Chapter 2137
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Zhao Baoshan felt a little depressed at the thought that there was still a lot of rice to be harvested.
Seeing that Zhao Wenshi had just finished bathing, Zhao Baoshan asked casually, "Boss, how's the harvesting of the rice in your family's fields?"
Zhao Wenshi replied, "Tianhu and I harvested a little faster, so we've already harvested half of the rice!"
Zhao Baoshan nodded. The two of them were indeed a little faster, so they had already harvested half of the rice.
His old body and speed were a little slower than Zhao Wenshi and Zhao Tianhu.
"Ahem." Zhao Baoshan coughed violently.
Zhao Wenshi hurried forward and asked, "Dad, what's wrong? Are you not feeling well?"
"I don't know why, but my chest feels stuffy. I've been feeling a little uncomfortable these days!" Zhao Baoshan said honestly.
Zhao Wenshi frowned and tried to persuade him, "Dad, if you're not feeling well, you should rest for a few days. Don't harvest rice in the fields these days."
Zhao Baoshan shook his head. "How can I do that? If the weather changes one day, the rice will be soaked by the rain. It's safer to harvest it as soon as possible!"
"But dad, you're not feeling well …"
After all, Zhao Baoshan was Zhao Wenshi's biological father. Zhao Wenshi wasn't very filial, but he still had a little conscience.
Zhao Baoshan thought for a while, then discussed with Zhao Wenshi. "Boss, why don't you help me harvest the rest of the rice?"
Without waiting for Zhao Baoshan to finish, Feng Zhangxia jumped out and unhappily replied, "Father, my Tianlong's father and Tianhu are also busy harvesting the rice at home. Where would they find the time to help you harvest?"
Zhao Baoshan's face darkened. Since Feng Zhangxia said so, he didn't want to say the rest of his sentence.
Zhao Wenshi was worried about Zhao Baoshan's health, so he said weakly, "Why don't I help you harvest the rice after Tianhu and I finish harvesting the rice at home?"
Feng Zhangxia poked Zhao Wenshi with her elbow, then glared at Zhao Wenshi and said, "How can you be so free? You'll be exhausted after harvesting the rice at home, and you'll have to rest in bed for a long time. Do you have so much energy to harvest rice for others?"
Zhao Wenshi suddenly felt a little embarrassed.
He wanted to help Zhao Baoshan harvest the rice, but he was afraid that Feng Zhangxia would be angry. Besides, harvesting the rice was indeed very tiring, so he could only give up.
Zhao Baoshan snorted softly. He was a little disappointed with the people from the first branch.
When there was something good, they always wanted to take advantage of it, but when it came to this kind of thing, they kept rejecting it, afraid that they would be taken advantage of.
At this time, Zhao Wentao walked over and overheard the conversation between Zhao Baoshan and Zhao Wenshi. He said, "Dad, there's not much rice left at home. I'll help you harvest it after I finish harvesting it."
Zhao Baoshan's sight fell on Zhao Wentao.
He praised Zhao Wentao in his heart. Among the few sons in the family, Zhao Baoshan's third and fourth son were very good. After going through these things, the comparison became more obvious.
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