Free Days in Siheyuan

Chapter 601 The Suppression of Seniority

"Why did you draw the lottery? It's mine. Besides, I'm your old man. What's the matter with taking your lottery?" What the old man said was a matter of course. Son in the way: "Get up, don't get in my way, I have work to do."

"Father!" The man who was robbed of his job yelled at his father, who was full of grievances and didn't even look at him, but only cared about breaking the corn.

Where did my father treat me well before?
"What are you shouting for? You are called Hun'er. If you have nothing else to do, go and stay by the side. Don't get in the way here and delay my business." The old man didn't feel his son's grievance at all, and he didn't rush The guilt of the son's stuff.

After breaking off two more corns, the old man seemed to suddenly think of something, and turned to look at his son.

It was when the son thought that his father had finally found out his conscience, and when he was full of anticipation that his father would return the back to him, the words that the old man spit out made him unable to laugh anymore.

"By the way, who did you learn that virtue from just now? Why are you bitches, you don't look like a man at all, let me tell you, if you dare to talk like that again in the future, look at me Break your legs." After finishing speaking, he continued to pick up the corn, and kept muttering: "Old man, I am so old, why haven't I seen it? You still play this with me."

"Hahahahaha! You can't do this either!" Zhao Feng finally found the target of ridicule at this time, changed his depression from being ridiculed just now, and almost couldn't straighten his back from laughing.

Zhao Feng's smile seemed to have turned on some mechanism, causing everyone around him to burst into laughter.

A world where only the man who was robbed of his life by his own father was injured alone was formed.

However, this practice of the old man reminded other people present who did not draw a lottery.

Uncle Zhao's eyes lit up, and he looked at the people who were working, trying to find someone he could rob.

After sizing it up, Uncle Zhao withdrew his gaze in disappointment.

The person who got the lottery was not his peers, so he had no reason to grab it, but the old man in the family was standing beside him, and his family members were not enough to grab it, let alone him.

Uncle Zhao cast his eyes on Zhao Feng again, and took over the work in his hands softly.

Seeing Zhang Yu helpless for a while, people who don't know the situation may think that these people are grabbing something good, but they never expect that they want to work.

Isn't it good to wait obediently with him for the final weighing?

Zhang Yu didn't want to mention it at all. Before the lottery, he always thought that he should occupy a spot as a cultivator.

As a result, those people directly deprived him of the right to go to the ground in order to reduce his opponents.

The nickname is: "Xiaoyu is tired of cultivating fine seeds. We can do this simple job. Why bother you again!"

Listen, listen!
How nice it is to say!
But in fact, isn't it just to increase the chances of drawing a little bit!

Seeing everyone's enthusiasm, Zhang Yu was gradually infected.

In fact, he has tried this batch of seeds several times in the space, and he can basically estimate the approximate yield.

But looking at the scene in front of him, Zhang Yu still couldn't help feeling excited, and still wanted to personally participate in and witness this historical scene.

Just when Zhang Yu's thoughts were flying wildly, Zhao Feng sat down next to him.

Yes, in order not to let him do it, these people directly pushed him onto the chair.

Although Zhang Yu was complaining, the smile on the corner of his mouth did not mean that. Since he was in junior high school in the last life, agricultural machinery has gradually risen in the countryside, and he has never seen such a lively scene.

Although he knows that agricultural machinery is a great product that liberates productivity and relieves farmers' hard work, he still wants to experience the excitement of childhood once in a while.

"Xiaoyu, you said Uncle Zhao is so old, how can he still be like this?" The resentment in Zhao Feng's voice made Zhang Yu dumbfounded.

Now that I know that Uncle Zhao is getting old, when I was chatting with people two days ago, didn't I still sigh that Uncle Zhao is always strong?
Thinking of that outrageous rumor, and Uncle Zhao's black face comparable to Bao Gong's life, Zhang Yu couldn't help laughing anymore.

The smile on Zhang Yu's face was retracted under Zhao Feng's murderous eyes, and he explained: "Brother, I'm not laughing at you, I'm really not laughing at you."

The expression on Zhao Feng's face told Zhang Yu that he didn't believe what he said.

"Brother, I'm really not laughing at you. I just suddenly remembered a funny thing." Zhang Yu, who knew his elder brother would be very narrow-minded at times, hastily explained.

It's just how effective the explanation is. Just by seeing Zhao Feng looking at himself with his arms crossed, Zhang Yu knew that he didn't believe his explanation.

But with so many people around, he couldn't suppress the rumors that Uncle Zhao had finally suppressed, or he might go crazy.

I can only quickly divert Zhao Feng's attention: "Brother, wouldn't it be good to sit by the side and rest for a while?"

While talking, he took out two pieces of white rabbit toffee from his pocket and threw one to Zhao Feng: "Brother, eat candy."

Zhao Feng glanced at Zhang Yu with a half-smile, but in the end he accepted the candy.

Seeing that candy was put in Zhao Feng's mouth, Zhang Yu finally heaved a sigh of relief, this time he escaped a disaster by luck.

At this time, most people's attention was on those corns, and they didn't have time to pay attention to the small fights between their brothers.

In addition, under the demonstration of the old man and Uncle Zhao, the older people present all cast their eyes on those juniors.

After seeing this scene, the young people present were also full of vigilance, and they all tightened the straps on their backs, for fear that someone would snatch it.

But even so, most young people's jobs are still being robbed.

No way, it's their father, uncle, what can they do?
It even appeared that the father robbed the son, and then the grandfather robbed the father.

However, with the concerted efforts of so many people, the corn in the small courtyard was quickly finished and then piled together.

Because there are not many corns planted, there is less space for one person, so they are carefully broken.

But even so, those old people were still a little worried. After breaking all the corn, they ran to the corn field to search twice, and finally brought the only corn to several colleagues and said: "I will Said that these young people are not good at working, look, such a big corn has fallen into the field, if it is not found, it will be a mess."

"That's right, it depends on our generation to do farm work. These young people are almost ready."

(End of this chapter)