"No, I'm not looking for him!" Xu Qinghuan had originally wanted to ruffle his hair, but because there were many people looking their way, she just gently tugged a lock of his bangs instead. "Then you're not allowed to pick fights or be vicious with anyone in the future either."
"Okay!" he answered happily, the smile in his eyes practically overflowing.
Walking over to the brick-built, tile-roofed house next door, Jiang Xingye placed the tomatoes on the well platform. Seeing that half the plot in the front yard had already been turned over, he picked up a hoe and prepared to help Xu Qinghuan till the soil, but she stopped him.
"Chen Dewen and the others are going to do the tilling, you don't need to bother."
"Are those three male educated youth messing around in a mess-hall partnership with you guys?" Jiang Xingye asked.
Xu Qinghuan gave a soft hum of assent, and seeing that his expression remained unchanged, she asked, "Are you unhappy about it?"
Jiang Xingye said earnestly, "If I'm unhappy, would you stop sharing a mess hall with them?"
Xu Qinghuan thought for a moment, then shook her head. "I'll consider your opinion, but I won't necessarily accept it. With two plots of land this big, the three of us rely on ourselves and we can't possibly farm it all."
Jiang Xingye was already quite satisfied. "I'm not unhappy. Whatever decision you make, you don't need to worry about what I think—just do whatever you want to do!"
Worrying about each other was naturally necessary; Xu Qi…
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