As soon as Liu Ji saw his own front door, he could barely take another step.
Who knows how far that mountain road stretches, and he had to carry this much wheat back, walking all the way to the brink of exhaustion.
On the way back, he had already cursed himself hundreds of times.
Liu San, oh Liu San, why didn't you sell those two mu of land together back then? Now you've really brought this upon yourself.
His Qi drained, and his whole body, along with the burden on his shoulders, collapsed onto the ground. He lay on the straw gasping, eyes rolling, not knowing what day it was.
Qin Yao clicked her tongue twice, knowing how tiring the work in the field is, and rarely showed sympathy by glancing at Liu Ji.
The four children gathered around worriedly, offering water, wiping sweat, consoling him.
No one else gets this kind of treatment. Have you seen anyone else coming back with wheat from the field being pampered like this?
