The Blessed
/ The Blessed Chapter 228
Published at 8th of March 2022 08:49:35 PM
Two days ago, maybe unable to take the pressure from the villagers, or maybe it was Ling Chenghu's personal reason, Lady Jiang who got blisters all over her body got repudiated, she was thrown out of the old Ling family together with her daughter Ling Xiaoying. And the villagers only felt secure after driving them out of the village. Crisis resolved, and the Ling village gradually resumed its vitality. So, such a big action of racing against time for the late rice transplanting of Ling Jingxuan's family naturally attracted a lot of onlookers, most of whom gossiped pointing at them and ridiculed them for overestimating themselves. But, those workers and the whole Ling Chenglong's family who were burying themselves in the fields just ignored them.
Within two hours or so, with the sun braving high, nearly forty people had finished over ten mu, watching those nearly lined seedlings, everyone felt indescribably contented, worked even harder, by contrast, on the little buns' side, it was like a total 'disaster', at first they thought it was quite simple, isn't it just inserting the seedlings into the mud? But when they were actually doing it, they kept having all kinds of situations.
“Come on! It's falling down. Daddy, daddy, come take a look. Why our seedlings keep falling down?”
“Daddy, crooked again? It's really hard…”
“I don't believe I can't insert you in…”
“Uncle Ling, why does it float up not long after I inserted it?”
“Ah… daddy…come take a look…”
“Jingxuan, your teaching method is wrong, my seedlings are drowned…”
Among the eighty mu of land, the crying sound of those little buns who were in the outmost row of land was heard now and then, and Ling Jingxuan was like a top spinning around them, while his own part was still empty. The worse thing is the almighty Yan Shengrui was even clumsier than the little buns. He couldn't do it but put the blame on Ling Jingxuan. He really wished to jump up and give him a slap. Come on! You use so much strength like when you practice martial arts on this! How could you do insert it well???
“Let me see. Come on, you should holding the seedling like this. Look at me. Be quick. Just insert it into the mud like this.”
Coming to the small bun and Zhou Changsheng's side, Ling Jingxuan bent over to teach them in hold-handing way, and the two kids listened very carefully. But…
“Oh, darn, why did it fall again?”
When it was their turn, the seedlings they had just inserted fell down as soon as they withdrew their hands. The small bun puffed his cheeks angrily. Ling Jingxuan shook his head helplessly, picked up the fallen seedlings, held his hand and inserted them into the mud again, “Your strength is not enough, so the root didn't go in. Come on. Try it again.”
“Oh!”
Reluctantly separating another pinch of seedlings, the small bun nagged, “Hey you, don't fall down again, do you hear me?”
It'd better understand! Seeing that, Ling Jingxuan helplessly made a sigh, simply standing aside to watch him. After chanting some spell-like thing, the small bun directly pressed the seedlings into the mud like how Ling Jingxuan taught him. Like he was afraid the seedlings might fall down again, the small bun held his breath and withdrew his hand little by little.
“Wow, it didn't fall this time! Daddy, look! It didn't fall! I've learnt it! Haha…Daddy, I know how to do it…”
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This time, the seedlings showed him some face and didn't fall down again. The small bun was so excited that he jumped and screamed in the field. Ling Jingxuan secretly exhaled a long breath, saying with a smile, “Xiaowu, good job. That's my boy. But remember the strength you used just now and the feeling. And, don't make it crooked. You know, we will save the rice grown out of this row for ourselves.”When the kid needed praise, Ling Jingxuan was never stingy of those good words, and still didn't forget to throw bigger temptation.
“OK, daddy, just wait to eat the rice I grow out, definitely more delicious than that we buy outside. Changsheng, come on. My daddy likes eating rice most. I will grow a lot of rice for daddy to eat.”
Looking at his proud appearance, Ling Jingxuan felt so amused, but he didn't dare say any word to blow his passion. Seeing that he successively planted some more, and even taught Zhou Changsheng who was even one year older than him, Ling Jingxuan shook his head and turned to walk away. He'd only feel gratified as long as the rice his small son grew out was enough for himself.
“Uncle Ling, is mine also too light?”
As Chu Yan who got lagged behind heard their conversation, he decisively collected all those seedlings floating on the surface of the water, and stopped Ling Jingxuan when he was passing by.
“Hmm, don't be afraid to crush them. It doesn't matter if you use a little too much strength. Just feel for the right amount of strength and everything will be smooth then.”
Looking at those wet seedlings in his hand, Ling Jingxuan took the initiative to grab his hand and taught him to plant some hand in hand. Embarrassed, Chu Yan blushed, he shook his hand loose and said, “I know, uncle Ling, you can go teach Xiaowen and others.”
After all, he was a big boy, who grew up in that kind of environment. Chu Yan was so precocious that he already knew to feel shy of being too intimate.
“Hehe…All right, then you learn it by yourself. Later I will come teach you again.”
Noticing his embarrassment, Ling Jingxuan smiled faintly and then handed the seedlings left in his hand back to him. As he turned around, he saw that Tiewa who was still shouting now was learning it patiently under Long Dashan's guidance. And Ling Wen, like he was wrestling with those seedlings, kept inserting them again and again. Even if they fell, he just left them there. Gradually, fewer and fewer seedlings fell, and he was doing it faster and faster, apparently he had explored his own way.
The last remaining old bun Yan Shengrui now was staring at him expectantly holding the seedlings. The moment their eyes collided, Ling Jingxuan felt like having a headache, he even didn't have the heart to look at those seedlings that got ravaged.
Chapter end
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