Throwing a thunderbolt out of thin air, it successfully frightened the few people following behind.
Kan Jun:...
Go to the ground?
The people following him took a step forward and swallowed, "Mr. Kan, it's going to rain soon. If you get caught in the rain, it will be bad. Otherwise, you and this person Young Master, please move into the house first, shall we?"
This was the first time he met Kou Qiu. He had only heard about it from his companions before. Seeing that Kan Jun was going to harvest the crops himself for the sake of this child, he used his words in a more polite and formal manner.
The man's brows still didn't loosen, and he had no intention of accepting it.
His shirt sleeves were rolled up, revealing clear lines on his arms with faint bulging veins, giving him an uncompromising sense of maturity. He looked at the gray boy on his eyelid and said in a deep voice, "Go back."
Kou Qiu refused to leave, "I'm right here. I also have to work."
The man pursed his thin lips and said, "There is someone here."
He glanced back, and the clever person immediately reacted and hurriedly stepped forward to play the drum.
"Yes, kid, you are young, just leave this kind of work to adults."
"You go back and rest first, there are so many of us, we will finish them soon!"
Kou Qiu remained motionless and determined.
Kan Jun rubbed his forehead and took a step back with him: "You stay here and watch, don't get down to the ground."
The young man squatted on the stalk, still holding a grass leaf in his hand and playing with it. Hearing this, he nodded and reluctantly agreed.
The few remaining people who followed Kan Jun got off the ground.
The villagers in the fields nearby felt a little surprised when they saw such an imposing official starting to do farm work. While busy with the work at hand, they couldn't help but stare at this side frequently. Mother Cha was completely forgotten, her face was green and red, and she felt shameless, so she could only lower her head and pick up the hoe again.
The clouds gathered tighter and darker, just above their heads. The wind has also picked up, and dragonflies are flying around in the fields, which indicates a big storm.
Kan Jun has never done any work. But his hands and feet are coordinated and his movements are nimble. If a subordinate shows him how to do it, he can keep up with the pace in a decent manner. It's just that his shirt and trousers are a bit eye-catching on this yellow soil. The blades of grass pricked his body, and his subordinates tried to persuade him to go up two or three times, but he just shook his head lightly.
There was no one to persuade me anymore.
When the first big raindrop fell, it happened to fall on Kou Qiu's arm.
He looked at the small puddle of water on his forearm, and was about to get up and go to help, but the man suddenly turned his head and glanced at him.
The meaning is quite obvious.
Kou Qiu had no choice but to remain squatting where he was, watching eagerly as several people accelerated their work.
In the blink of an eye, several baskets were full and they were carried up heavily. The man was not his usual serious and mature look, and his leather shoes were covered with wet yellow mud. He stepped on the mud, his expression was very calm, and he seemed to be carrying some high-end items while carrying the basket.
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Those Years of Falling in Love with Mosaic [Quick Travel]
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