Yang Xiaoli immediately stood in front of Yan Mofei after being yelled at, with his arms outstretched to protect Yan Mofei like a calf, and was pulled behind him by Yan Mofei by the collar.
He took out the mission card and said, "We are here to help you plow the land."
Uncle Li said, "Oh, you're here to plow the fields."
He looked Yan Mofei and Yang Xiaoli up and down: "Just you two?"
His tone was full of disgust.
These two were so skinny, it was obvious they weren't cut out for work. He had seen many city dwellers who were tall and muscular, but ended up being nothing but empty shells, completely useless.
Not to mention the girl behind, she is short and thin. She is okay with doing housework at home, but there is no way she can do any rough work.
He had already told his eldest son not to get involved with that program. Look, they just sent two younger kids over, what can they do?
I could feel the disdain in the old man's tone.
Yang Xiaoli pouted and snorted softly: "Sir, how can you judge a person by his appearance? I am strong."
Uncle Li also rolled his eyes: "Little girl like you, how can you have any strength? You can even shake away half a bucket of water."
"Go back, I don't need your help."
Uncle Li continued to fold clothes with an impatient look on his face, not even wanting to look at them.
Uncle Li's movements were slow and his hands and feet were not flexible. It took him a long time to fold a piece of clothes. And he still had four or five pieces of clothes beside him.
Yang Xiaoli got angry at that moment. He rolled up his sleeves and went straight to folding the pile of clothes. He folded them quickly and well.
After folding them, she put the clothes in the closet.
Then he grabbed the old man by the waist, which scared him silly.
"You little girl, what do you want to do? Put me down now!"
Even the elderly are bullied, damn it!
Without saying a word, Yang Xiaoli carried the old man to the outside yard and put him down, then reached out and put him directly on the shelf where he dried medicine.
Uncle Li's most treasured things are his medicinal herbs. Looking at Yang Xiaoli's aggressive look, it seems like he's going to steal his medicinal herbs!
"No, no! Girl, you can bully an old man like me, but don't touch my medicinal herbs. They can kill people!"
Uncle Li's eyes were filled with tears, and he was about to kneel down to Yang Xiaoli, but Yan Mofei, who was standing beside him, held him back, preventing him from kneeling any further.
Yang Xiaoli's hand was still on the shelf, and he even stretched out his other hand and placed it on another shelf.
Uncle Li's heart was about to leap into his throat. He was so panicked that he wanted to rush over to protect his herbs. But Yan Mofei was holding him back, so he couldn't even move.
At this time, Yang Xiaoli had already started to exert her strength. She held a rack in each hand, and the racks were full of dried medicinal herbs. Although a frame of medicinal herbs was not heavy, what was heavy were the racks and so many medicinal herbs.
Under the horrified eyes of Uncle Li, Yang Xiaoli easily lifted two medicine shelves, raised them up horizontally, and put them down horizontally.
The medicinal materials on top were kept safe and sound, without any spillage.
"Uncle, look, am I very strong?" Yang Xiaoli came to Uncle Li happily to see how good her hand was just now.
As a result, when she ran over, Uncle Li rolled his eyes and fainted.
"well?"
Yan Mofei expressed his helplessness and immediately performed basic rescue on Uncle Li.
Fortunately, Mr. Li was just too excited and fainted for a moment. After Yan Mofei's rescue, he woke up immediately.
"You! You!" Uncle Li was so angry that he blew his beard and glared.
"Sorry, sir. I was wrong. I just wanted to prove to you that I really have the strength and can do the job well. I didn't expect to make you faint from anger."
Yang Xiaoli had tears in her eyes, and she gently helped the old man to calm down. Her attitude and tone were extremely sincere.
Facing the cute Yang Xiaoli, Grandpa Li thought of the daughter and granddaughter he had always wanted, but unfortunately all he gave birth to were boys, so he could only sigh.
"Alright, alright, I'll take you to do things."
He tried to stand up, but Yang Xiaoli pushed him back. Yang Xiaoli didn't control his strength and hit him a little too hard, causing Uncle Li to cough violently.
Yang Xiaoli was stunned, and immediately let go and raised both hands in a look of surrender.
"I'm sorry, Uncle Li, I really didn't mean it."
Uncle Li coughed a few more times and rolled his eyes in annoyance.
He didn't know how many times he rolled his eyes.
"Let's go."
The old man led the way step by step, and the two people behind him moved slowly as if they were stepping on ants.
It would probably take half an hour to get out of the yard at this level. Yang Xiaoli couldn't stand it anymore and squatted down in front of the old man.
The old man, who was not paying attention for a moment, was almost tripped by her and rolled his eyes again.
"What do you want to do, girl?"
Sooner or later, his life will be lost to this girl.
"Uncle, let me carry you on my back, and you show me the way. This way we can go faster."
Otherwise, others have finished their work and they have just arrived at their destination.
Uncle Li turned pale with fear and took two steps back several times faster than before. "Let you carry me? Do you think I'm still alive?"
There was a lot of laughter in the live broadcast room.
"Hahahaha, Xiaoli has scared me to death. I'm almost running as fast as an arrow."
"I'm so miserable, I met this super-strong girl named Xiaoli. All my bones must have been broken apart."
"Uncle: Don't come over here!"
"My life is also my life, Xiaoli, take it easy."
"Don't worry, sir. We have so many eyes watching you in our live studio. They will help you accuse Xiaoli of murder."
Yan Mofei sighed helplessly again, picked up Yang Xiaoli, and squatted in front of Uncle Li: "Let me carry you."
Uncle Li snorted coldly: "I don't want you to carry me. You have your own tasks. Go get the tools for plowing the land."
"tool?"
Uncle Li pointed to a separate room on the other side. "That's the tool shed. The plowing tools you need are in there. That's the long one with the big metal plate at the bottom."
The two walked over and opened the door, and saw a lot of tools inside, all neatly arranged against the wall.
There was no plowing machine as Yan Mofei had imagined, only some very old-fashioned manual tools.
According to Mr. Li's description of the long thing with a large iron sheet at the bottom, the only one that meets the requirements is the one against the wall on the right.
The oldest plowing tool - the arrow plow.
It is made of wood, with a triangular iron piece embedded at the bottom and a rope tied to it, which is used to tie it to the oxen for plowing.
Yan Mofei would be dumbfounded when he saw it.
He was wrong from the beginning. Plowing means plowing the land, not plowing the field.
The fields are paddy fields, but the land is dry land.
In this age of ubiquitous machines, he actually wants to use this oldest arrow plow to plow the land?
Damn, I knew the program crew loves to stir up trouble!
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