After half an hour of busy work, the second aunt stood with her arms akimbo, waiting for Chen An'an to deliver the rice in bundles. She began to mutter, "How about you go harvest the rice too!"

Chen Ping'an, who was running back and forth with rice in his arms, found that his attribute panel was always motionless and the numbers did not jump. He didn't really want to continue doing it like this.

Although he was not unwilling to help his second uncle and the others, if there was a way to improve his attributes while helping, he would still be happy to do it.

At this moment, the second aunt's words made Chen Anping make up his mind.

He also wants to learn from his second uncle to cut rice!

The second uncle's slender waist slowly stopped, and he turned to look at Chen Anping behind him, "Anping, you haven't cut rice before, right?"

"Um."

"Then don't cut the rice. Cutting the rice is very hard!"

The second uncle's intention was also very clear, that is, Chen An'an, a pseudo-rural boy with delicate skin and tender flesh, would not be allowed to cut the rice.

When the second aunt saw this, she muttered: "We are all from the countryside, so we should learn to work. Your brother will be able to cut rice when he is five years old."

"Zhao Di..." The second uncle suddenly showed hesitation. He looked at his wife and said, "The child An'an has grown so big. He has never done farm work, let alone harvested rice. His body will definitely not be able to bear it."

The second aunt raised her black and narrow eyebrows and looked at the second uncle with a complaining look. The expression on her face seemed to say:

You don’t even know how to take advantage of such a good labor force!

She looked at her second uncle and said, "It's busy farming now. We farmers have to depend on the weather for food. There are still several acres of land that haven't been harvested. What if it rains suddenly?"

Chen An'an scanned the farmland full of rice poles, trying to find extra sickles so he could harvest the rice.

"Safe, hold on!"

At this moment, the second aunt took out a sickle from her side and placed it in front of her.

Chen An'an took the sickle and walked towards the second uncle.

When the second uncle saw that Chen An'an was willing to cut the rice, he naturally would not refuse. He slowly bent his long waist and turned his back to Chen An'an, "An'an, watch carefully. To cut the rice, you have to hold the bottom of the rice."

, be careful of the sickle cutting your hand."

He was talking and demonstrating at the same time.

His movements were smooth and smooth, like an expert who has practiced Tai Chi all year round, and there was no delay in his movements when cutting the rice.

Chen An'an looked at the sickle in his hand. It had a long and narrow blade, a sharp blade that glowed white in the sun, and a handle that was as thick as two thumbs.

This kind of sickle is different from the usual ones used to cut firewood in the mountains.

The former is light and sharp.

The latter is bulky, with a wide blade and heavy weight, just like a machete. It can easily cut off a tree trunk as thick as your wrist with one stroke.

Chen Anping followed the example of a gourd and a ladle, then he bent down, stretched out his left hand, and imitated his second uncle in grabbing the bottom of the rice. Then he held a sickle in his right hand and cut it against the surface of the soil.

Ga!

Although the sickle is sharp, a bundle of rice has several pockets growing together. Each rice strand is as thick as a chopstick, so the resistance can be imagined.

As the saying goes, one chopstick is easy to break, but ten chopsticks are bunched together.

Chen Ping'an cut off most of the rice with one stroke of his knife.

But the energy he had accumulated in advance had been exhausted, and his body suddenly stopped due to his movements, and his entire center of gravity began to fall backwards.

Chen An'an's left hand was always holding the rice, and because the body of the right hand was leaning backward, the sickle's blade turned in the direction of Chen An'an.

In this way, while leaning back with the sickle in Chen An'an's right hand, he cut off the remaining uncut rice and slashed it towards Chen An'an's neck.

Chen Ping'an couldn't help but grab the sickle and cut it towards his neck.

And because his body was out of balance, he had no time to adjust the direction and position of the sickle.

Chen Anping was completely confused and frightened by this scene.

Just when the sickle in his hand was only ten centimeters away from his Adam's apple, a calloused arm flew over and grabbed his right wrist.

"ah!"

Chen Anping sat down on the cut rice rhizome. It felt very uncomfortable!

He didn't have time to care about the feeling under his butt, but looked at his second uncle in surprise.

"Safety. When cutting rice, lean forward and hold the sickle in the direction of your toes."

Chen Ping'an, who was already frightened to the point of despair, nodded repeatedly, "Oh."

After the second uncle finished speaking, he let go of his hand, then turned around and continued to cut the rice.

After listening to his second uncle's instructions, Chen An'an stood up with his hands on the dry soil and continued to cut rice.

"I am indeed a fake farmer!"

After laughing at himself, Chen An'an glanced at his second uncle's action of cutting the rice.

This time, for the sake of stability, he began to cut the rice slowly.

Half an hour later.

The area where the second uncle was standing had already advanced by more than one meter.

The area where Chen Ping'an was located had only advanced about half a meter.

The second aunt stood in front of the threshing machine, watching Chen An'an cut the rice steadily.

Slow is a bit slow, but it is still a labor force.

As time goes by, Chen An'an has been immersed in the joy of harvesting rice.

The reason why he is very happy is that he has gained attribute points!

After cutting rice continuously for two hours, Chen An'an's strength, agility, and physical fitness were all improved, and he also gained an additional 0.02 unused attribute points!

Now, his properties panel looks like this:

Name: Chen Anping

Age: 24 years old

Strength:1.22

Agility:1.02

Spirit:1

Constitution:0.9

Unused attribute points: 0.02

Skill [Tai Chi lv0 (15/100)]

Three attributes were improved by 0.02 respectively. It took about two hours in total, and I obtained three attributes of 0.01 in about an hour.

This kind of upgrade speed is already unbeatable!

"You two continue to harvest the rice, and I'll go back and cook the food first!"

At this moment, the buzzing sound of the threshing machine gradually subsided and was replaced by the second aunt's voice.

The second uncle stopped what he was doing and looked at his second aunt, "Zhao Di, remember to put more meat in the cooking. Thank you for your hard work today, safe and sound!"

These days, hiring a rice cutter costs about 150 yuan a day, it’s all money!

The second aunt rolled her eyes, "We've finished all the meat at home, why didn't you drive a tricycle to Maplewood Village to buy it this morning?"

It turns out that the reason why the mushy noodles this morning were meatless was because there was no meat at home.

Chen Anping once thought that they didn't want to cut some slices of pork for Chen Anping's noodles.

"Second Aunt, I went to Maplewood Village this morning and bought half a catty of pork and put it in my old house."
Chapter completed!