D*mn It, Who Wants To Be With A Love Rival?

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Fortunately, there is a small slope next to it, but the fall only hurts. Ji Congzhe felt that the moment he fell, his soul flew out as if he had seen a ghost, and his heart is still pounding even now.

He patted the mud on his clothes and wiped his face. He noticed that something might have been rubbed on his palms, which made him feel burning pain. When he retrieved the dropped flashlight next to him and prepared to stand up, the knee of one leg hurt even more. It took him a while to continue walking. Fortunately, the basket was not crushed by him, but most of the food in the lunch box spilled out.

There wasn't much way left to Malanpo, and he didn't plan to go back, otherwise today's tea would be ruined, so he had to pack his lunch box and continue walking.

When dawn arrived in Malanpo, his pants were dirty and wet from the mud and water. It probably stuck to the damaged skin on his knees, as if pepper water had stuck to it. He rolled up his trouser legs and looked down. Sure enough, a large area was injured and bleeding. , the skin and flesh were sticky and stuck together.

But there is no way to treat the wound now, so we can only wait until we return home after picking tea leaves.

Picking tea on a rainy day gives me a headache, there is humidity everywhere, and after half a day, my hands are numb from the water drops on the tea trees, and my ten fingers are all wrinkled.

After picking for a long time, my knees are numb and there is no pain anymore, which is a good thing.

However, there was still something that made Ji Congzhe depressed, and that was the lunch box that he knocked over in the morning. Not only was it cold, but some water seeped into it, and he turned it into fried rice with eggs.

It's hard to describe what Ji Congzhe had for lunch.

Fortunately, I brought an extra basket. Although the other basket didn't hold much, the total I picked today was eleven or twelve kilograms.

When he got home, it was getting dark again. Others said that he would work in the morning and return home in the dark. Now he went out in the dark and returned home in the dark. And Lin Zhen's schedule is even more messy.

So in the morning when he went out, Lin Zhen was making tea, and when he came home in the evening, Lin Zhen was still making tea.

Ji Congzhe hung the wet bamboo hat and raincoat at the door. When he entered the house, he first glanced at the green tea in the dustpan. In a blink of an eye, only the green tea leaves were only as big as a palm.

"Hey, you are frying so fast. Twenty kilograms of tea greens were fried by you in one go. What time did you get up?"

Lin Zhen answered him while frying tea, "Eleven o'clock at noon."

It is now seven o'clock in the evening. , good guy, I dare you to fire for another eight hours.

Ji Congzhe took off his dirty clothes and planned to take a shower. Lin Zhen was making tea in the room, so he could only place a footbath behind him to wash.

Pain-sensing nerves are so painful sometimes. When you are very busy doing one thing, picking tea or rushing, it will be temporarily paralyzed. When he relaxed, it was over. The moment he took off his pants, Ji Congzhe almost grinned in pain. When he looked carefully, he saw that the flesh and fabric were stuck together, so he had to grit his teeth and tear them apart.

He didn't want Lin Zhen to know about the injury. He thought with his toes that after Lin Zhen found out, he would definitely let him rest at home. The economy this year is really in ruins. Lin Zhen can't afford to pick and fry tea by himself and sell tea in the town.