shoulder. He originally estimated that it weighed at least a hundred pounds, but it felt like only a few dozen pounds on his shoulder, which was lighter than he had imagined.
After mastering the method, this weight was no problem for him. He picked it up and walked out of the orange grove.
Seeing this, Yan Mo felt relieved and put down her anxious heart, but she kept jogging behind him, fearing that she could help in time if any problems arose. Lao Mu also followed closely behind the two juniors.
After a cup of tea, they arrived at the entrance of Changmen Village. Most of the people picking oranges in the fields had finished their work. The entrance of the village was even more lively than when they came back. Everywhere they looked, there were baskets of tangerines, too many to count.
As soon as Si Ze, carrying tangerines, arrived, he attracted countless people's attention.
Those who were picking oranges stopped, those who were weighing oranges, those who were bargaining, and those who were carrying oranges from the fields to sell like them all stopped and looked over.
His handsome appearance and strong body alone are enough to attract most women. Now he looks so relaxed and powerful while carrying the burden, which makes all the men's eyes red for a moment.
The buyer, sitting in a rocking chair, lowered his eyes to look at his bloated beer belly. Suddenly, his good mood disappeared. He threw away the tangerines in his hand and said in annoyance, "1.8 yuan per pound."
The farmer standing by was not happy and immediately retorted:
"No, Boss Qi, didn't you just say two yuan per pound?"
"Your fruits are too small, so this is the price. Sell them or not." Boss Qi said impatiently.
The farmer opened his mouth but said nothing in the end. He continued to weigh the goods, which was a silent agreement.
No one came to buy oranges this year. Now that a buyer has finally arrived, if he refuses to sell them just because of a few cents, they will probably rot in the fields next year, and we will have no harvest at all.
No one noticed the little episode here. Most of the people present were still looking at Si Ze and had not left.
Si Ze turned a blind eye, looked at the old man behind him and asked:
"Grandpa, where is it?"
"There." Old Mu pointed to the center of the team preparing to weigh the tangerines. There were two large baskets of tangerines. They were the ones that Grandpa had picked first.
Carrying tangerines, Si Ze walked to the place pointed by Lao Mu, bent down, put down the burden on his shoulders, and took off his coat.
Yan Mo immediately took out a handkerchief and came to his side, took the clothes from his hand, stood on tiptoe, and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead. He looked at her and half-bent his body to cooperate with her.
"Are you tired?" Yan Mo asked with concern.
He was a billionaire CEO with an extremely precious body, but for her, he helped her grandfather carry the load in the fields. She was touched but also felt a little guilty. She didn't know how to repay him and be worthy of his kindness to her.
When the villagers saw this scene, the neighbors who were more familiar with Lao Mu's family began to tease Yan Mo:
"Hey, Mo girl, are you feeling sorry for her already?"
"Your man is fine, he's very capable. This little thing won't faze him. I saw him pick up something very easily just now. He could have picked up something heavier without any problem. I guess he didn't even stop for a moment!"
“…”
Hearing everyone's jokes, Yan Mo realized that she was too worried about him and had completely forgotten where she was. Her cheeks turned red in an instant, and her hand stopped on his forehead, not knowing whether to continue wiping him.
Old Wood's very appropriate interjection:
"That's right, my grandson-in-law is really amazing. Don't you see whose grandson-in-law he is? You can't even envy him."
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