Before long, blood began to seep through her fingers.
Zhang Jundian exclaimed, "Did you cut your hand?!"
It hurt so much!
Jing Min furrowed her brows tightly, and in no time, tears welled up in her eyes.
The scythe cut was more painful than a regular knife cut; it felt like being pinched by pliers, pain deep into the heart.
"Let me see!" Zhang Jundian stepped into the field.
Jing Min quickly whispered to stop him, "No need, I can manage it myself!"
With so many eyes watching her, she didn't want anyone gossiping about her.
But Zhang Jundian didn't care, he first picked some hemostatic stinky grass leaves by the field and chewed them in his mouth.
Chewing as he approached Jing Min, he came over, moved her hand away, and then applied the chewed grass to her wound.
"Sss..."
The pain!
Jing Min took in a sharp breath.
"Press it." Zhang Jundian said in a low voice.
Jing Min had no choice but to obediently listen, pressing the grass against the wound.
