A deserted suburb outside the city of Quyang.

This is a rotten land where any old farmer has to sigh when he sees it, and few people stop on weekdays.

Today, this place is crowded with people, so it's not lively!

It is the busy summer season, and the farmers are too late to work in the fields, so how can they be willing to give up their precious farming time and gather together in broad daylight?

After a closer look, I found that in the middle of the front row of the crowd, it was the newly inherited Quyang Jun Miliang, surrounded by a group of pro-soldiers!

"The Lord has an order - the Cultivation Contest has officially begun!" One of the soldiers shouted.

The flag waved, and the crowd buzzed and excited.

Under the guidance of several pro-soldiers, Xiong Wuliang took a seat at the top of the place. The place has a wide view of the entire playing field.

The trees in the playing field have been cut down, and the larger rocks in the land have been dug up.

Although the initial work of reclaiming wasteland has been done, this rotten land is still a big head.

After all, it is a wasteland that has never been developed, and the soil is so compacted that even a good farmer has to sigh and scratch his head when he sees this land.

Behind Xiong Wuliang, Shi Er said flatteringly: "Lord, are you still satisfied with the villain's arrangement?" ”

Xiong Wuliang praised his head: "Not bad." ”

Shi Er immediately smiled, and his heart was as sweet as eating honey.

Ten cultivators elected by the people stood in a row with radiant faces, gearing up, attracting bursts of cheers from the onlookers.

Xiong Wuliang's cultivated land competition was publicized by Shi Eryitong, and now it is the focus of attention in the entire Quyang!

Who wouldn't want to make a splash at such a much-anticipated event?

That Shi Er really didn't lie - Xiao Junhou had already come to the referee in person!

If you can do well in the ploughing competition, you will not only have a heavy prize of 'ten golds', but also may attract the attention of the lord - in case you can be favored by this nobleman, wouldn't it be a great thing?

Each village naturally does its best to select the best farmers in the village!

"That's our player in Xigou! When it comes to farming, it's definitely a good hand! ”

"My fourth child won today!"

"You can't look at it! Look at the people we have selected in Zhao Li - they can open one acre of land a day! ”

Everyone was eye-catching.

When Xiong Wuliang heard this, he couldn't help but glance over - even in later generations, with advanced modern agricultural tools, it was only two acres of land for one day to open up the wasteland by hand.

You can use simple Warring States farm tools, one acre a day!

It's really a ruthless thing.

Xiong Wuliang stood up, and the scene soon fell silent.

"Since Mi Liang inherited the knighthood, the people's livelihood is the most important; Today's contest aims to encourage Nongsang-Er and others to plow the wasteland in front of them. Within half an hour, whoever plows an area larger than the government will be rewarded with ten gold! ”

"Do the second and third sons understand?" Xiong Wuliang is full of anger!

"I'll get it!" Ten cultivators rubbed their hands, and the onlookers also nodded.

The rules are simple! In front of everyone's eyes, you can't fake it!

Xiong Wuliang pointed casually at the team of pro-soldiers behind him: "You, fight for the government." ”

The selected soldier did not look very strong.

At least it's much worse than the ten good hands who look big and round.

The pro-soldier who was pointed out was ordered to come out of the ranks, eliciting a disappointed boo from the crowd of onlookers:

"Just this physique, also come up to compete?"

"There are no black calluses on the shoulders, a raw melon and an egg, and the result is no longer necessary."

"Huh? That's it? I think I can win on me! ”

"Presumably, the lord deliberately asked me and other farmers to win the ten gold, and encouraged us to open up the wasteland."

"Yes, yes......"

……

The people below shook their heads and looked down, but the pro-soldier did not panic at all.

The pro-soldier stepped forward, took off his armor expressionlessly, and supported today's protagonist - Qu Yuan Plow.

In order not to drop the chain at a critical moment, in the past few days, every pro-soldier has repeatedly practiced how to operate the Quyuan plow.

Although I am not proficient at the moment, I am not hand-skilled!

"Game on!" Zhong Hua gave an order!

The ten big men who had long been highly mentally concentrated immediately began to wave the rakes in their hands frantically!

In the cheers of the onlookers, the faces of the ten people turned red, and the progress was rapid!

On the other hand, on the side of the pro-soldiers, he unhurriedly straightened the Qu Yuan plow......

In fact, it is best to cooperate with oxen ploughing. If there are no ploughing cattle, at least two people should operate at the same time.

If it weren't for the fact that Qu Yangjun's personal soldiers were all battle-hardened warriors, and the strength of an ordinary person would not have been able to toss this huge Quyuan plow no matter what.

Although this pro-soldier does not look exaggerated in muscles, he is also one in a hundred strongmen!

……

At the beginning of the competition, ten cultivators sweated and took the lead!

The pro-soldiers were just unhurriedly attached to the back.

"Sure enough, the speed is too far off!" The onlookers shook their heads!

"The end is already doomed! Those ten people can take ten gold! "Some people are envious, jealous and hateful.

But soon, Qu Yuan Plough had the inertia to move forward, and the pro-soldier gradually found his touch!

Slowly start catching up!

The distance is shrinking!

……

The big man from Zhao Li was really the favorite to win the championship, rushing to the front, opening up a long distance from the second place.

But as time went on, he also felt a noticeable decrease in his speed.

After all, it is a hard work to constantly swing the plow.

But be sure to win the first place! Take the reward from the hands of the lord and glorify the ancestors!

The big man worked hard, but he felt more and more wrong.

How did the cheers get quieter?

There was still the exclamation and commotion of the onlookers, but it didn't seem to be exclaiming themselves!

The man couldn't help but slow down the movement at hand, and subconsciously glanced back.

Taken aback!

That pro-soldier is right behind him!

And the face is not red or panting, it seems that there is still room for energy!

The big man was shocked, and immediately concentrated all his attention and desperately cultivated the land.

However, the arm is getting more and more sore.

It's getting slower.

The big man watched with despair on his face as the pro-soldier overtook him at an unhurried and uniform speed, and the distance was getting farther and farther.

The onlookers roared.

Everyone can see that the soldier is a novice in farming.

But there is something strange about the plow he uses!

All eyes were on the curved plow!

……

In less than half an hour, the land prepared by Shi Er had been fully cultivated, and the game was announced to be over.

The results are already clear - the furrows that the soldiers have cultivated themselves occupy nearly half of the entire land!

The sum of the other ten cultivators is on par with the pro-soldiers!

Moreover, the furrows ploughed out by the soldiers were of the same depth and straight.

Judge from above!

The crowd of onlookers was silent.

"I declare that the arable land competition is over! The government wins! Shi Er, who presided over the event, announced loudly.

"I'm not convinced!" The man in Zhao Li was steaming all over, and he was panting when he spoke: "There must be something wrong with the tool he used!" ”

Of course, as long as they are sanity, they can see that the chic curved plow in the hands of the soldiers is strange.

"The government won, purely because the tools are better!" The man surnamed Zhao shouted angrily despite the obstruction of others.

Everyone looked at Xiong Wuliang, who was sitting in the middle of the position, worriedly, for fear that he would be angry because of the indifference between dignity and inferiority of the big man.

Shi Er, who was beside Xiong Wuliang, stood up very doggedly: "Presumptuous! This tool was designed by the Lord Monarch himself, and of course it is even better! ”

"That pro-soldier is not skilled enough to operate, otherwise it will be faster!"

There was an uproar.

It's already a top ten, and this is still unskilled?

Can it be faster?!