From time to time, piles of mud covered with weeds picked up by farmers from the paddy fields fell on the field ridge in the middle of the field ridge. This made Gu Juren, who was wearing a straight robe, difficult to walk and bumped into bumps.

Even though he was so careful, the corner of his robe inevitably got a lot of mud on it. Several times he wanted to turn around and go back, but thinking that there was a big man in ancient times who could endure the humiliation of others and finally achieve great things, he gritted his teeth and followed

Stepping up to a flowery pace.

"Huahua, I noticed that you are wearing a straw hat and carrying a basket. You are so beautiful walking on the green grassy fields. You are very poetic and picturesque."

"When I get back to the county town, I will write the pen and you will polish it. I will draw today's scene as a souvenir. Do you like it?"

Huahua stopped and turned to look at him. She did not answer his question, but looked at him with a smile: "In our village, a man wants to marry a woman for no other reason than to be diligent."

"Take this busy farming season as an example. It's normal for a son-in-law to help his future father-in-law with farm work. Gu Zhihua, you keep saying you want to be nice to me, so that's great. Now this opportunity is right in front of you."

Gu Zhihua was stunned for a moment, blinked his confused eyes, looked around again, and understood.

He looked embarrassed and spread his hands: "Huahua, I have never done any of these jobs. I'm worried that I will trample all the rice seedlings when I get down to the paddy field..."

Huahua stretched out her hand and pinched the corner of Gu Zhihua's arm, gently pulled it, and said with a smile: "Gu Juren, you are dressed so neatly today, why would I let you go to that dirty paddy field?"

Gu Zhihua breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he didn't go to the paddy field...

"Herding cattle, you know how to herd cattle on the field ridges, right? Just hold the rope and follow the old scalper. If that doesn't work, then go back and stop pretending to be behind me!"

After saying these words, Huahua turned around and walked forward.

Gu Zhihua finally had the courage to catch up, "I can. For you, I can do anything. Even if I can't do it, I will learn to do it."

Huahua glanced at him: "That's all it takes."

The two people walked to the edge of Zhou Sheng's field one after another. In the paddy field, Bingbing led the old scalper in front, and Zhou Sheng held the plow handle behind. The father and son plowed the paddy field in circles.

In the paddy fields on the side, some people have almost plowed the fields and are already planting rice seedlings.

So the father and son were in a hurry, so Huahua called them, and they realized she had arrived, and there was Gu Zhihua standing beside her.

Zhou Sheng didn't react at all, but Bingbing's eyes immediately turned red when he saw Gu Zhihua.

He dropped the reins in his hands and strode up the field ridge, walking straight towards Gu Zhihua, his steps getting bigger and bigger, and finally he started running.

Gu Zhihua had just stood firm and was busy apologizing to Zhou Sheng. He didn't notice Bingbing running towards him from the side. By the time he realized something was wrong, a muddy fist was about to hit him in the face.

Gu Zhihua exclaimed, ducked aside, grabbed Huahua's shoulders and pushed her forward.

The fist stopped two inches away from Huahua's eyes. Bingbing was panting like an ox and glared fiercely at someone hiding behind Huahua: "Gu Zhihua, are you still a man? Use my sister as a shield, shameless!"

Gu Zhihua smiled apologetically, "Brother-in-law, if we have something to say, please talk to me. I am a gentle man..."

"Gentle scum!"

"Bingbing, stop yelling, come over and eat first!" Zhou Sheng called Bingbing with a dark face.

Huahua came to her senses at this moment, slapped Gu Zhihua's hand on her shoulder away, and came to Bingbing's side.

"Bingbing, hurry up and go eat."

"I don't want to eat. I see some people here and I feel sick and want to vomit!"

Gu Zhihua looked at the blue sky above his head and the green land under his feet, pretending not to understand Bingbing's words.

Zhou Sheng had already picked up the bowls and chopsticks, "If you don't want to eat, just take the cow over there to eat some grass."

Bingbing turned around and left.

Huahua chased after him and grabbed his arm, but she said to Zhou Sheng behind him: "Uncle, Bingbing is tired all day long, how can he not be hungry? Let him eat first, someone else will take care of the cows."

After saying this, Huahua said loudly to Gu Zhihua: "What are you still doing? What did you say on the way here? Why don't you go to herd the cows quickly?"

Gu Zhihua said "Oh" and his eyes were full of resistance. He went to the old scalper and looked at Zhou Sheng with his eyes.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Sheng, the father-in-law, was not polite at all. He squatted on the ridge of the field with a bowl in his hands and gave him a slap.

"Why are you lingering? If you don't want to put it away, go back. If you want to put it away, just be quick!" Huahua urged again from behind.

Gu Zhihua knew that he was determined to let the cow go, so he gritted his teeth, walked over, picked up the rope, and led the old scalper forward.

The old scalper didn't recognize him. He stared at Gu Zhihua with a pair of bloodshot eyes as big as copper bells, hunched his neck and raised his head but did not raise his feet.

Gu Zhihua was so anxious that he tightened the rope in his hand. He wanted to pull out the wooden bolt inserted in the cow's nose, so he asked the beast if he was afraid!

As a result, the old scalper not only refused to give in, but also opened his mouth and screamed "moo" at him in protest.

The villagers working in the fields nearby laughed when they saw this scene.

"Gu Juren, the cow is not that strong. You can't fight with him forcefully, you have to coax him!" the villager reminded kindly after he finished laughing.

Gu Zhihua was so embarrassed that he blushed and retorted angrily to the villager: "This is a cow, not a human. I coaxed it to play the piano to the cow!"

The villager said: "I don't know whether the cow can understand the piano, but I know that the old scalpers in our village are spiritual and can understand human speech."

Bingbing walked over with a bowl in his hand, laughing and shouting: "Uncle, it's not that we can't understand human speech, it's that what he said is not human speech at all."

People in the nearby fields burst into laughter.

That's how everyone is. When something funny happens, they just make a few jokes and laugh for a while, without any malicious intent.

But Gu Zhihua didn't understand it that way. He was simmering with anger in his heart. When he heard that the mud-legged people next to him actually got together to laugh at him, the master of lifting people, he was so angry that he threw the rope in his hand to the ground and pointed at the person who had spoken before.

The villagers scolded loudly: "Why are you laughing, you country bumpkin? I will lead my cow as much as I want, and I don't want you to meddle in other people's business!"

He waved his arms around again, "And you, all of you, with your mud legs facing the loess and back to the sky, laughing at your ancestors and your uncle!"

Zhou Sheng's expression suddenly changed.

Bingbing put down his bowl, rushed forward, and kicked Gu Zhihua in the butt.

"Plop!"

Gu Zhihua threw himself face down into the ditch, causing water to splash.

The laughter nearby was suddenly suppressed, and after a moment of silence, louder jeers broke out again.

"Hahaha, the master of Juren has been planted in a ditch!"

"Bingbing, that's a great kick!"
Chapter completed!