Indeed, as the old man said, things in this world cannot be simply black and white, but he was unwilling to remain so confused.
"Father, this is unrealistic," Han Yi earnestly advised. "If that were the case, the entire Han family would be implicated!"
If it were just his own problem, he wouldn't have reacted so strongly.
Regardless of the inside story, once others see you apologizing profusely, they will assume the fault lies with you, and any attempt to make amends will be futile.
“Yes, sir,” Han Yun said softly, “this forces the young master to slap himself in the face.”
That's way too ruthless!
"I disagree as well," Han Yi retorted. "It concerns the reputation of the Han family. Master, you should think it over carefully."
"I agree," Han Er said, cupping his hands. "Young Master is indeed at fault, but it doesn't warrant public execution, much less implicate the entire Han family."
Han Qi could take Han Yi's words as an excuse.
But when Han Yi and the other person spoke, he began to think about it seriously.
After a long silence, they finally decided, "We can take a horse-drawn carriage, but we must walk the rest of the way after Huangjiakou."
This is his bottom line.
Even if the old man jumped out of his coffin, he wouldn't change his mind.
"Fine," Han Yi said through gritted teeth, "I agree!"
He seriously doubted whether he was his biological son.
His biological father only had him as his son, and instead of spoiling him, he showed him no basic pity, treating him like he had been picked up off the street.
This is simply unbelievable!
In Huangjiakou, Jiang Nuan was unaware that Han Qi was forcing his son to plead guilty with a bundle of thorns on his back.
The family tidied themselves up, put on hats and gloves, and went to the field to pull weeds.
At this time, most people in Huangjiakou were in the fields, and even the children were brought along. The older ones did some light work that they could do, such as carrying grass, while the younger ones sat at the edge of the field taking care of the even younger children.
Compared to the busy and hectic atmosphere in the paddy fields, the wheat fields are a bit more relaxed.
Jiang Nuan herself would get back pain after bending over and pulling weeds for half a day, but for people who work year-round, pulling weeds is considered a relatively easy job in the fields. Even some elderly people with mobility issues would move a low stool and sit down to pull weeds.
The elderly man, who should be enjoying his retirement, is working so hard simply to do his part for his family.
"Hello, Fifth Grandma!" a thin, dark-skinned child greeted.
"Good boy," Jiang Nuan said with a smile, handing him two pieces of rice cake. "Take these and eat them slowly, don't choke."
After saying that, he patted the child's head.
"Why give him such precious things?" Uncle Huang waved his hand. "Gouwa is easy to raise. Mixed grains and coarse rice are fine. Leave these for Da Niu and Er Niu."
“I brought this especially for the children,” Jiang Nuan said, pointing to the basket on her arm. “There’s still a lot here.”
"That's thoughtful of you," the old man said with a smile. "Why don't you let Da Niu and Er Niu stay and play together?"
"Fifth Grandfather," Da Niu immediately shook his head and said crisply, "We have to go pull weeds, so we can't play with Gouwa. How about next time?"
"Can I come with you?" Gouwa asked timidly to Da Niu. "I want to play with you."
"But we have to work, so we can't play with you."
"I can work very fast, and I can also help out."
"Grandma," Da Niu looked at Jiang Nuan for help, "what should we do?"
Seeing this, Jiang Nuan chuckled softly and asked gently, "Do you want to play with Gouwa?"
"I want to." After saying that, he nodded heavily, as if afraid that Jiang Nuan wouldn't understand what he meant.
“Then you all should ask Fifth Grandfather,” Jiang Nuan pointed behind her. “If they agree, then I’ll agree to let you all go together.”
"Great-Grandpa~" Gouwa looked at Uncle Huang Wu with pleading eyes, afraid that he would not agree.
"I've never seen you so diligent with all the chores we have to do," Uncle Huang Wu waved his hand with a smile. "Go on, and remember to come back early."
"Oh, that's great!"
After saying that, the three little ones held hands and ran and jumped.
Seeing this, Jiang Nuan smiled, then put down a few more pieces of rice cake, "Fifth Uncle, you go ahead and do your work, I'll go too."
"Go ahead, go ahead. If Gouwa misbehaves, just give him a good beating. That kid is naughty."
"Okay, niece-in-law understands."
After saying this, the group continued walking forward.
"Mom, I can't help but laugh when I think about how this tiny little guy is seriously saying he wants to work."
"Shh," Wang said in a low voice, "Don't let them hear, or they'll get upset again."
Lately, these two kids have been saying that they've grown up and can't stand it when people say they're still young.
“They’re so young but so clever,” Jiang Nuan shook her head. “Let them play, as long as they don’t ruin the wheat seedlings.”
At this point, the wheat seedlings have reached mid-calf in height and are beginning to sprout ears in the center, but the time is too short and the thorns are still soft and not prickly.
After weeding once, the weeds will stop growing and won't need to be pulled again and again. We can just wait to harvest the wheat in late April or early May.
“That’s definitely not the case,” Xie shook her head. “A farm kid wouldn’t be that ignorant.”
They've all suffered hardship, and they've only had a couple of good days. No matter how young a child is, they won't be tolerated for wasting food; at the very least, they'll get a beating.
Not to mention, my own child has always been sensible.
"Well, let them play. Kids shouldn't be restrained too much."
After glancing at the three children from afar and seeing them running around the wheat field, Jiang Nuan completely ignored them.
There are people everywhere and no water, so there won't be any accidents.
“The grass is easy to pull today,” Xie said, pointing to the soles of her feet. “But the mud sticks to my feet, and I have to scrape the soles of my shoes every now and then.”
Fortunately, I changed into a pair of cloth shoes before getting out of bed; if they had been embroidered shoes, I would have been heartbroken.
“They’ve grown so fast,” Wang said, shaking her head as she looked at the grass that was already ankle-high. “It’s only been raining for two days, and they’ve already grown this tall. I wish wheat seedlings could grow this fast too.”
"It's a great idea, I'll give it a try."
The idea of wheat having a vitality comparable to that of wild grass is truly exciting.
It's possible to cultivate this kind of plant without having to weed, but that's highly unrealistic.
At least before this, Jiang Nuan had never heard of anyone successfully developing herbicides; on the contrary, various herbicides were emerging one after another.
Jiang Nuan also felt that the chances of success were extremely slim, but that did not stop her from having a restless desire to try.
Upon hearing this, even Xie, who blindly trusted her mother-in-law, wavered. "Mother, don't take it seriously. My sister-in-law was just saying it casually."
"Yes, I know."
After a wry smile, he continued to bury himself in weeding.
She knew it!
The Huang family didn't have much dry land, and Jiang Nuan didn't plan to pull it all up at once. Just as she was about to rest, she heard someone shout, "Fifth Aunt, Young Master Han is here carrying brambles."
The visitor sounded genuinely surprised, as if he hadn't expected this to happen either.
"Bearing thorns to apologize?" Madam Xie turned her head in shock. "Mother, what is Brother Han Yi doing?"
What was sung in the opera actually happened right before my eyes.
It just doesn't seem right.
"Who knows?" Jiang Nuan shook her head. "Let's go home and see."
She also wanted to know what Han Yi was up to!
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