Chapter 66 Three Free Laborers

"What's exciting?" Scar asked again.

"There are state laws and regulations. If I beat the three of you today and I win, you will have to give me three days of free labor."

"What if you lose?"

"It's up to you to do whatever you want. I'll kill or chop him, but I won't fight back." Zhou Chunhe said with a smile.

Scar looked at Zhou Chunhe, and then at the two brothers beside him. He was strong and strong. Although the two brothers were malnourished for a long time, three against one would still be fine, right?

It can be said that the sense of accomplishment of collecting protection money for a long time made him make a wrong judgment on his own strength. He nodded heavily and said, "I will do as you say. If you lose, you have to kneel down in the morning market."

Kowtow to me three times."

Zhou Chunhe looked at him sideways, "It's a deal."

Scar pulled the two younger brothers over and whispered.

Zhou Chunhe also moved his wrists and ankles. He hadn't moved his hands for a long time and he was almost exhausted.

"bring it on!"

"Ah..." Three people ran towards him.

ten minutes later……

Zhou Chunhe walked towards the three people lying on the ground, kicked up a wooden stick and walked forward.

"Don't, don't, let's give in!" Scar was scared.

"Do you still remember our bet?" Zhou Chunhe put the stick on his hand to cushion it.

"Three days of coolie work, you tell me what you want us to do, but we have agreed that it can't be something illegal." Scar said, holding his head.

"Ha, these words come out of your mouth with a different taste." Zhou Chunhe smiled, stretched out the stick towards Scar, "Get up and follow me."

"Can I ask, what do you want us to do?"

"Cut the rice."

"Cut the rice?" the three people exclaimed.

"Well, let's cut the rice." Zhou Chunhe felt happy.

His little rice, with these three people, is guaranteed to be the first to be completed in Wangjiaba Village.

After a fight, I got three free labors. It’s not a bad deal!

"There are two things you should listen to. First, I won't provide food for you, so you have to prepare your own dry food. Second, if others ask, you can just say that you are my friend and volunteer to help."

"Boss, my mother also asked me to go home and cut rice," the younger brother cried.

"Shut up, don't embarrass me." Scar lectured.

Seeing that people were quiet, Zhou Chunhe continued, "Do you have any money?"

"A little bit, not much."

"That's enough, go buy some steamed buns and sesame cakes. This is your lunch." Zhou Chunhe pointed to a breakfast shop in front.

It was already tiring for his wife to cook for three people, and he didn't want her to be even more tired.

Zhou Chunhe left his bicycle at the repair shop for repairs and made an appointment to pick it up the next day.

Just like that, four people and two bicycles rode towards Wangjiaba Village.

Zhou Chunhe took the people directly to his family's rice fields. Without a word of greetings, he went straight to work.

The three of them worked very hard, as if to prove that although they couldn't beat him in a fight, they still upheld the moral principles of the world.

However, the two younger brothers would occasionally be in a trance. They were obviously eating noodle soup on the roadside, but why did they end up in the rice fields, holding sickles in their hands to cut the rice?

It can only be said that life is unpredictable, the big intestine wraps up the small intestine.

Mrs. Zhou was cutting rice at the other end, and the next second the rice fell down in front of her. She was startled, and she muttered something, asking the Bodhisattva to bless her.

At first glance, she saw her son standing in front of her, making a fool of herself at her.

"When did you come down here? You're so scary." Mrs. Zhou patted her chest.

"Mom, if you are tired, take a rest." Zhou Chunhe said.

"Hmph, that's easy to say. I'm going to rest, and you want your wife to come?" Mrs. Zhou said jealously.

"That's impossible." Zhou Chunhe smiled, "I called someone to help."

"My darling, why did this rice crop fall down on its own? Do you still have friends?" Mrs. Zhou asked in surprise.

"Who doesn't have a friend anymore? Friends, don't you think so?" Zhou Chunhe shouted to the three people not far away.

"Yes, we are friends of Zhou Chunhe, and we are here to cut rice for him." After saying that, the three of them started working hard again.

Mrs. Zhou pulled her son aside and asked, "Is he really your friend?"

"Truer than gold."

"God, I finally enjoy the blessing of my son." Mrs. Zhou put the sickle into Zhou Chunhe's hand, "I will go back to cook, and I will greet your friends well."

"No, they brought their own dry food." Zhou Chunhe said.

"What kind of fairy and bodhisattva friend is this?" Mrs. Zhou's eyes were opened.

"My friends are always reasonable. If you want to go back and help Jiang Lu cook, you can do it. You don't have to do it for them."

"Okay, mother knows." Mrs. Zhou took the meat and vegetables bought by Zhou Chunhe and slipped back.

"Friends, work harder." Zhou Chunhe shouted.

Others only saw Zhou Chunhe mowing one field in half a day. Just as they were wondering, they saw four men working in the field. For a moment, they were all envious, jealous, and jealous.

Zhou Chunhe gave the three of them a few words of advice and then went home to carry the threshing machine.

He wasn't afraid of them running away because he had a gut feeling that they wouldn't.

Besides, even if he makes a mistake, he has nothing to lose.

On the way back, he went to the second master's field and told him not to worry, and he would come and help him when he was done there.

"Don't come, I can't listen to your mother's nagging," the second master said.

"Aren't your ears hard to use? Just think she farted after eating too many sweet potatoes."

"How can this kid talk about his own mother like that?"

"Old man, just take it easy, I'll give you the threshing machine when I'm done using it."

"I know." After the second master finished speaking, he bent down to cut the rice again.

Jiang Luzheng tried to light a fire for the ninth time, but unexpectedly he got up and put it out again. There was a pile of corpses of matches at his feet, and he ran out of straw, and he was full of frustration.

"Lu'er, let me tell you, Chunhe called a friend..." Mrs. Zhou couldn't help but said before she entered the kitchen, but saw her daughter-in-law sitting there with a frustrated look on her face, "This is a fight with myself."

You fought and lost?"

"Mom, what did you just say?" Jiang Lu asked, continuing to light the fire.

"Stop lighting it, I'll do it." Mrs. Zhou snatched the matchbox from Jiang Lu's hand, and there were only a few matches left.

Finally got it.

"Look, how difficult is it? How could your mother raise you like this?" Mrs. Zhou said dissatisfied. If it was an object, she would return it.

"How can my mother be as diligent and thrifty as you in running a household?" Jiang Lu gave a rainbow fart.

"It's not that I'm very virtuous." Mrs. Zhou tweaked, "Forget it, hurry up and cook. Chunhe is back."

"Why did you just say he brought his friends?" Jiang Lu exhaled from the bottom of his heart and observed three seconds of silence for the matchstick on the ground.

"I'm cutting rice for us. I even brought dry food myself, saying I don't have to worry about the food."

"Is this good? Do you know him?"

"I don't know him. I'm surprised that he has friends. But who cares, I think they are good at harvesting rice and don't care about food. But we should still take care of the tea, otherwise people will say that we don't understand etiquette.

"Mr. Zhou is really virtuous," she said.

Jiang Lu suppressed a smile, this old lady got an advantage and behaved well.

But how could she not know about such a good friend?

Comrade Gouwa has profoundly implemented the famous saying of relying on friends when going abroad!
Chapter completed!