The Blessed
/ The Blessed Chapter 229
Published at 8th of March 2022 08:49:34 PM
“Jingxuan…”
Seeing that he didn't take any action, Yan Shengrui opened his mouth. Rarely, he who claimed that his face was even thicker than the city wall blushed. At first, when he watched others do it, he thought it was quite simple and he didn't even have to learn, but…he bet this should be the most embarrassing moment in his life!
“Do you hold any grudge against those seedlings or what? Do you have to use so much strength?”
Resigned, Ling Jingxuan walked over and angrily took the seedlings from his hand, most of which had nearly gotten broken in his hands.
“I didn't use too much strength, I just hold them gently, and then gently inserted them in, who knows…”
Then he even felt embarrassed to continue. Those his sons planted either fell or floated up, while those he planted were like being drowned. Holy sh*t!
“Are you sure it was gentle?”
Leering on him, Ling Jingxuan threw away the seedlings in the hand, and picked up a few intact ones, Yan Shengrui got shamed into anger and directly walked before him and said shamelessly, “Anyhow, you got teach me like how you taught Xiaowu and others.”
He then grasped him wth his hand full of mud. In case he broke the seedlings again, Ling Jingxuan hurriedly handed them to his other hand, then he threw him a hard stare, “Find. But you still don't know how to it, stop adding trouble for me.”
How is it possible such a smart person even can't learn to transplant rice seedlings? Or their Prince Sheng is born not to be such a material?
“Come on. I'm sure you didn't teach it well.”
Tough-faced, which had always been his forte, he had fully displayed it now, though his handsome face was more or less shy.
Arguing with him, he'd get pissed off to death sooner or later, so Ling Jingxuan even wasted not a single drop of his saliva with him, instead, he directly grabbed his hand, spared him a batch of seedlings, and then held his hand to insert them into the mud like how he taught the small bun, “Done? See? You got control your strength well, but don't use brute force. Just a little bit strength of your fingers holding the seedlings would be enough.”
While speaking, Ling Jingxuan held his hand and planted some more. Watching those seedlings inserted in a straight line, Yan Shengrui had to admit it was not that Jingxuan didn't teach him well, but he himself really had no talent on this.
But it did seem too much to let a sword-wielding man on the battlefield plant seedlings.
“What are you thinking? Try again.”
Seeing he did not respond, Ling Jingxuan turned back and elbowed his waist, then handed the rest of the seedlings to him.
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“Hmm.”No more words, Yan Shengrui who finally came to himself took a few deep breaths holding those seedlings, tried his best to relax himself and then spared a batch of the seedlings and inserted them into the mud. This time was a little better, but still a little too much strength, so over half of the seedlings sunk in the water, hard to survive. And even if they survived, the output wouldn't be high. But his man finally succeeded once. Ling Jingxuan would be nuts if he laughed him now.
“Yes, not bad, a little more softly. You go ahead. I should plant in my own part.”
Today he had specially spared two furrows of the field for them to experience. For better or for worse, he wouldn't ask the workers to replant it, so those two furrows of field was their task. No one could go home before finishing it. So if he didn't try to plant more, today they couldn't finish it after dark,
After dropping the seedlings and holding him, washing off the mud on his hands using the muddy water, Yan Shengrui raised his hand to take off his straw hat and put it on for him, with his fingers sliding down his face painfully.
“I'm not a woman, it's OK that my skin turns a bit darker. Come on. We can go home early if we finish it all early.”
Saying so, Ling Jingxuan still didn't refuse his good intention. After he left, Yan Shengrui bent down to start his job again. One could imagine the huge difference between their outcome and that of those workers. But, as they saw those winding seedlings, including Ling Jingxuan, everyone couldn't help laughing heartily.
“Daddy, I will help to plant rice seedlings in the future. Practice makes perfect. I am sure the more I plant the better.”
The sun was setting down, their eighty mu of land was finally finished. And those workers, Ling Chenglong and others all went to Zhao family's field to help, while Ling Jingxuan, Yan Shengrui and those little buns stood on the ridge in a line to appreciate the whole day's achievement with great satisfaction.
“Hmm, you are young and have never done it before, so it is good enough that you can do it like this. From now on, when we plant rice every year, we will leave one or two rows to plant by ourselves. Although it may be a little hard work, daddy promises you that when you eat the white rice grown by yourselves, you will be absolutely satisfied.”
Down to look at Ling Wen, Ling Jingxuan then looked up to the green rice fields. Something you got easily, you wouldn't cherish it. Only things that took people a lot of pains, people would cherish it like their own eyes.
“Hmm!”
The few little buns looked at each other and then nodded in unison. Some day, they'd do it as well as those workers.
Chapter end
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