"Old man, take your dirty hands away and don't touch me!" Zuo Yingchun said.

Old Uncle Geng's outstretched hand froze.

The old man was not stupid, he understood something immediately.

His expression also fell, he withdrew his hand and glanced coldly at Zuo Yingchun, who was sitting on the ground.

"Master Luo's little wife, Qing'er, is good-looking, capable, and kind to others."

"No wonder Mr. Luo sees Qing'er in his heart."

"If my old man were several dozen years younger, he would definitely appreciate a girl like Qing'er, who doesn't put on airs and isn't fake..."

Old Uncle Geng thought of himself.

Zuo Yingchun frowned and glared at Old Uncle Geng fiercely.

"Old man, who are you talking to? Do you know you are so noisy? Shut up, shut up!"

Old Uncle Geng curled his lips.

He bent down and picked up the two hoes on the ground, walked back to his own field and continued weeding.

Zuo Yingchun was left sitting alone by the ditch, looking up at the village entrance.

Old Uncle Geng hoeed the grass a few times, raised his head and glanced here, shaking his head secretly.

Soon, people came from the entrance of the village, Zuo Junmo and Luo Fengtang.

There were several servants behind him, including Dawang's wife.

Seeing Dawang's sisters-in-law, Zuo Yingchun's expression immediately changed.

Soon, Zuo Junmo led a group of people to the edge of the field ditch.

"Brother Fengtang said, cousin, you sprained your foot, what happened?" Zuo Junmo asked.

My eyes fell on Zuo Yingchun's foot, and I couldn't tell that the foot was twisted.

Zuo Yingchun looked aggrieved and pursed her lips: "Aren't you helping outsiders to scold me? Why did you come to pick me up? Just let me die here!"

Zuo Junmo frowned.

"Stop making trouble and let others laugh," he said.

Then he pointed to Dawang's wife and two other servants: "You guys help my cousin go back."

"yes!"

Dawang's wives came forward to help Zuo Yingchun up.

But Zuo Yingchun lay on the ground and refused to get up.

"My feet hurt so much that I can't touch the ground or walk!" she said.

Zuo Junmo frowned even more tightly.

Have the strength to be wild and willful, but not the strength to walk?

He shook his head and pointed at Dawang's wives: "You guys will carry Miss Biao back..."

"cousin!"

Zuo Yingchun suddenly let out a coquettish cry, which sounded like she was resentful.

"They were crawling in and out of the pig pen in the kitchen, and they were so dirty. What should I do if they soiled my floral dress?"

Zuo Yingchun asked.

On the side, Dawang's daughter-in-law echoed: "Master, it's not that we don't carry the burden, it's just that the path between the fields is full of potholes and it's difficult to walk on it."

"I turned around and hit my cousin, and the injury was even more serious."

"Why don't you, the owner of the village or Mr. Luo, come to carry the young lady on a ride? You are men and have great strength."

Listening to Dawang's sister-in-law's advice, Zuo Yingchun was secretly looking forward to it.

It was Dawang's sister-in-law who told her that Yang Ruoqing came with her fiancé this time.

No man will refuse a beautiful girl's show of weakness and help.

Don’t you, Yang Ruoqing, want to hook up with my cousin?

Then I will let you see your fiancé and carry me back.

I'll piss you off!

Even if your fiancé doesn’t carry the burden, don’t be afraid.

When my cousin saw that I was so weak, he would carry me on my back.

No matter which one, the goal is achieved.

Just when Zuo Yingchun was secretly proud, Zuo Junmo spoke.

"I did carpentry work before, and I was covered in sweat and sawdust."

"If it doesn't work, I'll go back and get a stretcher to carry you back."

After Zuo Junmo finished speaking, he left Dawang's sisters-in-law here and turned to leave.

Zuo Yingchun called him to stop.

"I can go back by myself!"

Zuo Yingchun said, reaching out to Dawang's sister-in-law and being helped to stand up.

The floor was so dirty that she didn't want to stay any longer!

"Cousin, don't bother me. I can bear it. Let's go!"

The group finally returned to Zuo's house.

In the hall, Yang Ruoqing supported Mrs. Zuo and waited at the door of the hall, looking towards the courtyard door.

I saw Zuo Junmo and his entourage coming back in great force, followed by Zuo Yingchun who was being supported by Dawang's sister-in-law.

Mrs. Zuo looked anxious and hurried over to greet her.

"Chun'er, what's going on? Weren't you still doing well in the yard before? Why did you fall into the ditch in the blink of an eye?"

Mrs. Zuo asked.

"Where is the injury? Does it hurt? Jun Mo, please call the doctor for Chun'er quickly!"

Mrs. Zuo ordered repeatedly.

Zuo Junmo said: "I wanted to send someone to ask for a doctor on the way, but my cousin stopped me. She insisted on coming back to apply medicinal wine."

Mrs. Zuo's eyes fell on Zuo Yingchun: "Chun'er, it takes a hundred days to break your muscles and bones. You have to be careful and don't be careless..."

Zuo Yingchun forced a smile to Mrs. Zuo and said, "Aunt, Chun'er is not that fragile."

"I was walking around the backyard before, and suddenly I remembered that my aunt said before that I wanted to eat wild vegetable cakes, so I wanted to go to the fields to look for it..."

"Unexpectedly, I sprained my foot. I will be careful next time..."

Mrs. Zuo was surprised when she heard what Zuo Yingchun said.

Then he smiled happily.

"You are thoughtful. I mentioned it casually, but you really took it to heart."

"With your heart, my aunt is satisfied without eating the wild vegetable cake."

As Mrs. Zuo said, she came over personally to help Zuo Yingchun enter the main room.

When passing Yang Ruoqing, Zuo Yingchun turned around and glanced at Yang Ruoqing.

That look was full of provocation.

Like a general returning triumphantly from a victorious battle.

Yang Ruoqing secretly rolled her eyes.

I really don’t know what kind of evil wind Zuo Yingchun is blowing, but she is always treated as a target.

Is this necessary?

She had never thought about competing for Zuo Junmo with her. Look, her fiancé Tang Yazi was with her.

What a brain show!

The group entered the main room, washed their hands and feet, and Zuo Yingchun went back to the house to apply medicinal wine and then returned to the main room.

Mrs. Zuo then ordered people to lay out the dishes and start the meal.

Mrs. Zuo, the oldest backup, naturally takes the main seat.

Old Uncle Geng sat under the old lady.

The other four young people were sitting casually.

Yang Ruoqing naturally sat in a row with Luo Fengtang, and Zuo Yingchun sat next to Zuo Junmo.

After sitting down like this, the Eight Immortals table is surrounded by four sides.

As a result, Luo Fengtang faced Zuo Junmo, while Yang Ruoqing faced Zuo Yingchun.

The dishes were served one by one, including fish, meat, chicken, duck, seasonal side dishes, and cold platters. The table was filled to the brim.

"Aunt, Chun'er remembers that you like to eat sweet-scented osmanthus, glutinous rice and lotus root. Chun'er borrowed flowers to offer to Buddha."

Zuo Yingchun took a piece of the sweet-scented osmanthus, glutinous rice and lotus root placed in front of him and put it into Mrs. Zuo's bowl.

Mrs. Zuo narrowed her eyes with a smile and nodded repeatedly.

"Okay, okay, Chun'er, you can eat it yourself."

Zuo Yingchun nodded with a smile.

He glanced at Luo Fengtang, who was sitting opposite him, and then glanced at Zuo Junmo beside him with the corner of his eye.
Chapter completed!