The next morning, after breakfast, the family went to the fields to harvest corn. As soon as they arrived at the fields, Zhou Yanjing took the basket from Shen Liwu's back and said, "You rest for a while, I'll take care of it."
His palms were broad and strong, and he skillfully broke off a corn cob and threw it into the basket.
Shen Liwu stood at the edge of the field, his hands in his pockets, his eyes following his figure. The morning sun shone on his back, outlining a golden outline.
She couldn't help but raise the corner of her mouth, "You look pretty handsome when you work."
Zhou Yanjing glanced at her with his eyebrows slightly raised, "Why, you just realized it now?" There was a hint of ridicule in his voice, but his hands did not stop moving.
Shen Liwu smiled and shook her head, walked to his side, stretched out her hand to help him wipe the sweat from his forehead, “I’ve noticed it a long time ago, but now I think you’re more like a peasant hero.”
Zhou Yanjing was amused by her words. He simply stopped what he was doing and turned to face her. "Then, as the wife of a peasant hero, should you be rewarded with something?"
Shen Liwu blinked and pretended to think, “Well…how about I give you a few more pieces of meat at noon?”
Zhou Yanjing laughed and reached out to scratch her nose, "That's all you can do."
At this time, Zhou's mother's voice came from not far away, "Wuwu, just sit here. I won't bother you when I break the corn. You will hurt your hand later."
"Yes, there's not much. We'll collect it and you just watch from the side."
When Shen Liwu heard the voice of Zhou's mother Zhou 㫅, she couldn't help but turn her head and saw Zhou's mother bending over busy in the field, breaking corn skillfully in her hands, with fast and steady movements.
She pursed her lips and said softly, "Mom, I'm not tired. It would be nice if you could help me."
Mother Zhou stood up, patted the dust off her hands, smiled and shook her head at her, "Child, it's hard enough to work in medicine. Come and have a rest. Let us do these rough work."
Zhou Yanjing smiled and said, "Mom is right. You just watch from the side. Your hands are precious."
Shen Liwu listened to what Zhou's mother and Zhou Yanjing said, and a warm feeling surged in her heart. She looked down at her hands. They were indeed white and soft. Apart from experiments and surgeries, she had rarely touched anything rough.
"Then I'll be welcome."
Shen Liwu stood on the ridge of the field, the breeze brushed across her cheek, bringing a hint of coolness. She squinted her eyes, feeling the warmth of the sun on her body, and in her ears the rustling of corn leaves blown by the wind, as if the whole world became quiet and peaceful at this moment.
Zhou Yanjing bent down and forcefully broke off a cob of corn. His movements were clean and quick, like that of a veteran who was used to farm work. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing his muscular arms, the lines of muscle bulging slightly as he moved. He casually threw the corn into the basket on his back and continued walking forward with steady steps without any hesitation.
Shen Liwu watched intently, secretly sighing in his heart that although he was not a soldier, he was not inferior to him in doing farm work. Her eyes followed his back unconsciously, as if no matter what he was doing, he exuded a unique charm.
"Is this Yan Jing's wife? I heard you came yesterday. Oh, this little face is so pretty, so white and tender. No wonder Yan Jing refused to marry Chang Feng. I wouldn't marry her either if I were her."
A middle-aged woman's voice came from behind, with a strong rural accent.
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