Chapter 1084 The Tortured Young Master Shen

Shen Yan looked around. There were only two of them in the vast rice fields. They definitely couldn't beat Wen Qiao. He was just a soft persimmon here who could be manipulated by others. He had no choice but to be obedient.

"Five acres is too many."

Wen Qiao got off the rice field: "We haven't even started yet. Why do you think you can't do it? Come down here."

Wen Qiao carefully taught Shen Yan which weeds were and how to uproot them.

Shen Yan was confused.

"Check it carefully for me. If you dare to pull out the wrong one, it will not only be five acres, but ten acres."

Shen Yan almost jumped up: "How is it possible for ten acres?"

"If you can't finish it in one day, then two days, three days..."

Shen Yan lowered his head listlessly: "I know."

The sun was shining brightly and the air was hot in summer. Wen Qiao wore a straw hat on her head and walked through the rice fields. When she saw weeds, she uprooted them. During her lunch break, she sat in the shade of a tree and her grandfather brought them to her. After lunch, he looked at Shen Yan who was leaning against a tree root and panting, and whispered: "Where can I find a child to work for me? This is too young, don't tire other people's children."

Wen Qiao waved his hand: "It doesn't matter, he is full of energy, I will drain his energy."

"Don't give your child heatstroke."

"Give him a bottle of Huoxiang Zhengqi water to drink."

The sun was the strongest at noon. Wen Qiao asked Shen Yan to lie down on the grass to sleep. The boy refused. He seemed to be very concerned about his appearance and just slept against the tree trunk. He fell to the ground in the middle of his sleep. Wen Qiao stayed like this. Wait until three o'clock.

This naughty kid can sleep quite well, but he seems to be very tired.

At three o'clock, the sun was not so strong anymore. Shen Yan rubbed his eyes and struggled to sit up. Wen Qiao handed him a bottle of water: "Are you awake? Continue working when you wake up."

Shen Yan:......

Why should I wake up? I really want to sleep until it's dark.

There is no other way, there is still a lot of work to do.

This afternoon, the two of them continued to soak in the fields. Shen Yan was nine years old. A nine-year-old child was always pampered and had been doing farm work for a day.

The work didn't end until six o'clock. As soon as we got in Wen Qiao's car, he fell asleep and fell into unconsciousness.

When he arrived at the Shen family mansion, he was still asleep and even snored slightly. He was really exhausted. Wen Qiao hugged Shen Yan and got out of the car.

Uncle Chen came out and took the person from her hand.

Wen Qiao said: "Wake him up, let him take a bath, eat something and then go to sleep."

Uncle Chen's attitude changed slightly: "Where did Miss Wen take him today?"

"I haven't gone anywhere, I'm leaving first."

Shen Yan was so tortured by Wen Qiao that his dreams at night were haunted. In his dreams, he was pulling weeds in the rice fields. He even dreamed that he pulled weeds by mistake and was taught a lesson by Wen Qiao.

In the past, when guests came to the house, he always tried his best to cause damage. He just enjoyed the attention of his family on him. Even if he was scolded or scolded, he was willing to do so. He was just a child who longed for attention.

But recently, Shen Guozhong discovered that at seven o'clock in the morning, guests came to the house, but his youngest son didn't seem to get up yet. The naughty child who used to get up at five or six o'clock now fell in love with sleeping in. Before nine o'clock, he was Won't get up.

Shen Guozhong breathed a sigh of relief, and Wen Qiao had been a tutor for ten days, and he was still not angry with his youngest son.

It seems there is really hope this time.

Uncle Chen whispered: "Sir, I feel that the young master has been really well-behaved recently. When the time comes, Wen Qiao asks you to cash in and ask the lady to donate blood to her, which is 600 milliliters."