Fang Xiu looked at the unimpressed students in front of him, his expression was as usual, and he turned to leave.

The students who can enter the T-shaped class of Mingxiu Academy are either rich or expensive, they have been rich and jade food since they were children, and they are highly loved, and they have no feeling for the suffering of the world.

It is more educational than forcing them to study in the academy and letting them go to the fields to cultivate and experience the suffering of ordinary people.

Even if they can't change their ways, they will be treated as waste.

It is better to let them cultivate more land than to stay in Mingxiu Academy to harm Mr. Scourge and other students.

The other side.

The students in the T-shaped class are still rejoicing that they have escaped a catastrophe.

When Fang Xiu walked away, they immediately whispered.

"I thought I would be punished, but I didn't expect to just go to work in the fields, Lao Tzu has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, doing some farm work, and he is not ready to be caught!"

"Those sanctimonious scholars often talk about the people's suffering, how difficult it is for the people, and also say that they are miserable and difficult because they have been oppressed by our big families, and I thought that Fang Xiang could have different opinions from those scholars, but I didn't expect it to be the same."

A young man in brocade clothes took out a folding fan from his arms and shook it gently.

He is the youngest son of Liu Zhao, a household servant, named Liu Bin.

Although he is not very old, he always looks old-fashioned when he talks.

Born in a scholarly family, several brothers easily won the promotion, and the eldest brother was a high school jinshi.

His father was a household official, and it stands to reason that if he concentrates on his studies, not to mention his promising future, he will definitely be able to achieve something.

However.

For as long as he can remember, he didn't like to read or practice martial arts, and only thought about business.

I studied some skills that only businessmen would use.

There is no doubt that this kind of behavior is simply insulting in the eyes of Mr. Liu.

Three times and twice persuaded him to study hard and study the scriptures of the saints.

Every time he said yes, he turned his head and studied the way of business.

When I was nine years old.

Old man Liu was promoted to the head of the household department, and immediately sent his youngest son to study in the country.

Who would have thought that less than three days after entering the Guozijian, his youngest son would actually do business with the students in the main hall in front of the statues of the saints.

The sugar gourds sold outside are a string of three cents, a total of six.

He bought a sugar gourd and turned the skewers into one, six cents a piece.

In this way, a string of sugar gourds made double the copper coins directly after he made such a mess.

If it weren't for the conflict between him and other students in Guozi Prison, he would have been exposed.

The sacrificial wine of Guozijian and the doctors did not know that one of his nine-year-old children had brought the smell of copper to the cultural hall of Daqian.

After this incident.

At a young age, Liu Bin understood a truth.

If you want to do business, you have to get along with the people around you.

Otherwise, I don't know when, someone else will stab you in the back.

After a period of time, he began to socialize with his classmates who had been conflicting with each other and expand new business.

In just one year, he turned the one tael of silver given to him by his father into ten taels, which can not be described as a genius in business.

It's a pity that later in the process of a transaction, he was bumped into by a doctor of arithmetic from Izuku.

This time, his business in Guozijian was completely over.

At that time, Cheng Zhengdao, the priest of the country, expelled the son of the household official from the country.

After Liu Bin returned home, he was naturally beaten severely.

Even so, he still did not give up his business.

Until now, I am fifteen years old, and I have been studying for several years, but I have not learned anything, but I am earning more and more money.

His father, Liu Zhao, the household servant, really had no choice, so he thought of sending him to the newly opened Mingxiu Academy opened by His Majesty and the Prime Minister.

It is hoped that after receiving the teachings of His Majesty and Fang Xiang, he will be able to learn his way back, change his ways, study hard, and at least be one of them in the future.

It's just that.

What Liu Zhao didn't know was that his son, who had just entered the academy for less than ten days, was sent to the field by the prime minister, not to mention the four books and five classics, even the words may not be able to be seen.

"Brother Liu is right! The people have a fart relationship with us! The food and clothing we eat and wear are all given by our fathers and mothers, not by those poor people! This can also be blamed on our heads, it's just unreasonable! ”

On the side, some students heard Liu Bin's words and echoed loudly.

Seeing that someone agreed with him, Liu Bin raised his eyebrows, revealing a touch of pride, and said in a tone that did not belong to his age:

"In my opinion, the reason why the vast majority of people are poor is because they are stupid and lazy, but if they are smarter, how can they be trapped in an acre and a third of land?

This time I went to the field, I want to prove that those who have the ability can go anywhere, and the reason why those farmers are poor has nothing to do with my father and me, let alone us, they are poor, and they are completely to blame! Reading won't save them! ”

"Good! You can say that again! ”

"If you can't study, can you still farm? This time, let's let Fang Xiang take a look, we are not useless! ”

The students chimed in.

Side.

Qian Yong glanced at them and inexplicably felt ridiculous.

The son of his dignified military department Shangshu is going to farm?

What could be more ridiculous in this world?

At this moment.

He wanted to play as much as he did at home...... Young Master Ben just doesn't go, if you want to kill or chop you up! Sixteen years later, he is a good man again!

However, thinking that it was Fang Xiang's order to let them go to the fields and plough the land, he still hesitated after all.

The reason for the hesitation is not only because he is afraid of the power of the Prime Minister, but also because he is worried about the Prime Minister's promise to him.

As long as he can stay in Mingxiu Academy for a year, the Prime Minister will give him 20,000 taels of silver!

Twenty thousand taels of silver was enough for him to squander for a long time.

If you stick to it for a year, you can get so much benefit, why can't you stick to it?

It's nothing more than farming.

He is strong in martial arts, even the guards in the palace may not be able to compare with him, what is the point of farming?

Think so.

Qian Yong finally put away the idea of playing tricks and didn't make a sound.

The power and status of Fang Xiu.

If he says a word casually, countless people will take it to heart and concentrate on it.

Thus.

In just one day, Shi Ronghao of the Hanlin Academy and Yin Zhao Zhengrong of Chang'an Mansion joined forces to send the twenty-seven teenagers of the T-shaped class to seven different villages.

Among them, Qian Yong, Liu Bin and the other two teenagers were sent to a village called Liji Village.

Liji Village is a large village on the outskirts of Chang'an, enough to accommodate four teenagers.

When it comes.

The officers of the Yamen of Chang'an Mansion explained some matters to the villagers.

Whoever these young men live in, they will work for.

If they don't work, they can't be fed.

If you play tricks and put on your identity, don't be afraid, there are big people to support them.

These villagers don't know what a big man is, and in their opinion, the errand officer of the Yamen of Chang'an Mansion is already a big person.

What the officials of Chang'an Mansion ordered, they would never dare not do it!

Since the Servant told them to do it, they had to do it!

Thus.

The four teenagers didn't eat anything on their first night in Liji Village.

In fact, it's not just that they don't get something to eat.

There are only a handful of people in the village who make fires and cook.

Following.

Early morning.

The crowing of chickens and the barking of dogs are mixed together, waking up teenagers who have come to an unfamiliar environment.

I was in a trance for a while.

Only then did they realize that they had left the city and had come to the village.

From today onwards, they will have to work in the fields, otherwise they will have nothing to eat.

"This solar term, neither sow nor harvest in autumn, what work needs to be done in the field?"

"If we don't live, won't we starve to death?"

"What's there to be afraid of, Brother Qian is here, it's a big deal to take us out hunting, let's eat meat, and let those people watch!"

The four teenagers gathered together, laughing and chatting.

This time.

A dark-skinned girl appeared in front of them and said timidly: "Brother, Eye asked me to call you to work in the fields together." ”

This short-looking, rough-skinned girl is named Aning.

Last night, four teenagers were boarding at her home.

"Working in the fields? What do you do? ”

A teenager asked curiously.

A Ning looked restrained, lowered his head, shook his head gently, and whispered: "I don't know ......."

The four teenagers glanced at each other, said no more, and said, "Lead the way." ”

They came to work in the fields.

If they don't live, what do they eat and drink?

No matter what kind of work, just do it.

With such thoughts.

The boys followed Aning to the head of the village.

As far as the eye can see, there is a piece of green, and I don't know what is planted.

On the ridge of the field, a white-haired old man wearing a vest walked in the field with a basket.

"Old man, what do you want us to do?"

A teenager walked up and asked.

The white-haired old man raised his eyes to look at the young man, and said slowly: "You two and your forehead have pulled out this piece of grass, and you two will follow Xiao Aning to cut the grass, and then feed the sheep." ”

Weeding?

Mow?

Feed the sheep?

The four teenagers were slightly stunned, looked down at the field, and instantly made a mistake.

They don't know which weeds to pull, which ones can't be pulled, and which ones can be fed to sheep.

It seems to see the dazedness of several teenagers.

The white-haired old man said, "You follow the forehead, and the forehead will tell you, which grass to pull out and which to keep." ”

Xiao A-Ning on the side also nodded slightly, saying that he would teach them to recognize which grasses sheep can eat and which ones sheep can't eat.

Seeing this, the four teenagers were inexplicably upset.

I thought that farming was just a matter of sowing seeds into the ground and waiting until autumn to harvest them.

However, this does not seem to be the case.

Something like hoeing, they hadn't even thought about it before.

Although he was irritable in his heart, he looked unconcerned on his face, and said, "Okay, just do as you say." ”

Seeing this, the white-haired old man didn't say anything more, took Qian Yong and another teenager, and began to hoe in the field.

While hoeing the grass, I told them how to make it more labor-saving, which is grass and which is food.

He also told them what to do if they were bitten by a bug in the ground.

"This old man talks a lot!"

Qian Yong was hoeing the grass and slandering in his heart.

Just know which grasses to remove.

What else is there to say?

Isn't it enough to concentrate on your work?

It's just such a small piece of land, and it won't take him an hour to finish it alone!

Thinking so, Qian Yong didn't want to pay attention to the old man at all, just worked hard.

Minutes and seconds passed.

The sun gradually rose in the west.

The scorching sun shone on the field, making the two teenagers sweat.

In less than a stick of incense, the silk clothes on his body were already soaked.

Obviously, I looked at the field that was not very big, but I didn't even do half of it well.

Qian Yong has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and at this moment he feels that his body can still hold it, but his arm is a little sore.

Another teenager from a merchant family felt dizzy, his whole body was sore and weak, and it became extremely difficult to even raise his hand.

"You two rest, and the rest will do the rest."

At this time, the white-haired old man seemed to see the tiredness of the two.

When the two teenagers heard this, they were stunned at first, and then looked at the white-haired old man.

At this time, they found that although the white-haired old man's speed of work was not as fast as the two of them, he had worked under the sun for so long, and he did not show the slightest fatigue, and the whole person was full of energy!

"What's the matter with this old man? I don't get tired without rest for such a long time! ”

The young man from a businessman looked at the old man in shock, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

Qian Yong, on the other hand, frowned, ignored the old man, and continued to work.

Obviously, he was fighting the old man.

He didn't believe that he had been practicing martial arts since he was a child, even if he was placed in the new army, he could be regarded as a good hand, and he could be a general, how could he not even compare to an old man with gray hair!

"Brother Qian, I really don't have the strength, why don't we rest?"

The young man who was born in a businessman looked at Qian Yong and said with a bitter face.

"To rest, you rest by yourself, don't pull me."

Qian Yong said while working.

When the young man heard this, he stopped persuading, sat down on the ground, and rested on his own.

Over time.

The sun is getting hotter and hotter.

The boy sat on the ground, feeling tightness in his chest and shortness of breath, unable to breathe.

And the white-haired old man and Qian Yong are still buried in their work.

After a stick of incense.

Qian Yong gradually felt powerless, and his arms couldn't help trembling.

This kind of feeling is very familiar to him, and after practicing sword practice for a long time on weekdays, he will have such a feeling.

"I don't know how many are left."

Qian Yong shook his arm and raised his eyes to look ahead.

The rest of the fields that have not yet been hoeed are not much, but at least it will take two or three sticks of incense.

After two or three sticks of incense, even if he gritted his teeth, he might not be able to finish it.

"This old thing, did you deliberately make so many fields and let us two work!"

Qian Yong frowned, looked at the white-haired old man, and gritted his teeth.

The other side.

The white-haired old man was still squatting, concentrating on his work, his face was not red, he was not panting, and he looked more than a little better than Qian Yong's state!

"I don't believe it, I can't even compare to an old man!"

Qian Yong looked at the old man, gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and continued to work.