Fleeing from famine! A rough hunter has a fox husband

Chapter 443 Suning Millet

In one afternoon, Qin Yan not only threshed all the rice that he had harvested in the morning, but also threshed all the rice that Wang Daniu and his team had harvested in the afternoon.

Wu Liu, Wu Yang and Zhang Hua put the threshed millet into baskets and carried them directly home.

Baskets of golden yellow rice are all placed in the front yard, waiting to be dried when the sun comes out tomorrow.

"Ayan, let me dry the millet tomorrow. I have nothing to do anyway."

Shen Nuo was eating and talking.

Qin Yan picked up some food for him but did not agree immediately.

"Be good, we'll talk about it tomorrow. Let's eat first."

As he said that, he served Shen Nuo a bowl of winter melon soup.

This is a soup for relieving summer heat. The weather is hot now, and Qin Yan doesn't want Shen Nuo to suffer.

It is evening now and the sun has already set, but the ground is still warm from the sun.

Fortunately, there was a mountain breeze, so it didn't feel too hot.

Dinner was eaten in the open space at the kitchen door. Qin Yan originally wanted to eat in the room with Shen Nuo.

However, Shen Nuo complained that the room was too hot and there was no breeze, so he simply went to the kitchen to eat with Grandma Zhang and the others.

It wasn't that there had to be a clear distinction between master and servant, but Grandma Zhang and the others didn't dare to do so, so in the end they just split the table into two.

Song Siyan was too tired to talk and kept his head down to eat. Shen Nuo smiled and talked to him:

"How is it? Are you tired, Si Yan?"

It was Song Siyan’s first time doing farm work, and his hands, which were holding the sickle, had several blisters on them, which were now burning with pain.

But he never wanted to trouble others, so he never said anything.

It wasn't until Shen Nuo saw him using chopsticks that he realized something was wrong with his hand.

Only then did he open his hands and see that there were several blisters on his small palms, obviously caused by the use of the sickle.

He was a little unhappy, so he picked up Qin Yan's hand and looked at it.

Qin Yan's big hands had calluses but no blisters, so he felt relieved.

"What's wrong?" Qin Yan was confused when he saw him looking at his hand.

"It's okay. Si Yan, can you accompany me to dry the millet tomorrow? Drying the millet is also work."

Shen Nuo didn't want Song Siyan to go to work. He was still a child, and it wasn't like he had no food to eat. Why did he need a child like him to go?

Qin Yan did not object and nodded:

"Okay, I'll listen to Nuonuo."

He knew that Shen Nuo was heartbroken. In fact, Qin Yan had no plan to let Song Siyan go to the fields tomorrow.

He just wanted the children to know that farming is not easy and food is not easy to come by, but he didn't expect Song Siyan to be so serious.

Other children basically went to the fields to cut some rice and then started playing by themselves.

Some went to catch grasshoppers, while others simply lay down on the stalks and fell asleep.

Adults are always tolerant of children, and as long as they don't make trouble, they are helping them.

As for Song Siyan, he has been working diligently all the time and doesn't even slack off.

Or maybe it’s not that he doesn’t know how to be lazy, but that he doesn’t want to. He just wants to work more.

"Uncle, I, I can still go harvest rice tomorrow."

Song Siyan didn't want to feel useless. He was a young man and should go to the fields to work.

"You are still young. Why don't you go when you grow up? Besides, there will be no one to help me dry the grain tomorrow. What should I do?"

Shen Nuo showed a sad expression, as if he really needed Song Siyan's help.

Song Siyan immediately said:

"Then I'll help Uncle Nuonuo to dry the millet tomorrow."

Qin Yan picked up some food for them:

"Okay, you don't feel sorry for me, ah."

"Well, then I'll help Uncle Yan in the morning and Uncle Nuonuo in the afternoon."

Because the sun is stronger in the afternoon, if he helps Uncle Nono in the afternoon, Uncle Nono won't have to be exposed to the sun for so long.

"Pfft, hahahaha...good boy."

Qin Yan saw through his thoughts clearly. This boy just liked Nuo Nuo more.

But that’s okay, he doesn’t object to having one more person being nice to Nuonuo.

"Okay, we don't need your help in the fields. You're already very good at it. When your uncle was your age, he was still playing with a slingshot."

What he didn't say was that he was already able to shoot pheasants with a slingshot at that time, and his family didn't do much farming, so naturally he didn't need to work in the fields.

After dinner, Song Siyan came out of the shower and saw Qin Yan waiting for him.

"Uncle, what's wrong?"

"come over."

Qin Yan took out the small medicine box at home and asked him to sit on the stool.

"Your uncle Nono asked me to bandage your hand."

Song Siyan shook his head subconsciously:

"It's okay, it will be fine in a few days."

"Put your hand out."

Qin Yan didn't waste time talking to him. In fact, he was not a heartless person. Even if Shen Nuo didn't let him come, he would still bandage Song Siyan's wound.

"If you feel uncomfortable in the future, please tell me. Do you think I can't be your second father?"

This sounded like a joke, but Song Siyan had already regarded them as his fathers in his heart.

No matter whether it is Song Zhen, Qin Yan or Shen Nuo, aren’t they all his father and mother?

He always felt that he was very lucky because his biological father died and he had been protecting him before his death. He remembered it all.

And he also remembered that Song Zhen saved him, and that Qin Yan and Shen Nuo were kind to him...

His vision gradually blurred, and Qin Yan wiped his tears with a handkerchief.

"Does it hurt? Children are children, they cry at the slightest provocation."

"I'm not a child, I know everything, thank you Uncle Yan."

Song Siyan stretched out his hand, and the blisters on his hands were almost broken.

This child is really patient. If it were any other child, he would have cried a long time ago.

"I'll help you prick the blister first, don't cry."

Song Siyan nodded.

"Don't cry."

Qin Yan moved quickly. After picking it out, he washed it with spiritual spring water.

The spiritual spring water was icy cool and Song Siyan didn’t feel any pain. Instead, he felt very comfortable.

After rinsing it, Qin Yan applied medicine on it and wrapped it with gauze.

"It will be fine tomorrow. Please help me take care of your Uncle Nuonuo tomorrow. Don't let him go out in the sun."

Qin Yan discussed it with him, he just didn't want Shen Nuo to work.

Song Siyan understood what he meant and nodded immediately:

"Okay, I'll take good care of Uncle Nuonuo and my brother."

Qin Yan touched his head:

"Be good, when the busy farming season is over, uncle will reward you with something good, or you can tell uncle what you want."

Song Siyan nodded again and smiled this time:

"Uncle, don't regret it."

After returning to the room, Qin Yan went to the bathroom to give Shen Nuo a bath.

After taking a shower for an hour, Shen Nuo was almost asleep when he came out.

"What should we do? Will Nuonuo still have the energy to dry the grain tomorrow?"

Qin Yan spoke into Shen Nuo's ear with a smile, and Shen Nuo glared at him.

"Why do I have no strength? Who is to blame? You are going too far."

"Nono was too much. Nono knew that I would be sad."

Qin Yan let him lean on his chest and carefully wiped his hair with a towel.

"It's not tiring to dry the grain. I don't go out, so why are you worried?"