The serfs waved the sickles in their hands vigorously, the rice fell down in rows, fighting from dawn to the east, and the whistle calling for breakfast finally sounded through the open field, and the serfs who were working suddenly smiled, stopped their work, and walked to the slope of the field while rubbing their backs.

On the slope of the field, there was already a master in charge of eating, beckoning the little servants to twist the big rice buckets and vegetable buckets, etc., and the serfs were not eligible to enjoy the treatment of indoor eating.

The fragrance mixed with the aroma of rice and vegetables wafted in the wind, until the serfs who had been working for four hours in a row were surging with their throats and teeth.

Consciously line up, first receive the dishes and chopsticks, and then walk in front of the master, put the bowl mouth up, and wait for the master to add food to it.

The slave's food is certainly not very good, the quantity is not much, the quality is not good, a bowl of brown rice per person, a small plate of pickled radish, pickled cabbage, and the relationship with the master is good, maybe a gag and two more sycophants, you can get one more steamed bun, this is all their breakfast, in fact, lunch and dinner are similar, very different.

Of course, for most slaves, this standard of food was better than when they were freemen, and they might not be happy if the slaves were not too tired to do the work, and they did not have human rights, or they were driven away.

Didn't you see that the group of indigenous employees who couldn't think about it didn't know who they were? The sense of identity and honor for no reason is simply ashamed of most of the purebred Chinese.

Gao Shan Tiger and Xiong Jian held the dishes and chopsticks, found a random open space to sit down, and began to gobble up, four hours of continuous labor, they were tired.

wiped the rice grains stuck to the corners of his mouth with his fingers, and stretched them straight into his mouth, even if it was just a few grains of rice, Xiong Jian didn't waste any money.

"In just four hours, we have harvested more than three acres of land... Do the math for me, how long does it take to get ten acres of land?"

For the level of mathematical idiocy of this only friend, the Alpine Tiger is fortunate to be used to it, and will no longer spray rice directly like the first time.

"Fifteen hours," the mountain tiger said vaguely as he calmly pulled the rice into his mouth.

"Fifteen hours?" Xiong Jian didn't believe it, and then muttered: "Why is it so little? I thought ten acres of land was a lot, but I didn't expect that as long as it was fifteen hours, then wouldn't we be able to sleep for fifteen hours today..."

"That's what you do..."

"Isn't it? You still want to take the initiative to increase the burden?" Xiong Jian said depressedly, "Can we not do this?" And Master Huaxia didn't say that taking the initiative to increase the burden can reduce the sentence!"

"If you don't want to, forget it, after the cut, I will collect the bundle myself..." Seeing that he was unwilling, the mountain tiger directly gave up the idea of persuading this friend at length.

“... Have you finished eating? Let's go wash the dishes when we're done..."The mountain tiger quickly took the last bite of rice into his mouth, stood up, and said to Xiong Jiandao.

"Right now!"

About half a minute later, Xiong Jian stood up, took the rice bowl that he licked was brighter than the mirror, and said with a smile: "Let's go!"

The two came to the river, and after washing their dishes and chopsticks, Xiong Jian honestly and unceremoniously scooped up a bowl of water and drank it with a clatter.

The mountain tiger frowned and said, "It's easy to get sick when you drink raw water!"

“... Cut, Brother Gaoshan, that's what only those idle and boring citizens pay attention to, we people, cheap lives, live tired, of course, how to be comfortable, how to come, how to care so much? Even if you are really sick... Then it's better to die early and give birth early!" Xiong Jian wiped the corners of his mouth with his arm and smiled disapprovingly.

The mountain tiger was silent and said no more.

[That's why I'm so anxious to perform, I just hope that I can make my life no longer so cheap as soon as possible!]

In the end, Xiong Jian did not leave the mountain tiger to go back to sleep alone, but stayed with him for five hours of extra work.

......

Time flies, and it's September in a blink of an eye.

On September 1, the fifth year of China, the bell of summer vacation has quietly sounded, and it is the arrival of another school day.

Similar to the old world, teaching in Huaxia is also a two-semester system, with two long vacations every year, winter vacation and summer vacation, but unlike the old world, the semester in Huaxia is just the opposite, spring is the first semester, autumn is the second semester, and the winter vacation is the time for students to upgrade every year.

Elementary and middle schools are reported on the first day, and classes start on the same day, while the university reports on a much wider date, with the first, second, and third days.

After all, most college students are adults, and it is always bad to be too strict.

On the morning of the first day, students began to return to campus one after another, and the campus that had been deserted for two months regained its vitality.

A luxurious four-wheeled carriage engraved with bauhinia ornaments and its style stopped at the main entrance of Xin'an University, and the coachman jumped from the driver's seat, ran to the side of the carriage, and opened the carriage door for the owner inside.

"Damn, who is this?

Bai Qishan and Cheng Bi, who were hooking their shoulders and talking about meat jokes, were about to take advantage of the last leisure time, and Bai Qishan and Cheng Bi, who had just walked to the school gate, saw the carriage that stopped at the door.

It's really that the paint of this carriage is so gorgeous that it's hard not to attract attention.

No, Bai Qishan opened his mouth and said the above words.

"Is it a new student? It's not the freshman enrollment season?" Bai Qishan looked at Cheng Bi suspiciously, wanting to get an answer from him.

"Don't look at me, I don't know!" Cheng Bi spread his hands, then supported his left elbow with his right hand, touched his chin with his left hand, and said: "But I can be sure that no one in the current school will dare to be so public!"

"In other words, it's not a student!"

"Just look at it... Well, the people inside are out!"

At this time, the groom opened the car door, and then out of it a middle-aged man and a young man, like a father who came to send his son to school.

"Huh, that middle-aged man's attitude is not like that of the young man's elders, but like a little more subordinate!" Bai Qishan exclaimed.

"I think so too, and now I can be sure that the teenager is not from our school, otherwise there's no reason why we don't know... It doesn't look like a low-key person..."Cheng Bi said.