Chapter 47 Extremely delicate
“How could this be?” he asked.
Yan Funing said honestly: "I got burned while serving the dumplings."
"Didn't you wrap it in a cotton towel?"
"Wrapped it."
"Are you stupid? One piece is not enough, wrap two pieces."
The voice was cold.
The burns hurt everywhere, and the places pinched by his two fingers also hurt. At this moment, he called me stupid...
Yan Funing tightened 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 so much."
The voice was low and small, with a cry in it, fragile and pitiful, and 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 rippling, like a delicate flower that had been 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 settle things."
Fu Ciyi didn't care about her and scooped out the 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 sat down, and Wan Niang said, "Let's eat."
Fu Nanyao ate the dumplings, stretched out her hand, and muttered : "I also served dumplings, and my hands are fine, so why is she the only one with the problem?"
Fu Ciyi: "Shut up."
That moment in the kitchen, a certain woman was about to cry. Come out, if Nan Yao talks about it and makes you cry...
He was bored.
Fu Nanyao was shocked that her brother was hurting her, and she pouted dissatisfiedly: "Mom, listen, my brother is hurting 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 with the puffing?"
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's head accurately with the head of her chopsticks.
Fu Beimo covered his head: "Mom, hit me!"
"It's you who's beating me. Your sister-in-law has your brother, why are you trying to get 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.
My 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 youngest son's distress was 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 processing 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: "Ask their brothers to go. If your hand is burned, just stay at home."
"It doesn't hurt anymore." Yan Funing pinched her fingertips, but it still hurt a little, so she curled them up tightly. Pointing her finger, "If those crops rot in the ground, they will burn the roots when planting new ones in the future." Wan Niang muttered: "That's right, three acres of crops have to be processed, which requires a lot of people."
Fu Ciyi said: "We are all going, mother will stay at home."
Fu Nanyao pointed to herself in disbelief: "Am I going too?"
Fu Ciyi: "Take less, it won't affect your legs."
After saying that, the four of them went to the field.
Because the weather is still cold now, although the harvested crops are wilting, 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.
Cannot hear the noise, Yan Funing and Fu Beimo looked at each other and smiled, the two of them worked quickly.
At this moment, someone came over: "I said, can you give me the radishes and cabbages that were destroyed in your field?"
Yan Funing raised her head: "Auntie, those radishes It’s inedible with Chinese cabbage.”
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 lightly: "If you want it, you can come to the field to get it yourself."
The aunt smiled and said, "Of course, I will go home and call my son to come with me. "While speaking, she took a deep look at Yan Funing and said, "It's too troublesome for you to clean it up by hand. I have a rake at home, so I can clean it up quickly."
Yan Funing smiled and thanked: " Thank you, aunt!”
The aunt waved: “No need to thank you, so I should thank you for giving me the radish and cabbage.”
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 embarrassed to speak."
After 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 nearby fields 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 shout insults 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 was a field ridge 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 this ox cart was the one driving Li.
The driver is Li Li.
The aunt just now walked over quickly with a smile: "Here, that silly big guy behind is my son."
The driver Li was walking behind the aunt with three arms of rakes on his shoulders.
Yan Funing smiled and turned to the aunt: "It turns out that Brother Li and the aunt are mother and son."
Fu Ciyi's eyebrows were a little cold.
A certain woman actually called a driver, Brother Li?
Mother Li clapped her legs happily: "Yes!"
The little lady in front of her is indeed beautiful and sweet, but it's a pity that she has a husband-in-law.
Mother Li's eyes moved towards Fu Nanyao. Fu Wanniang was good-looking and her daughter was also pretty, but unfortunately her leg was lame.
However, there are only her and her son in her family, and the conditions are very bad. Even if the girl is lame, she probably looks down on her son.
For just a moment, Mother Li’s heart was twisted several times.
Soon, she grabbed her son and said, "If someone is willing to give you radishes and cabbage, you can help them with the winter wheat."
"Sure." Driver Li responded, saw Yan Funing, and called with a smile , "Girl."
Fu Ciyi's eyes flashed with anger.
(End of this chapter)