Fifteen acres of wheat land, although the space is larger, but not windy, a large area of wheat is standing straight, a dazzling golden yellow.

Seeing that Romon noticed the wheat, a translucent data frame turned into a faint tiny point of light, a message that had been conveyed was conveyed again: "Wheat B is ripe and ready to be harvested." ”

This kind of wheat seed can increase the yield by 20%, so when Romon planted it, he was very excited and looking forward to it, and if he took it out to make rice seeds, it was really cool.

It's just that, looking at such a large area of wheat waves, Luo Meng is really difficult. This is not one acre or two acres, but fifteen acres of wheat seeds!

Although "Fifteen Mu ......" had long thought that it would be troublesome to harvest, seeing this kind of scene with his own eyes and imagining the hard work of harvesting them, Romon still felt tricky.

Even if the wheat is harvested, everything else can be decomposed, but with such a large area, how many days will it take to dry?Romon looked at the wheat seeds waiting for him to harvest with a bitter face......

Hey, there is no way, let's do it, after all, there is a time limit for harvesting, and the tenants in his territory are in need of wheat seeds, so Romon must collect these wheat seeds as soon as possible and distribute them to those tenants, so as to ensure that this year's crop planting will not be affected.

After making up his mind, Luo Meng withdrew his mind from the space of Shennongjiao and looked at the sickle in the corner.

The secret of the Shennongjiao space must not be known to outsiders, there is no idea of letting others help at all, and even if others want to help, they can't help, and the harvesting tools have already been prepared.

Not only ten sharp sickles, a guillotine, but also strong enough pockets, a large number of pockets, and a large bamboo basket that can be carried, put these things into the bamboo basket first, Luo Meng once again sank his mind into the space of Shennongjiao.

After returning to the space, Luo Meng put down the bamboo basket, first took out the guillotine, and then carried a sharp sickle, and walked towards the fifteen acres of wheat farming.

It was the first time to harvest the crops by himself, and although the sickle in his hand was not heavy, in Romon's opinion, it was even more difficult to control than the sword!

According to the action of the people harvesting the crops in his memory, Romon grabbed a handful of wheat and waved the sickle in his hand.

The result of this first swing of the sickle was not bad, although he always felt that the sickle in his hand was a little fluttery, and it was not very easy to use, but under his careful movements, this handful of wheat was still easily cut off by him, and then he put it into the big bamboo basket he carried behind his back.

The victory in the first battle gave Luo Meng, a little more confidence in harvesting, and with the idea of "Actually, it's not very difficult", he continued to swing the sickle and harvest.

However, Luo Meng's pride at the beginning was completely shattered by reality before half an acre of land was harvested!

Because of the frequent swing of the sickle, Romon's arm was already sore, and his waist was even more like it was about to break, and he straightened up, and he didn't want to bend down again.

And on the palm of the hand holding the sickle, there were even red marks, which was very painful.

He is just harvesting, ignoring anything else, it has already made him so embarrassed, think of those hard-working farmers, Luo Meng sighed softly, and then, gritted his teeth, and began to harvest again.

The golden waves of wheat began to grow smaller and smaller under Romong's sickle, and the harvested wheat piles in the open space not far behind Romon began to grow taller and higher.

Because there are as many acres of wheat as there are fifteen acres of land, Romon does not expect to harvest it all in a day or two, but his idea is to harvest at least three acres a day, and take out this part of the wheat as seeds.

In this case, the wheat seeds will be harvested within five days, and the wheat seeds will be almost planted, so that the planting time of the outside crops will not be missed.

With this determination, Romon began to reap.

Although his current physique is much stronger than that on earth, in this regard, there is still not much advantage to say that Romon can only harvest for half an hour, and he is so tired that he almost crawls.

Whenever this time, Romon always looked at the sapling, and could feel that there was a mass of consciousness inside, in the stage of sleeping and repairing, thinking of the records of the druid textbooks, Romon was full of anticipation - it is said that the appearance of the tree spirits are all beautiful girls, and this is not enough, the most important thing is that they are very good at work.

Since they can't go far from the trees, they don't suffer from loneliness.

Thinking of this, Romon, who was tired like a dog, would come to the little tree every time, lie down next to the little tree, and talk to the little tree while resting. Just imagining that a tree spirit will appear soon, it is already very comforting to Romong.

After a struggle in the middle of the night, the two acres of wheat fields, under the painful and happy harvest of Romone, became less and less, and finally were completely harvested.

In the open space where Romon had placed the harvested wheat, several large piles of wheat had been piled up at this time, and at this time, Romong's suffering had just begun, and in the following time, Romon beat the two acres of wheat in order to collect the wheat seeds.

When all the wheat grains were detached, when loading them, Romon also took a lot of effort to get several bags of wheat seeds ready, and Romong, who had been tossed all night, finally smashed face up and smashed into the grass behind.

Lying in a herringbone shape, he exhaled a long breath. Two acres of land and 400 kilograms of wheat have finally been leveled out! Even Luo Meng admired himself a little that he was able to harvest all these wheat seeds and collect them all by himself in such a short period of time.

Stretched out his two hands and put them in the air to look at them, the one holding the sickle was already blurred with flesh and blood at this time, and the other hand was also calloused, and the palm of his hand was hot and painful. Despite this, looking at the pocket full of harvest not far away, Luo Meng's heart still had joy.

After a short break, Romon exited the space.

"Healing Technique!" Luo Meng silently activated, and suddenly, a green light enveloped his hands, and the new skin and new calluses on his hands were all eliminated.

After a long struggle, exhaustion and weakness welled up all over his body, and Romon struggled to open a box containing food, which had been forgotten from frequent experiments.

Romon devoured it, and after eating, let out a long breath.

Romon struggled to drag the sacks of wheat seeds from the basement one by one, and his leather boots made a heavy footstep sound when they touched the marble floor.

When I got to the top, I was greeted by a piece of light, and when I looked up at the window, I saw the sun was born, and the golden light was shining into the hall.

At this moment, the key to the hall opened, and in came Luo Li with a bell, her name was also Bell (translated at this time), and at this time, she suddenly saw Luo Meng.

"Sir, you haven't slept all night?" the girl stammered, her eyes catching the bloodshot Romon at all.

Romon didn't answer the question, but immediately said, "When Fudy comes, I'll give him these wheat seeds, understand?"

"Yes, sir!" the bell rang.

Romon no longer understood her, there was a small hall on the side of the hall, it was the lounge, there was a small bed in it, of course, it was not as comfortable as the main building, but at this time, Romon was not picky, he threw himself on the bed, as if he was about to sink into the soft mattress, and made a sound of satisfaction.

Just when he was about to fall asleep, suddenly, a pair of small hands, along Romong's shoulders, roamed around the various parts and muscles of his back, sometimes pinching, sometimes beating, suddenly, soreness and comfort appeared at the same time, it was really gentle and moderate, soft and hard.

Luo Meng glanced at it and saw that the bell was massaging hard, and because of the force, the snow-white face was flushed with pink, which looked particularly dazzling in the morning light.

A trace of the girl's youthful breath, floating in the air, Luo Meng's expression, gradually eased, not much time, he snorted and fell asleep, after a while, the girl "ah" sounded, withdrew her hand.

In a moment, someone came in.

"Who?" she said, pretending to be calm.

"Bell, my lord told me to come to him this morning. Fudy said.

"Oh, I already know this, and my lord commanded me to give it to you. Bell gestured to the sack.

Fudy looked over and saw the sack, and Romon resting on the bed, smiled and nodded, he lowered his body, released the sack, and suddenly, the wheat seed appeared, and there were a lot of wheat stalks mixed in it.

This is completely fresh, Fudy knows it at a glance, touches it, he shows a confused expression, but remembering the huge basement cultivation soil, he understands it again, the mystery of the druid, who knows?

Thousands of acres of land, divided into three plots, only 300 acres of wheat fields are planted, and the other two plots are planted with other year's crops, but it is estimated that these seeds can only meet one-third of the wheat fields.

The people take food as the sky, so let's plant it today, and then talk to the adults in the evening, this wheat seed can't meet the need!

Fudy didn't say anything, but went back, and a moment later a few men came in, and as light as they could, they moved the wheat seeds out, and outside, anxious tenants were waiting for them, and they were greeted at once.

The farmland is starting to get busy...... All this seems to have nothing to do with the sleeping Romone.

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