Liu Dabao pressed his hands on his knees, spit out his tongue like a dog, panting heavily, even though he felt that his throat was already smoking, but the sweat on his body was coming out like no money.

He held this position, gasped violently for a moment, then straightened up and looked back.

There was no one behind him, and he had completely gotten rid of that group, those people.

He bent down to untie the grain bag on the ground, and reached out to pull through the corn for a while, and two yellow stones appeared in front of him.

A piece the size of a fist, a piece the size of a head.

These were two pieces of table salt, which he had stuffed into the grain bag when he was in the county.

He looked at it with great appreciation for a while, and then buried the two pieces of salt in the grain bag again.

After tying the opening, he carried the grain bag on his shoulder.

Spat hard behind him, he recognized the direction and headed in one direction.

The bastard just thought about what kind of Qingque Township group to join!

At this time, the sky is falling, who knows if it will change when you get there?

What kind of village group is there, how can it be cost-effective to go home and harvest the wheat in the field?

Moreover, I joined the township group, how can I carry water for Widow Zhang at the head of the village?

With a small abacus, carrying a grain bag on his back, with a heart full of disdain and pleasure, Liu Dabao, who was sweating, left without looking back......

At the same time, Huang Jieren, who was covered in sweat and looked like he had just been fished out of the water, also put the grain bag on his shoulder on the ground.

Tired and had no strength, he took the bowl handed by the person next to him, drank three bowls in a row, and took some warm salt water, and let out a long breath.

A smile appeared on his face covered with sweat and exhaustion.

I am the third person to come to the Qingque Salt Farm, and I will definitely be able to join the Qingque Township Group!

The wheat at home, this year's harvest is not particularly good, as long as God gives face, a little more sunny, the mother-in-law and the baby of the family can also take it back to the house.

It's just to make them tired too much.

If you work hard here, you can earn a lot of things in January, and when the time comes, you will get rid of some of your own food, and the rest will be exchanged for money and food, and your family's life will be much better.

He was born in a peasant family and is not afraid of hardship, he has suffered a lot in this life, and it doesn't hurt to eat more, but what he is most afraid of is that he has endured hardship, and there is no hope for life.

Now, things seem to have changed a little, and here, Huang Jieren sees hope......

With the passage of time, more and more people came to the Qingque Salt Farm along the road.

As soon as everyone came here, someone from the Qingque Salt Farm who had been notified by Han Cheng in advance and was guarding the Qingque Salt Farm brought them warm water with salt and let them drink it.

Uncle Liu, the village leader, stood at the intersection and counted the number of people who came over.

"There are already one hundred and eighty-nine! The last one is missing! ”

He shouted at the road.

Within a radius of about a hundred meters from here, there were three people in succession.

Among them, Xu Jingmian fell behind, and after hearing his shout, he was exhausted without saying a word, and tried his best to move his two legs, which had long been unconscious, to run as fast as possible.

"Erlang! Come on! Run! Leave me alone! There's only one spot left, what's the use of you pulling me! ”

In front of him, two people supported each other and walked forward, to be precise, it should be a stronger person who was half dragging another older person to move forward hard, it can be seen that neither of them has much strength.

The man who was being dragged shouted loudly and struggled incessantly, beating the hand with which the man was holding his hand with some weeping.

But the man who dragged him in front of him and had a seven-point resemblance to his face turned a deaf ear, just walked forward with all his strength without saying a word, sweat and raindrops dripping down, smashing on the ground, leaving a mark.

Everyone who watched such a scene was worried.

Xu Jingmian shook his head, panting violently, and ran forward as hard as he could, shortening the distance between him and the two in front of him, catching up with them, and overtaking them at the last moment.

After hearing the person in charge of counting here say that he was the one hundred and ninety, Xu Jingmian showed a tired smile, and then fell to the ground without saying a word.

Even if he passed out, his hands were only clutching the bag of money and food on his shoulders......

And the two people, who had only arrived a little later than him, stood here stunned.

"Foolish! Foolish! You bastard! What are you dragging me to do? You... You ......"

The older man stretched out his hand and beat the younger man, complaining and scolding, and after scolding a few times, he couldn't help but burst into tears, and the man in his thirties and forties cried in front of so many people......

Wei Chigong found that he had thought wrong before, and he was very wrong.

The selection method adopted by Cheng Ge'er is better than imagined, and it is better than those methods of selecting people according to their height and strength.

Even though he considered himself brave, he followed all the way down, experienced such an experience, and understood what these people had experienced, and when he looked at the 190 people who had come out of his head, and the person who didn't say a word as if he had made a big mistake and was crying, he couldn't help but be moved.

After such a selection, after going through these tribulations, these people will definitely be different, even those who do not enter the top 190, and insist on completing the whole process, will be different from before.

Wei Chigong couldn't say what the difference was, but he could clearly feel that it was as if before this, these people, who couldn't even be called stragglers, suddenly had some army-like temperament......

And these are things that cannot be given by the kind of selection that is carried out solely based on such conditions as height and age.

Moreover, those who can pass such an assessment and enter the top 190, except for a few outliers, are basically relatively young and middle-aged people.

"What's your name?"

Han Cheng, who was following behind, handed over the red fox horse he was holding in his hand to his future brother-in-law Luo Shixin, and came to the man who stood here with his head bowed as if he had done something wrong, and asked.

"I, my name is Zhao, Zhao Erlang."

This sweaty, relatively strong man said a little crampedly.

"There is only one place left, why don't you leave him behind, so that you can enter the Qingque Township Regiment."

Han Cheng asked him with a smile.

"This, this is me, my brother, I, I can't leave him behind......"