After entering the wrong bridal chamber, I went to farm with the powerful minister

Chapter 47 Extremely delicate
"How could this be?" he asked.

Yan Funing said honestly: "I got burned while serving the dumplings."

"Not wrapped in a cotton towel?"

"Wrapped."

"Are you stupid? One piece is not enough, wrap it in two."

His voice was cold.

It hurts everywhere because of the burn, and where he pinched it with two fingers, it also hurts. At this moment, he calls me stupid...

Yan Funing pursed her lips and endured it.

I couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to dip my fingers into the cold water, so I whispered: "Let me go, okay?"

"I'm just seeing how hot you are." Fu Ciyi's voice was obviously displeased.

"But you pinched me."

Her voice was low and small, with a cry in it. She was fragile and pitiful, and she was really squeamish to the extreme.

Fu Ciyi was shocked when he heard this.

In front of her, her eyebrows were slightly twisted, her delicate pink face was filled with fear, and her watery eyes were rippled, like a delicate flower being bullied by the wind and rain.

His eyes narrowed, why did it look like he was scorning her?
Then he immediately let go of her finger and said indifferently: "You grabbed my finger on the edge of the cliff. At this moment, I just pinched it to see the injury."

Yan Funing heard the implication of his words and said, "Then let's clear things up."

Fu Ciyi didn't care about her and scooped out water in a bowl.

"Go to the main room to eat dumplings and dip your fingers in this bowl of water." Seeing her stunned, he said, "Aren't you leaving?"

"Oh, let's go..."

The two came to the main room and took their seats, and Wan Niang said, "Let's eat."

Fu Nanyao ate the dumplings, stretched out her hand, and muttered: "I've served the dumplings too, and my hands are fine. Why is she the only one with the problem?"

Fu Ciyi: "Shut up."

That moment in the kitchen, a certain girl was about to cry. If she was made to cry by Nan Yao's words at this moment...

He was bored.

Fu Nanyao was shocked that her brother was cruel to her, and she pouted dissatisfiedly: "Mom, listen, my brother is cruel to me!"

Wan Niang pretended not to hear.

Fu Beimo ate the dumplings while shaking his head, and then asked Yan Funing: "Sister-in-law, did my brother help you to puff?"

Yan Funing shook her head.

Fu Beimo said seriously: "I'll help my sister-in-law do it later."

Hearing this, Wan Niang hit Fu Beimo on the head accurately with the tip of her chopstick.

Fu Beimo covered his head: "Mom, hit me!"

"You were the one who was beaten. Your sister-in-law has your brother. Why are you getting involved?"

"Brother doesn't feel sorry for my sister-in-law, but I do." He said seriously.

My sister-in-law is such a delicate person, she should feel sorry for her.

His sister-in-law will praise him, thank him, make delicious food for him, and buy him candies, and he will feel sorry for her.

Wan Niang knew that her son's words of distress were just his true intention, so she smiled helplessly.

She also hopes that her younger son will be more enlightened so that he can find a wife in the future.

But now that she heard his innocent and childlike words, her idea might be in vain.
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After eating the dumplings, my fingers no longer hurt as much as they did at first.

Yan Funing proposed to go to the field to deal with the crops that were cut down.

I wanted to wait until I bought the cloth and put it on before dealing with it, but now I can only pull the cloth and make my own clothes.It takes a long time to make clothes. When the crops rot in the fields, the problem becomes big.

The only solution now is to deal with it as soon as possible.

Wan Niang said: "Tell their brothers to go. If your hands are burned, just stay at home."

"It doesn't hurt anymore." Yan Funing pinched her fingertips, but it still hurt a little, so she curled her fingers tightly, "If those crops rot in the ground, the roots of new ones planted in the future will be burned." Wan Niang muttered, "That's right. There are three acres of crops to handle, and there are many people to work with.”

Fu Ciyi said: "Let's all go, and mother will stay at home."

Fu Nanyao pointed to herself in disbelief: "Am I going too?"

Fu Ciyi: "If you take less, it won't affect your legs."

After saying that, the four of them went to the fields.

Since the weather is still cold, although the harvested crops are wilted, they have not yet rotted.

The four of them went to the field, sorted the cut crops with their hands, pulled up the half of the crops that were still in the ground, and piled them all into the corners of the field.

There are also villagers working in the fields nearby, most of them dealing with weeds.

They saw four people from the Fu family coming to the field, especially Fu Wanniang's eldest son, who was extremely handsome, but the cold look on his face made them dare not talk in private, let alone insult him.

Without hearing the noise, Yan Funing and Fu Beimo looked at each other and smiled, and the two worked quickly.

At this moment, someone came over and said, "I asked, can you give me the radishes and cabbages that were destroyed in your field?"

Yan Funing raised her head: "Auntie, those radishes and cabbages cannot be eaten."

The aunt said: "I know, I want to take it away and give it to my pigs."

"It's okay to feed the pigs." Yan Funing looked at Fu Ciyi, wanting to know what he meant.

Fu Ciyi said calmly: "If you want it, you can come to the field and get it yourself."

The aunt smiled and said, "Of course, I will go home and call my son to come with me." As she spoke, she took a deep look at Yan Funing and said, "It's too troublesome for you to do it with your hands. I have a floor at home." Rake, tidy up quickly.”

Yan Funing smiled and thanked: "Thank you, ma'am!"

The aunt waved her hand: "No need to thank you. According to this, I should thank you for giving me the radishes and cabbages."

She pointed to a few villagers and peasant women in the field nearby, and whispered: "I guess they want it too, but they have scolded your family and are too embarrassed to speak."

Having said that, start walking quickly.

Hearing this, Yan Funing and the Fu brothers and sisters looked at each other, only Fu Beimo was still immersed in sorting things out.

The villagers in the fields nearby lowered their heads, and some of the bolder ones gathered together to chat.

After all, seeing Fu Ciyi's cold expression, no one dared to insult him loudly like before.

Thinking that the aunt just now was coming to collect the ruined cabbage and radish, Fu Ciyi and Yan Funing took Nan Yao Beimo to pile the cabbage and radish together.

Not long after, an ox cart came up the field path.

The ox cart stopped halfway, because there were field ridges further ahead. The width of the field ridge was only one foot, and the ox cart could not pass.

What shocked Yan Funing was that the bullock cart was the same one driving Li.

The driver is Li Li.

The lady just now walked over quickly with a smile: "Here, that silly big guy behind is my son."

Li, the driver, was walking behind the aunt with three arms of rakes on his shoulders.

Yan Funing smiled and turned her eyes to Auntie: "It turns out that Brother Li and Auntie are mother and son."

Fu Ciyi's eyebrows turned cold.

A certain woman actually called a driver, Brother Li?
Mother Li clapped her legs happily: "Yes!"

The little lady in front of me is indeed beautiful and sweet, but it's a pity that she has a husband-in-law.

Mother Li's eyes moved to Fu Nanyao. Fu Wanniang was good-looking and her daughter was also pretty, but unfortunately her leg was lame.

However, there were only her and her son in her family, and the conditions were very poor. Even if the girl was lame, she probably looked down on her son.

For just a moment, Mother Li's heart twisted several times.

Soon, she pulled her son over and said, "If someone is willing to give you radishes and cabbage, you can help them with the winter wheat."

"Sure." Driver Li responded. When he saw Yan Funing, he called with a smile, "Girl."

Fu Ciyi's eyes flashed with anger.

(End of this chapter)