Leng Yuan didn’t agree.
"It’s the busy farming season, so the production team isn’t allowing anyone to take time off. But I have a way to stop Xu Wenwan from absorbing other people’s luck."
Gu Jiaojiao stared at him with a curious expression. "What is it?"
Leng Yuan didn’t say.
Instead, he pinched his little wife’s cheek.
"Jiaojiao, if you don’t go to sleep soon, then we might as well not sleep at all. We could..."
"Oh, I’m so sleepy! I’m dead tired. It’s all the Main God’s fault for disturbing my sweet dreams."
The next day, after Gu Jiaojiao and Leng Yuan finished breakfast, they went to work.
She was once again assigned to work next to Leng Qingtian.
On her other side was Chen JianShe.
The busy season had been going on for a few days, and the conditions of the three men were worlds apart.
Leng Yuan was in the best shape, seeming to have an endless supply of energy every day. Chen JianShe was also doing well. After work, he would follow Leng Yuan up into the mountains.
Leng Yuan had set traps there, and with any luck, they would catch a wild pheasant or two. Even if the traps were empty, the two of them never returned empty-handed.
Eating meat kept their strength up.
The one in the worst condition was Leng Qingtian. He had dark circles under his eyes, and in just a few short days, he had lost a noticeable amount of weight.
The Leng Family’s meals weren’t considered bad in the village, but ever since Sun Yeshu failed in her attempt to report Gu Jiaojiao to the production team leader, she had become dead set on competing with her.
Gu Jiaojiao leisurely did no work, so Sun Yeshu refused to work as well.
But the fieldwork was assigned, and you couldn’t finish for the day until it was done. So, Leng Qingtian had to work late into the night by himself.

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