"Boss, can you do it?" asked Chen.

Zhou Qing scratched his head and thought about it and said: "Yes, it is possible, but this plow cannot be used. We don't have one at home."

"It's okay to use wood, but it's not as good as iron!" Xi Yao reminded.

Being made of iron means that it costs silver.

Just when the Zhou family was in trouble, Zhou Rong said, "Brother, you make it out of wood first, and we'll try it. If it works, we'll make it out of iron."

Xi Yao glanced at Zhou Rong, who was thinking rapidly, but when he met his eyes on her, he immediately looked away uncomfortably.

This guilty and arrogant look made Zhou Rong flash a smile in his eyes, thinking about what he was arguing with a little girl, and he didn't know where his usual calmness had gone.

It was related to the Zhou family's survival plan for the second half of the year. No, after the meal was finished, Chen and Zhou Yougen urged Zhou Qing to start working.

Fortunately, we have wood at home, so we don’t have to go to the mountains to cut it, and it won’t be exposed to the sun.

Xi Yao was afraid that Zhou Qing might not understand, so he stayed in the yard and waited. As for the drawings drawn on the table, they had been hidden by Zhou Rong in his sleeves and no one noticed.

It was dark, Zhou Qing was still knocking, and Xi Yao was pointing and pointing...

"Fourth brother," Mrs. Chen saw that they were struggling to see, so she hurriedly said to Zhou Rong, who was standing aside and was fine: "Take out the oil lamp in your study."

Zhou Rong is the only one in the Zhou family who can enjoy the exclusive privilege of oil lamp after dark. As a result, now, he gritted his teeth, let out a light "tsk", and then turned around and went to the study.

"Ah, press here," the sudden light made Xi Yao find the key point and reminded him hurriedly.

After pressing the thing on, she realized something was wrong, so she turned around and found that Zhou Rong, who was holding the lampstand, was looking at her coldly, as if he was on guard against something. Xi Yao flattened his mouth, not wanting to talk to the dog.

Men care.

"Okay," Zhou Qing breathed a sigh of relief, then raised his head and said, "Auntie, I'll get up early tomorrow, I think I can get it done."

"Okay, we're all dismissed. Let's go back to the house and have a rest." Ms. Chen waved her hand and drove away a group of onlookers.

Originally she was going back to the house, but as she walked to the door, she thought of something, suddenly turned around and came back, picked up the unfinished plow and put it in her house.

Zhou Yougen really lay down on the bed. When he saw her bringing things in, he was surprised and said, "What are you doing?"

"What if something so important is stolen?"

After smacking his lips, Zhou Yougen said nothing.

Just be careful and you'll be fine.

Zhou Rong turned on the oil lamp and went into his room, Xi Yao followed behind him...

"Ah!" She was thinking about things in her mind. She didn't see the person in front of her suddenly stop, so she bumped into him. Then she took a breath of pain and shed tears uncontrollably.

Turning around and looking at the crying man, Zhou Rong was stunned for a moment and then said: "You bumped into it yourself!"

"Hiss" he stretched out his hand to rub his nose but accidentally touched the wound, and his tears became even more uncontrollable.

Seeing that she was crying so hard, Zhou Rong hesitated for a moment. Just as he was about to reach out, he saw the little girl crying in front of him. He wiped away the tears with one hand and went straight into the house without even looking at her.

She has now developed a habit of bathing herself before they come back, so that she does not have to meet Zhou Rong awkwardly.

Sitting on the bedside, she took off her coat, got directly under the quilt, then turned her back to others, not wanting to say a word to Zhou Rong.
Chapter completed!