Five minutes later.

Xi Zuer just walked around the farmland, and all the carrots in the Donghai Ban Responsible Field were pulled out.

Not only that, before the cabbage next door was harvested, Xi Zuer also "pulled" them all when she passed by.

Peas are easier.

Xi Zuer asked everyone to follow her with a basket.

As she raised her bare hands, wherever she went, the pea pods were like small blooming fireworks. A bunch of pea pods exploded, and the pea particles were neatly scattered in everyone's basket.

Ten minutes later.

When the other twelve classes are burying their heads and struggling with the soil and crops.

Xi Zuer had already directed the boys in the East China Sea class to set up a small bonfire on the ridge of the field, teaching them to drill wood to make fire, and then put on a bun of grain, edamame, and sweet potatoes to prepare for barbecue!

As for the picking task?

It's been completed long ago.

Not only that, most of the crops from the next few fields were picked by them and piled up into mountains on their ridges.

It makes other classes crazy about envy and jealousy.

Nanshan Class was angry and asked the grade director to accuse: "The Donghai Class stole the crops of our class, leaving us with no crops to harvest!"

The grade director glanced at Xi Zuer, and thought of the expelled teaching director, and Zhang Bin, who had suffered from cancer, coughed and said righteously: "Well, Donghai Class has tried too hard... But, everyone depends on their strength to do farm work. Who told you to do such a trick? Leave a few words, get out of work quickly, don't harvest crops, you can go and pick cow dung and water the fields!"

Everyone in the Nanshan squad was wailing, cow dung, don’t.

On the other side of the ridge of the field, Xi Zuer supported her chin and gently tilted her red lips: "It's very relaxing, how can she use too much force..."

Everyone in the Nanshan class: "..."

Just now, I couldn't compete with the real or fake Donghaiban, so I could only swallow my anger.

Now I can’t even farm in the East China Sea class, so I can only pick up manure.

It's simply!

Someone couldn't help but mutter: "Xi Zuer is a daughter. She has never lived in the Xi family for a few days. She is just a native bun in the countryside, so of course she can farm. What's so strange about this!"

These words immediately aroused the echo of the Nanshan tribe.

When a person loses all face, if he can successfully step on others, it will be equivalent to proving that he is not that bad.

In other words, if Xi Zuer is not a daughter but a local bun, then they don’t have anything to be ashamed of not being able to farm.

Amidst sarcasm.

Xi Zuer didn't care. Instead, she lowered her eyes and fiddled with her phone watch, as if she was chatting with someone happily.

Everyone in the Donghai class was unhappy, and the quarrel between Maimang and Nanshan class started again.

Seeing the two sides argue endlessly.

Xi Rubao suddenly gritted his teeth and sang: "Zu'er is not a local bun. Zuer is not only the daughter of our Xi family, but also the daughter of the Gu family. Shut up!"

Everyone in the Nanshan class sarcastically said, "Which Gu family is funny? Do you still want to have relatives with Gu Shaopan? Koi, are you also a brainless fan now?"

That's the Gu family in the imperial capital. A finger can crush any wealthy family in Qingcheng to death.

Xi Rubao pinched his phone and hit everyone: "You are so stupid! My uncle just made it public on Weibo!"

Gu Yuzhi, a famous lawyer and the official certified account of the Gu family, the Gu family in the imperial capital, sent a news: Xi Zuer, my niece, the daughter of the Gu family in our imperial capital, who has entered the family tree. If anyone has any objection, I will serve you with a letter from a lawyer.

Damn, it's true!

Xi Zuer was officially recognized by the Gu family in the imperial capital!

The daughter of a century-old scholarly family, who dares to say that she is a local bun again???!
Chapter completed!