Bruce rushed down first, grabbed a handful of brown wheat and began to plant like everyone else. I have to say that as the first heir prince of Cheng'an, he may not be bad in other aspects, but it is really not good to grow brown wheat. Compared with Angell, he is much inferior, and he is much worse than Xu Zheng.

Later, Bruce himself realized that he was inefficient, and in annoyance, he simply took off his shirt and went into battle shirtless, as Xu Zheng did.

Rex watched from afar and couldn't stop smiling. Old Banga smiled: "The eldest prince of Cheng'an is quite good." ”

Rex also smiled: "The second prince is even better, I'm still worried about how to make Blue put down his figure and experience the real civilian life." He has already done it under Xu Zheng's encouragement. It's a pity that both of them have no intention of taking the throne, which is really a headache. ”

Lao Bangjia Yile said: "Is it more of a headache than a large number of children and grandchildren competing for the throne? It's just that Xu Zheng can't. Xu Zheng's temperament is not suitable for this, and he should not use the throne to bind him. He should belong to more people and deserve to be cherished. ”

Rex sighed slightly and said, "Everyone protects him, this young man is indeed extraordinary." ”

Hawke listened, feeling more and more unconvinced. When he was in Virgil, he was also the pride of the sky. But after arriving in Cheng'an, it seems that everyone is stronger than him, especially Xu Zheng, who is also the second prince. What he saw and heard in Cheng'an was too different from Virgil, which inevitably aroused Hawke's competitive spirit.

Isn't it just planting wheat, although he doesn't want to go to the field to plant wheat in his own identity, but Xu Zheng can do it, Bruce can do it, and he can do it himself! Now he strode into the field, he didn't believe that these two princes could do it. You can't do it yourself!

Hawke walked over, took the brown wheat seeds, and began to plant.

As long as you have the heart to learn. Sowing brown wheat is not difficult, it is nothing more than digging a pit to bury the seeds, burying the seeds, and then pouring water, and the actual technical content is not as high as I imagined before I did it.

But soon, Hawke found it not that easy. Planting a few pits of brown wheat is nothing. But the whole process is very hard to keep planting.

Towards autumn, the weather in Cheng'an has obviously cooled slightly, but it is still very hot. It was already noon, and the three rounds of the sun on his head were white, and the earth was roasted with a heat wave that was clearly visible to the naked eye. Through this heat wave, everything seems to be separated by an unreal mist. It's vague and constantly moving.

The soil is very dry, and the whole structure of the soil is not a solid lump. Either it's like scattered sand, going to two completely different extremes. For loose places, it is relatively easy to work. However, for dry and hard areas, the soil must be loosened with the tools in hand before sowing. This increased the intensity of labor, and soon, Hawk was sweating all over his clothes, panting uncontrollably, and large drops of sweat dripping down.

They run down the forehead and over the face. It flows through the neck, and then flows into the clothes, soaking the already soaked clothes even more wet, sticking to the skin, tightly binding the limbs, like a layer of excess skin, not only makes people unable to exert it, but also is particularly uncomfortable.

What's even worse is that these sweats will flow uncontrollably into the eyes along the movements of the body, causing severe pain in the eyes, burning the eyes, making the vision that is already rising due to the heat wave even more blurred, and it is impossible to see the next step.

Then, Hawk felt the surface of the tool in his hand getting rougher and rougher, cutting over his soft palm, at first it was only a slight pain, and then it became more and more unbearable, and when no one was paying attention, Hawk looked at his palm, and sure enough, it blistered. Whenever the surface of the tool rubs against the blister, the uncomfortable abruptness and pain are magnified many times for no reason, and I want to deliberately highlight it, but in the end I find it difficult to do.

This is followed by fatigue and dehydration caused by heavy sweating. After working for a while, the whole body has a sour and soft feeling of not being able to lift up, and the thirst in my throat and eyes is like smoke, as if I can easily light a spark or something.

After planting a few more pits, Hawke felt that he had reached his limit. I can't help but feel that I am a dignified second prince of Virgil, why should I unwisely come to this pool of troubled waters, and impulsively go down to the ground to do such an unseemly thing? I should sit high in the palace and strategize, instead of fighting with the hard clods of soil here, and plant brown wheat that only the common people plant!

After a while, Hawke had endured it to the limit, and he wanted to give up.

But when he looked up, he found that he was not the only one who encountered this kind of problem. He saw Bruce frowning, curled his palms and stretched them a few times, then shook them again. He also saw Xu Zheng keep wiping sweat on his forehead with his hands, wiping a big flower face that was already flowery. And he also saw the two of them tear off strips of cloth from the corners of their clothes, wrap the blisters on their palms, and continue to dry.

The same situation made Hawke feel a little more balanced, knowing that the difficulties he suffered were also encountered by others.

The difference is that the two people just frown and continue to do it, unlike themselves, who secretly complain in their hearts and want to give up. In an instant, Hawke felt as if he was going to be inferior, and he aroused the arrogance in his heart, secretly gritted his teeth, and accelerated the speed in his hand.

What others can do, I can do too! Hawke has his own pride.

Suddenly straightened up, took off his clothes in twos and threes, revealing a slightly exaggerated white skin, and began to dry violently with an explosive momentum.

His momentum couldn't help but surprise several people.

Xu Zheng looked at Hawke with a smile, and couldn't help but admire it secretly, not to mention, the arrogance of these two princes and their never-admitting temperament are really impressive. Compared with him, he has less competitive thoughts in his temperament, is too peaceful, and does not have such a strong enterprising spirit.

Xu Zheng looked at Hawke and couldn't help but admire: "Hawke, you are really good!"

Looking at his obvious backward progress, Bruce also praised Hawke: "It's good, it's really good." He sighed and said, "I don't seem to have any talent in this area, but I'm the worst." ”

Angel wiped a handful of sweat, looked at his far ahead results, was a little proud, and teased Bruce: "Your palm is suitable for holding power, maybe not suitable for growing wheat." "Look at Hawke's results again. also praised: "Awesome! better than Xu Zhengdu." ”

The real affirmation and praise made Hawke's heart rise with irrepressible pride. This previous accolade is different. First of all, it is not flattering or false, it is a complete affirmation of your achievements. True, not pretentious, sincerely praise you and don't want to get anything from you. This gives Hawke a new feeling. At the same time, it comes from peers of a similar age, making Hawke feel for the first time that he is respected by others through his own hands, not through his own titles. This is also not something that Virgil has ever received.

So, all of a sudden, Hawke thought it was interesting to grow brown barley. The sun is too poisonous. It can be ignored, physical exertion can be ignored, blisters in the palms can be ignored, and even the uncomfortable dry throat seems to have improved a lot.

That's it. Hawke sowed brown wheat with even greater zeal, and gradually in the process experienced the true joy of being involved in labor.

It makes more sense to do it yourself and always pretend to be someone else's hand. Sweat it out in the sun. It is more meaningful to exchange labor for results!

Invisibly, Hawke is getting faster and faster, and he is getting harder and harder. When others saw his momentum, they couldn't help but be driven, and even Xu Zheng was competitive, not wanting Hokla to go too far. I planted it seriously, too. A new round of wheat planting competition is rapidly unfolding in such a secret competition.

The young people and young people who work hard in the fields are sweaty on their foreheads, and their faces are embarrassed, but they have a unique charm, like being shrouded in a faint ball of light, exuding the brilliance of youth.

So, in this strange atmosphere, the dreary, tiring, and long work of planting wheat was done by a group of young men with an even more strange enthusiasm, and the owner of the farmland, the simple uncle, was a little incomprehensible, and could not understand what was going on in the madness of the people who had suddenly come out.

Looking at the clothes, they were dressed in cloth, but before they went to the ground, they were all clean, and the palms were delicate, so they didn't look like people who had done farm work. Looking at the temperament of conversation, it is even more distinctive, if it is either elegant and calm, or it is extravagant, it really doesn't look like an ordinary civilian. But this is such a strange group of young people who have rushed to finish all their work!

Sensing their differences, the uncle was a little restrained, and did not dare to snub this group of young people of unknown origin, so he hurriedly carried a bucket and water to comfort everyone.

Hawk straightened up, stretched his muscles, and looked back at the results of his hard work, he couldn't help but feel very proud, and even looked at Xu Zheng and Bruce with a little pride.

Xu Zheng took the bucket and brought it over, and said with a smile: "Don't be complacent, I know that you are powerful, and I have served you, okay? Come, drink some water to quench your thirst." ”

Hawke turned his face and saw the bucket in Xu Zheng's hand, then looked at the cup hanging on the side of the bucket, and then looked at the layer of unknown things floating on the water surface in the bucket, and his face showed a look of embarrassment with respect and insensitivity.

Xu Zheng laughed: "Drink it, the water is really not good." But you can't drink it anywhere else. ”

Hawke didn't understand a little, but seeing that Xu Zheng was drinking happily, he didn't want to lose, so he had to force his nausea and drink some.

The uncle walked over, rubbed his hands a little embarrassed, and said, "Thank you, please drink more, we don't have anything good here, only please drink water to quench your thirst, which can be regarded as repaying you for your help." Hehe, everyone in my family went to the city to look for work, and without you, I don't know how long I would be alone. ”

As he spoke, he smiled apologetically. That sincere and unpretentious smile immediately made Hawke understand what Xu Zheng meant by his heart. The true and sincere gratitude made Hawke feel that the water he drank in his mouth was like spring breeze and rain, moistening his parched mouth and heart.

With a slightly red face, Hawke actually replied to a civilian for the first time: "Thank you." The tone was extremely jerky, which caused Xu Zheng to laugh loudly.

The cowherd glared at Hawke and suddenly said, "Hawke, you just said thank you?"

"Huo Huo?" Xu Zheng was stunned for a moment, and suddenly laughed wildly: "This name is good, I like it!

Hawke was annoyed and said angrily, "Shut up!"

I don't know if it's because of the joint work to shorten the distance, but several people think that Hawke's appearance is a little cute, so they laugh even harder, one by one, leaning forward and backward, and even Xiaoban, who has always hated Hawke, can't help but start laughing at him.

Rex looked at Hawke's embarrassed appearance and smiled, "This kid is not bad, much better than his father and grandfather." ”

Old Banga nodded: "Well, I think so too." ”

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