บท 291: Chapter 293: A Mouthful of Old Blood Stuck in My Heart_1

Tan Zhenghong persuaded patiently, "Wife, stop it, it's not worth it to wear yourself out over a bit of grain."

Before he finished speaking, Qiao Duo'er was squatting and cutting the rice again.

Tan Zhenghong had no choice but to continue working; after all, there was only so much rice, and the more he could cut, the sooner his wife could rest.

With a push of effort, Qiao Duo'er managed to complete the reaping of an entire two acres before she was ready to head back for lunch.

Just then, Uncle Huang came by with his ox cart: "Fourth Boss, put your rice on my cart!"

Tan Zhenghong and Qiao Duo'er began to move the cut rice onto the ox cart.

Soon, the ox cart was piled high with rice like a small mountain, the result of their morning's work.

They took the equivalent of one acre's harvest as a bit of interest, so to speak.

Uncle Huang also helped to tie it down with ropes so it wouldn't be a problem if it got jostled on the way back.