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After mowing the grass for a long time, the guests of the program group did not mow much for a while and rested for a while.

Nan Yuanqi's face became more and more cloudy, as if it could drip out ink, his brows were tightly knitted by the bad breath lingering around him.

Sensing this aura, Xin Bai, who was standing beside him, tried his best to reduce his sense of existence, for fear that he might annoy the angry lion if he didn't pay attention.

Nan Yuanqi roared irritably, "Will you mow the grass?"

He strode to Tang Shuan's side, grabbed the sickle from her hand, held it in his hand, and bent down to demonstrate mowing the grass.

One hand held the weeds tightly, and the other hand held the sickle to cut with a little force, and the sharp sickle cut the grass one by one.

He continued to mow a small piece of grass, and dropped the sickle on the grass with a crisp sound.

"Can you see clearly? Will the grass be mowed now? Don't be lazy, give me eight points if you are very strong, don't think about cheating and slipping all day."

His low roar was filled with majestic anger, and his angular face was solemn.

Tang Shuan picked up the sickle, "Got it, thank the director for his special demonstration."

She bent down and mowed the grass just as he had just done, moving quickly and without any fuss.

Nan Yuanqi's dark complexion eased a bit, and his brows furrowed fiercely when the line of sight fell on Qu Liushang and Gu Jiu.

The speed of these two mowing the grass can't keep up with Yan Zhixu, even if they are not as fast as Tang Shuan, what does it look like slowly?

He snapped, "Come on, you haven't eaten enough?!"

The roar was like thunder, knowing that the director was really angry and other people dared not be lazy any more, and mowed the grass carefully.

Qin Chu's hands were injured, and his mowing action was a few beats slower than others. It seemed that he was anxious and worried that it would drag everyone down.

He mowed the grass faster, and the palm of his hand was strangled faintly with blood.

Seeing his action, Yan Zhixu said, "It's more troublesome for everyone to pile up the grass on the ground. You don't need to mow it. Pick up the grass and pile it up in one place, and then pick up the chestnut thorn **** on the ground and put them in the back basket."

Qin Chu stopped mowing the grass, and his face with no makeup showed embarrassment.

He clenched the scythe in his hand, "I'd better mow the grass, I'll try to move faster."

The move was obviously taking care of him, but he was worried that others would have an opinion on it and reject her.

Yan Zhixu didn't care what he said, and looked at Nan Yuanqi, "Director, I cut the part of Qin Chu, let him gather grass and pick up chestnuts."

If you work like this for another day, you don't want these hands anymore, and you will inevitably leave scars in the future.

Nan Yuanqi looked at Qin Chu's injured palm with an unpredictable expression on his face.

"Well, no problem, do as you said, Qin Chu, go and pick up the grass that everyone mowed and pile it aside, and then pick up the chestnuts."

The director spoke, and Yan Zhixu also helped to cut the grass under Qin Chu's name, so they didn't suffer, so no one stood up to oppose it.

"..."

Complexity surged in Qin Chu's heart, and when he looked at Yan Zhixu, pure gratitude appeared in his eyes.

His voice was clean and flawless, "Zhi Xu, thank you."

Yan Zhixu raised his eyebrows, "Since you're injured, you must be responsible for your wound, otherwise the doctor will tell you when you go to the doctor for a few days when the wound doesn't scab over."

And if the wound is infected and rotten, Dean Fu will be more troublesome to deal with.

Yan Zhixu bent over and continued to mow the grass.

Her physical strength is good, even if she cuts two people's shares with ease, her face is not red and she is not out of breath.