The husband is the hunter

Chapter 188

Time flies by in such a relaxed and pleasant day, and it is time for the autumn harvest in a blink of an eye.

The originally green wheat field has been exposed to the sun in summer and has become an endless golden yellow wheat wave. When the wind blows gently, it is like a wave pressing down on each other.

The acre of land that Fang Lin wanted back from the Fang family was all planted with wheat. However, the mountain road was narrow. How to transport the wheat back after harvesting became a big problem, not to mention threshing, raising wheat Wait for a series of follow-up work.

So Fang Lin discussed with Duan Nanshan that after harvesting the wheat, they might as well transport it to Shen's house. Xiaomiao Village has a public sun-drying field. There won't be any major problems, anyway, their family only has one mu of land, and they can harvest two to three hundred catties of wheat at most.

At the end of summer, the weather was already sweltering, but the heavy white rain could not be sure when it would fall, and the farmers could only rush to harvest as soon as possible, so as to avoid the crops being damaged by the rain.

If you say that harvesting wheat is hard work, Duan Nanshan is shirtless and silently burying his head in hard work. Beads of sweat are constantly dripping down. Although it is the first time to do such strenuous work, Duan Nanshan is still capable. With talent, he quickly mastered the skill of using the sickle. The wheat was cut off at the same time, quickly and well. Even Fang Lin, a veteran who is used to farm work, was left behind by him, and he could only be responsible for cutting him off. Hugging the wheat to the car on the side of the road.

There was already a lot of wheat on the cart. Seeing that he was sweating all over, Fang Lin handed him the water bag and said, "Take a break first, drink some water, and take the cart to your uncle's house when you're done. I don't think there's much left in the field, let's work harder, and it will probably take an hour at most to mow all of them."

Duan Nanshan was really exhausted. After receiving the water bag, he raised his neck to drink water. The water flowing from his mouth, together with sweat, slid down his chest. He was probably extremely thirsty, and he drank the water bag full. After cleaning up, she said to Fang Lin with a little embarrassment, "I drank it all, so what... If you are thirsty, bear with it, I will send the wheat back and pour some water."

Fang Lin pursed her lips that were chapped due to dryness, and said with a smile, "It's okay, I just drank water, the room is cool, you can rest at uncle's house for a while."

Duan Nanshan opened his mouth and swallowed the words in his stomach. His daughter-in-law cared about him, so he couldn't just make trouble like this.

Duan Nanshan drove the donkey cart to Xiaomiao Village. Fang Lin picked up the scythe he left on the ground and started to work. Although she didn't cut as fast as Duan Nanshan, she could share as much as she could.

She had to bend over to cut the wheat. Fang Lin felt backache after working for a while. When she first came to the field in the morning, she had been cutting for a while, so why didn't she feel tired? Could it be that two people were talking and tired? Can it disappear?

Fang Lin had something on her mind, so she slowed down her work. After cutting a handful of wheat, she simply stopped and looked up at the sky. The sun was so bright that she couldn't open her eyes. She could only look at the clouds beside her. , but the cloud seemed to have turned into Duan Nanshan's sharp-edged face, Fang Lin couldn't help but bend her mouth, beat her waist with her free left hand for a while, then bent down again to continue working.

(End of this chapter)