"Don't worry, my nephews and nieces can all do it, so why can't I, a grown man with hands and feet, do it?" Jiang Zhishan said, patting his arm.
Seeing Jiang Zhishan's attitude, Jiang Ling knew that no matter how she tried to persuade him, it would be useless, so she simply allowed him to go to work together in the afternoon.
The afternoon sun was still scorching. Jiang Ling distributed the straw hats she had bought at the mall to everyone and told them that if they felt dizzy or nauseous, they should immediately stop what they were doing and go to a shady place to rest.
Jiang Zhishan and the four children nodded, and the group of six walked toward the wasteland where Jiang Ling was.
It is difficult to reclaim wasteland, but fortunately, the water in the cave is flowing slowly, the surface is not particularly dry, and the soil has become soft.
Jiang Yaojie, along with Jiang Suihe and Jiang Wenxi, took hoes and began to simply turn over the soil. Zhao Erleng's wife, seeing this, quickly came over.
She was even more stunned when she saw Jiang Zhishan.
"Oh, Sister-in-law Jiang, Brother Zhishan, you're all here? Did you buy this wasteland?" Zhao Erleng's wife asked.
“Yes, I’m also planning to build a house in the back. You know, the house I have now was temporarily lent to us by the village chief out of pity for my mother and me!” Jiang Ling said with a smile.
"Oh dear, Brother Zhishan, what are you doing here? With your delicate skin, thin arms and legs, don't overwork yourself!" Zhao Erleng's wife's words didn't really mean anything; she just felt sorry for this scholar who was doing farm work.
However, when the words reached Jiang Zhishan's ears, they took on a different meaning. He stopped hoeing the ground, gripped the hoe, and looked at Zhao Erleng's wife, saying, "Sister-in-law Zhao, what do you mean by that?"
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