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Finally, the swallow stopped, wiped a handful of sweat and said, "It's here. Hey, what are you thinking?"

Fugui stopped and looked around. Although it was early spring, the grass and trees in the south were still green. The flat mountainside not far away were densely covered with tree pits.

He looked at Yanzi in shock: "Is this what you dug? Why are you digging so many tree pits?"

Swallow said a little proudly: "It was Fuqin and I who dug it. After two days of warmth, plant pepper and walnut trees and you can sell it in a few years."

Fugui looked at the tree pits, and he was a little surprised by the perseverance of swallows. These tree pits require them to work for so many days and sweat.

Swallow looked at Fugui's dazed look and said, "What? Don't believe it? Look at the trees in the distance, we planted the two years ago. This year we can pick peppercorns. We are suitable for planting these here."

Fugui looked around and said, "There is no water source here, how did you plant it?"

Yan Zi picked up a handful of squids and handed them to him: "You are carrying them all at the foot of the mountain. Your task is to use this handful of squids to loosen the ground. I am responsible for digging the pit. Tell you, don't be lazy!"

Fugui looked at the swallow, and a feeling of astringency suddenly surged in his heart. He really didn't know how much pain there was on her body, let alone how they dug holes and carried water in pots.

Yanzi lowered her head and worked for a while. When she saw Fugui still not moving, she said angrily: "What are you looking at me? Have you never seen me before? Work quickly."

Fugui stopped talking, and his eyes were filled with tears and digging the pit hard.

Until it was almost noon, Yanzi stopped, handed him a towel, and said with distress: "You are stupid. You don't know how to rest after seeing your sweat?"

Fugui straightened up and took the towel and said, "I'm not tired." Suddenly, she felt that her hands were a little strange, so she held her hands and said, "What's wrong with your hands?"

Swallow shook his hand away and said, "It's nothing, you can rest."

Fugui held Yan Zi's hand tightly, and his heart suddenly tightened. What kind of hands were they?

The hands were wrinkled, the palms were covered with calluses, and there were cracked holes on the rough fingers. If it weren't for seeing them with your own eyes, no one could imagine that the hands were the swallow's - the watery swallow's hands!!

Fugui held those hands in a daze, and had thousands of words in his heart, but he was choked in his throat. Yes, what should he say? Is it self-blame or guilt?

Fugui turned his head and looked at the seedlings all over the mountains and fields, as if silently telling him the hard work and fatigue of the swallows. With tears in his eyes, he could clearly see two delicate girls crawling hard on the steep mountain with buckets on their backs, step by step...

Swallow wiped his face and said, "Why are you crying? You're going to be a soldier." After that, he looked at the thriving tree seedlings and said with relief: "When these trees grow up in two years, they will be able to sell them. Not only can they pay back the money you borrowed from your father to treat the doctor, but they can also build a few brick houses. By then, our lives will be better."
Chapter completed!