The joy of the earth is not exaggerated, the staff officers of various countries deduced, Wu Qingchen entered the medieval world, and the most serious and urgent problem was the language barrier.

This point, the staff of country Z did not hide it from Wu Qingchen.

At this time, inducing the "father" of the medieval world to take the initiative to explain that he was not pretending to be deaf and half-dumb, Wu Qingchen finally showed the first smile.

This smile only lasted for less than two seconds, and thinking of the next steps, Wu Qingchen, who had just relaxed a little, felt heavy in his heart.

The next step is to get to work.

Very, very, very much work.

The first time and the second time I entered the dream, Wu Qingchen was standing outside the crop bush, and he was on the high ground, feeling that the field was not very big.

Shoulder-high crops were planted on all sides, and from a distance, patches of light green stretched from front to far away, until the view was blocked by the same light green, cascading spiky leaves.

It is 27 meters long and 43 meters wide, with an area of 1,161 square meters.

This is a number repeated three times by a soldier pointing to a large projection.

Figuratively speaking, three more portions of such an area would be enough for two teams to play a standard football game.

What's even more tragic is that Wu Qingchen and the two relatives of the Middle World are still standing on the edge of the crop at this time.

This means that in a field the size of a quarter of a football field, the ground that has been raked is almost negligible. From the most optimistic point of view, Wu Qingchen's next labor area is at least 300 square meters.

300 sqm......

I'll you...... From childhood to adulthood, Lao Tzu has never swept such a large piece of land even if he swept the floor......

After checking the slightly improved hand rake, Wu Qingchen squatted down helplessly.

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At least five hours later......

End of labor.

Sitting, or should I say paralyzed on a small mud ridge, Wu Qingchen was sweating profusely, his clothes were soaked, his eyes were blank, his mouth was half open and panting vigorously, his hand rake was thrown aside, and his hands and feet were shaking vigorously.

Quite rhythmically shaking.

Rake it...... Rake it again, rake it again...... Take a step......

Rake it...... Rake it again, rake it again...... Take a step......

Take a break after a meal......

This is the rhythm of Wu Qingchen's hands and feet shaking, and it is also all the activities of Wu Qingchen for at least five hours.

No drinks, no snacks, no cigarettes, not even conversations.

At the same time, there were no watches, no mobile phones, no computers, and I couldn't read the changes in the shadow of the sun, and even the time of "at least five hours" was seen from the teachers' estimates and the sky that had darkened significantly.

The word "very tired" is no longer enough to describe Wu Qingchen's current feelings.

On the ridge, Wu Qingchen's mind was simply blank, and there was almost no strength in his body, even if he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, he had to squeeze it everywhere from all over his body in order to squeeze out a little bit of pitiful energy to complete the action.

It's a pity that even so, for 1,161 square meters of work, Wu Qingchen's completion still accounts for a fraction of the "161".

The consequence was that the other two people resting next to the ridge, Wu Qingchen's "father" and "brother" in the medieval world, not only repeatedly said impatiently several times during the process of work, but the expressions on their faces at this time definitely did not belong to the category of good-looking.

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Secret city, secret location, secret room.

In the conference room, the teacups had long since cooled, the ashtray was full of cigarette butts, and a layer of smoke floated in the air.

From the time Wu Qingchen began to work until Wu Qingchen fell on the ridge as if he had been pulled out of his bones, the general secretary was always silent, just carefully watching each step.

"Total-Book-Record......" This is Li Ziping's voice, a position a few steps behind, Li Ziping's tone is slightly hesitant, "Mr. Wu...... I have done my best. ”

"Don't blame him." The Total-Book-Keeper slowly shook his head, his gaze moving from the real-time screen in the middle to the slow-forward display on the left.

In the shot that slows forward thirty times per minute, the beads of sweat the size of beans slide from Wu Qingchen's forehead to above the eyelids, Wu Qingchen did not raise his trembling arm to wipe it, nor did he shake his head that shook his blood vessels to shake it away, but slowly closed his eyes, and waited for the beads of sweat to slide past before opening a line slightly.

From this alone, it can be seen to what extent Wu Qingchen's exhaustion has reached.

"Don't blame him, the young man is very down-to-earth...... Isn't there another campaign plan from the Ministry of Education that calls on young people to be thrifty? "I don't think there is any need to engage in any summer camps, nor do I need to visit any former residences, where conditions permit, you can go to the farmland to experience farm work, and where there are no conditions, you can also find a few peasant brothers, or directly pick a copy of the video of these five hours......"

The general book-note pointed to the display screen, "Let the students take a closer look and see what it means to know what Chinese food is, and every grain is hard." ”

At this time, a middle-aged man pushed open the door and held a document in his hand: "Chiefs, the latest report." ”

The general secretary-secretary nodded, and a secretary on the right took the document: "Liberation-release-Military Academy analysis: The first agricultural activity in the Middle Ages as the main object of the celestial phenomena, the completion degree is about 60% of the utility of the Celestial Phenomenon No. 2 object, according to the analysis of the expressions, movements, and actions of the No. 1 and No. 2 objects in the medieval world, the danger caused by this completion is not significant, and the adverse consequences can be expected to disappear, and there is no sign of long-term impact for the time being." ”

In the conference room, there were a few low exhalations, and everyone's expressions were much more relaxed.

"Another pass, Director Li, the training at night is very effective."

The man in the first place habitually took off his cigarette, and without waiting for Li Ziping, who was a little happy on his face, to be humble, he immediately turned to a non-optimistic direction: "However, I am afraid this is not a long-term solution." ”

"Yes, passive resolution is not a party tradition. Labor is the most glorious, and there are many different ways of working. ”

The general secretary bowed slightly, and when he raised his head again, his eyes fell on the fourth position of the next head: "General Sun, how to alleviate the labor intensity of young people, the next plan, I think the status of young people can be used as part of the focus of work." ”

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After resting for about 10 minutes, the three people sitting on the earthen ridge breathed much easier, their bodies were no longer extremely tired, and the faces of the "father" and "brother" also calmed down.

After sitting for a while, the "father" said something, the "brother" stood up, and Wu Qingchen hurriedly responded in a vague tone of the "brother" and stood up.

The pronunciation of "father" is "to go home" and the pronunciation of "brother" is "good"

The simplest conjecture is to derive the meaning of the father's pronunciation: the labor is over, it is getting late, and the next step should be to go home.

The meaning of the brother's pronunciation is the simplest memory: the pronunciation of "good", after five hours of labor, Wu Qingchen has listened to the "brother" several times, and Wu Qingchen is already relatively close to learning at this time.

The trail was difficult to walk, the grass was deep, and the road was narrow, so Wu Qingchen carefully brushed aside the branches on both sides and followed the footsteps of his father and brother, and soon came to the end.

As Professor Wang had speculated, the newly cleared fields where Wu Qingchen worked were indeed far from his place of residence.

After walking a long stretch of flat land, climbing over two hills, and crossing two single-plank bridges across streams, it was only after at least half an hour that the outline of the building finally appeared in front of Wu Qingchen's eyes.

When I got here, the road became much wider, and after carefully staring at the ground for more than half an hour, Wu Qingchen's neck was already slightly sore, and it was no longer difficult to find a place to stay, Wu Qingchen raised his head.

On either side are large fields, green and blue, with the occasional small field of unknown plants blooming small light yellow flowers.

A few meters away, a crystal clear stream flowed by, small fish and shrimp frolicked back and forth around the grass at the bottom of the water, and a few water birds swept back and forth, looking up and down with tigerish eyes, probably hoping that the surface of the water would occasionally reveal a reckless fish.

In this situation, the earth in the 21st century must be a beautiful picture close to nature.

This situation, placed in the medieval world of unknown age, reveals an indescribable sadness and barbarism.

At this time, Wu Qingchen was passing by, and a poor man was plowing, he was wearing a kind of coarse wool that could not be seen, and the hat on his head was full of holes, and his hair was drilled out. The poor man was walking in the field, his toes were exposed in his broken shoes, also made of coarse cloth, and his body was covered with mud from his shirt to his ankle-length socks.

When Wu Qingchen raised his head, the poor man was standing in the ankle-deep mud, driving two skinny heifers, who were so thin that they could count the number of ribs.

A woman stood behind the poor man, holding in her hand a long rod about the same as that used to drive an ox, but the woman never bothered to actually let it fall on the ox.

The woman wore a short skirt that was obviously ill-fitting, and the skirt was pulled high, but it was still inevitably stained with mud. She was barefoot, her feet covered in calluses and sores. At one end of the field lay a small wooden bowl of batter, the edge of which was full of gaps, and on one side a tattered garment wrapped around a baby, and on the other side stood a child of about two or three years old, and the poor man and woman gasped heavily, and the baby and the child cried from time to time, intermittently, and in a mournful tone.

This is the world I'm going to live in next.

This may be the rest of my life.

Thinking of this, Wu Qingchen's heart throbbed, and his heart was filled with indescribable panic.