Why is the little guy so anxious to make money?
Qin Zhao didn't say much. He asked Uncle Lin not to tell Jing Li about his visit and turned around to go home.
Things at home should naturally be discussed behind closed doors without letting others know.
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It was already dusk when Jingli got home.
He was carrying a basket of corn on his back. He quietly pushed open the gate and stuck his head inside.
Qin Zhao was sitting on a bamboo chair reading. Hearing the noise, he looked up and asked, "What are you looking at there? Why don't you come in?"
Jing Li said "Oh" and walked in carrying corn.
That’s great, Qin Zhao didn’t go out to look for him.
After helping Uncle Lin water the crops today, he stopped by Wang's house at the east end of the village to help cut some grass for the pigs. It was getting late by the time he finished, but luckily he had already picked all the corn from his family's cornfield a few days ago, so he could just carry it back home.
Jing Li piled the corn he brought back in the corner and went into the house to change his clothes.
Corn has a long shelf life and can be eaten until winter if stored properly, so Jing Li doesn't plan to bother selling it.
What's more, according to the previous agreement, half of the corn produced in this land must be given to Li Dali's family.
Jing Li fetched a bucket of water, transformed back into his original form, rolled around in the water, and washed himself thoroughly before changing into clean clothes. As he finished, Qin Zhao came into the room and took out a handkerchief to help him wipe his hair.
Qin Zhao asked, "Are you tired today?"
"Not tired." Jing Li's complexion was fair and fresh. Even though he worked in the fields every day, he didn't get tanned like other farmers. He looked at Qin Zhao through the bronze mirror, his eyes bright. "I've already harvested the last of the corn in the field. I've also contacted a family to collect the straw. They'll be here tomorrow."
Qin Zhao responded and lowered his gaze, just in time to see the other person's hand tucked into his sleeve.
There was a bit of bright red on the index finger, as if it was injured.
Qin Zhao frowned and reached out to grab the other person's wrist: "What's wrong with your hand?"
Jing Li subconsciously shrank back, but couldn't break free.
Qin Zhao lifted his wrist and found that there was more than one wound on Jing Li's hand.
Several small cuts were left on the fingertips. The bleeding had stopped, but the wounds looked shocking on the fair skin.
"No, nothing." Jing Li felt a little guilty. "I accidentally got hurt while working."
These are actually caused by being cut by sharp blades when cutting grass for pigs.
Jing Li was new to this job and wasn't very skilled, nor had anyone taught him. He didn't notice it at first, but only after he had finished mowing the grass did he realize there were several cuts on his hands.
Qin Zhao asked, "Did you do it while picking corn?"
"Yes... yes." Jing Li almost didn't dare to look at Qin Zhao's eyes, and said stiffly: "I will be more careful next time, don't be angry..."
Qin Zhao could naturally tell that it was not a wound caused by picking corn, and that helping Uncle Lin water his crops would not cause such a wound. This little guy probably went to the village to take on other work.
His eyes darkened slightly, but he said nothing and turned to look for the medicine box at the bedside.
Jing Li called him cautiously: "Qin Zhao..."
"I'm not angry." Qin Zhao sighed.
He took out the medicine and went back to Jing Li, took his hand, and carefully applied the medicine to him.
Jing Li continued to explain: "...This wound will heal tomorrow, really, don't take it to heart, and don't worry..."
His recovery ability has always been good. The wound left by the Astragalus herb when he went to the mountains to look for it last time was completely healed in just two or three days, without even a scar left.
After Qin Zhao carefully applied medicine and bandaged all the wounds, he said, "As punishment, you are not allowed to go out to work for three days, no matter what the reason."
Jing Li lowered his eyes and replied obediently, "I understand."
Looking at him like this, Qin Zhao remembered what Second Uncle Lin had said to him, and hinted, "If there's anything you want, you can just tell me, and I'll buy it for you."
There's no need to make yourself so hard.
Jing Li was stunned.
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