Picking Up a General is Good For Farming

Hu Dabao started yelling again.

If it was someone else, Mrs. Mu didn't have the patience, but for her baby, she continued to coax her patiently.

"Xue'er, what are we going to do?" Zhao Qishan asked curiously.

Han Yingxue parked the carriage in the yard of her own house, and ran straight towards Mu's house.

"Treat the body in the same way!"

"Xue'er, slow down, your feet are not fully healed yet!" Zhao Qishan said with concern.

"It's okay, it's almost done!"

Now Han Yingxue was simmering with anger in her heart, so she couldn't even think about the injury on her foot.

It's okay to walk without pain.

"Zhao Qishan, just wait and hide aside, I can work alone!" Han Yingxue urged.

"Why?"

"You can't do this, I'm the only one who can do it!"

"Okay, so where am I hiding?"

"On the tree!"

Han Yingxue jumped forward, carried Zhao Qishan to the tree, found a branch with lush branches, and covered Zhao Qishan.

Then he jumped again and jumped down.

Although he knew that Xue'er knew kung fu, but seeing how good Han Yingxue's lightness kung fu was, Zhao Qishan couldn't help being startled.

Why Xue'er knows how to kung fu, he still hasn't figured it out yet. It stands to reason that a little girl has such kung fu, which is really staggering.

But Xueer didn't tell them either.

If she didn't tell, even if he was curious, he wouldn't ask her.

Han Yingxue went to the Mu family's hut, and there was only a little bit of feces left in it. There is also no sign of dried manure on the top of the barrel.

The foundation and feces of her house were indeed made by Mrs. Mu.

Looking at the remaining feces, although it is a little less, it is enough for two buckets.

Han Yingxue scooped up all the feces, carried the wooden bucket to the kitchen of Mu's family, and tiptoedly poured the feces into a stove of Mu's family.

Han Yingxue felt a little sick to her stomach when she smelled the stench. But such a disgusting thing has to make Mrs. Mu feel sick.

Looking back, her family's food can't be cooked!

Han Yingxue jumped onto Mu's house with the barrel again, and dumped the excrement on the roof.

When everything was finished, Han Yingxue tapped her toes and jumped from the roof to Zhao Qishan's branch.

"Xue'er, you are really bad!" Zhao Qishan smiled dotingly.

Xue'er really doesn't suffer at all.

However, he still likes Xueer's temperament very much.

"Do I stink?" Han Yingxue asked with a frown.

"It stinks!"

"Hey, then I have to go back and take a shower!"

"It's okay, I don't dislike it!"

Zhao Qishan embraced Han Yingxue's waist, resting his chin on her head.

"It's actually very fragrant!" Zhao Qishan smelled Han Yingxue's beautiful hair.

"Stinky bull!" Han Yingxue swung his fist and landed on Zhao Qishan's body.

"Sher~"

"Hmph, you have eaten a lot of my girl's tofu these days, and you are becoming more and more daring!" Han Yingxue pretended to be alive and dead.

"Xue'er, I have eaten tofu, I am willing to take responsibility..."

"Who put you in charge!" Han Yingxue glared at Zhao Qishan angrily.

This guy is getting more and more shameless!

"Xue'er, I'm serious. I want to be responsible to you for the rest of my life..." Zhao Qishan said seriously.

If possible, he is willing to marry Xueer as his wife, and he will only treat her well for the rest of his life.

"..." Facing such a serious Zhao Qishan, Han Yingxue didn't know how to respond.