It was a leech as thick as a chopstick. It curved its body, moving back and forth by Mu Shuangshuang's feet, seemingly wanting to suck her blood.
Unfortunately, when Mu Shuangshuang went out, she used the sleeves of old clothes at home to make pant legs, and tied the cuffs tightly with rope. Neither leeches nor leeches could easily suck her blood.
On the other hand, Mu Dazhong had his pant legs rolled up, exposing his hairy, black, thick legs. These were probably the leech's favorite.
However, it was troublesome that this person wouldn't go into the water.
Mu Shuangshuang was pondering when the opportunity came.
Mrs. Liu had pulled out a few more seedlings and thrown them behind herself, combined with Mu Qingqing's, this trip was enough. But Mrs. Liu was too busy pulling seedlings to hand them over to Mu Dazhong on the shore, so he eagerly went down to the field to fetch them himself.
Luckily, I wasn't too far from them.
