"It turns out that Brother Gu is here."

Hong Fan said with a smile.

He glanced into the bowl.

Underneath is white rice, topped with boiled water spinach and three palm-length pieces of white-cut pork with two knives.

Most of the meal has been eaten, but only half of the pork is missing.

When Gu Yixin saw Hong Fan, he hurriedly got up, but his mouth was full of food, so he nodded as a greeting.

"I'm almost healed from my injuries, and I'd like to ask them if there's anything I can do to help."

Hong Fan said with a smile.

"I don't know where they are."

Gu Yixin chewed, swallowed, and replied.

"But there's one big thing you can definitely help with."

"What's the matter?"

Hong Fan immediately asked.

"The rice will be harvested in the field for the next two days."

Gu Yixin grinned.

"Harvesting rice?"

Hong Fan was a little dazed.

As a master at the pinnacle of the power realm, the major events he expected could be war, assassination, interception, and intelligence.

I didn't think about cutting rice.

"Yes, isn't it big to cut rice?"

The ancient meaning is a matter of course.

"The autumn harvest is the most important event in the world."

This was beyond Hong Fan's expectations.

But even if it is a strong martial artist, he has to admit that this is not bad.

Hong Fan nodded silently.

"Great, since you are willing to help, come to the town at sunrise tomorrow and wait for me......"

Gu Yixin said, squatting down again and continuing to pick up rice.

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The moon sets and the sun rises, and the trance is just the kung fu of dipping the pillow.

On the day of the autumn harvest, the atmosphere in Longchuan Town is very different from usual.

The morning glow had not yet completely faded, and the dark-skinned peasants had already gone out, as if they were about to rush to the battlefield.

The sickle is sharpened brightly.

The sackcloth is tied tightly on top of the head to protect it from the sun.

The excessively scorching sun is also one of the enemies.

When Hong Fan arrived, Gu Yixin was already waiting.

This time he wore a linen robe over his short coat and carried a gun in his hand.

This is the first time Hong Fan has seen Gu Yixin's troops.

The pole is two meters long and is clearly new; The tip of the spear is a foot narrow, with edges on both sides, and it looks like it is often polished.

Looking closely, there was no murderous aura, and there was no chill oozing.

"This is the gun that is often mentioned on the Tianjiao list?"

Hong Fan asked.

"Yes, the spear head picked up on the ancient battlefield, and the wooden handle that was later matched."

Gu Yixin replied.

"What's its name?"

Hong Fan asked again.

"What's the name?"

The ancient meaning is new, and its meaning is not understood.

"I mean the name of the gun."

Hong Fan pointed.

Gu Yixin suddenly smiled.

"Guns are just dead things, where can they be named?"

"If you want to call it on weekdays, just say mine, his, this, that, isn't it enough?"

He stood with his gun and pointed to the north with his chin.

"Let's go."

"These two days are precious, and it is important to work in the fields."

The new collar of the ancient meaning is ahead.

Hong Fan also followed him, following the flow of three or two, and simultaneously towards the rice field behind the town.

In the middle of the day, the stems and leaves of the millet withered, the grains hardened, and the bright yellow ears hung deeper.

Some of the fields were cracked with mud from the bottom.

"Why is there no water in the rice fields?"

Hong Fan was taken aback.

"It is said that Liangzhou grows wheat, and it is true."

Gu Yixin said with a smile.

"It is true that the paddy fields should store water, but generally only for three months, and the water should be released when the heading is pulled."

"In my hometown of Shengzhou, fish are still raised in the mountain terraces – usually carp."

"The depth of the water is no more than three inches, and the fry grow to exactly three or four inches in three months, and it is delicious to smoke and eat."

Straw sandals stepped on the ridge, and he seemed to have returned home, and his voice was far lighter and smoother than usual.

In the distance, the peasants scattered left and right, and they had thrown off their arms and started to work.

Only there are a lot of people gathered behind the two.

"Let's do it too!"

The ancient and new words were eager, signaling everyone to get out of the way, unload the gun from their shoulders, and go to the field.

Before Hong Fan could come back to his senses, a spear stabbed out quickly, just cutting off the rows of rice, leaving neat stubble.

There was a wave of admiration in the wind.

After the second and third shots, the people who watched the excitement had dispersed and went about their own business.

Obviously, this scene is not new.

For a while, only Hong Fan was left on the ridge, so that he felt as if he was a variegated color in a painting scroll and a murmur in the trumpet.

"Brother Gu, what do you want me to do?"

He asked urgently.

"I've heard that you control the sand freely, and the subtlety of the changes is far better than the hands of people."

Gu Yixin proposed.

"Why don't I cut it, and you sort it up and tie it up behind me?"

Hong Fan responded in one bite.

It's not that hard in the first place.

He followed the example of the peasants in the field next door, rolled up the sand streams, and formed the stalks into bundles one after another.

The two cooperated, and the efficiency was comparable to that of the large agricultural machinery in the previous life, and soon more than ten acres of land were cleared.

When Hong Fan looked back again, the fields he had stepped on were already full of old women and children who were gleaning.

Mechanical labor makes people focus.

It was not until the sun rose into the middle of the sky that the two rested for the first time.

Next to the official road, there is still half a tank of well water left in the pre-filled water tank, and there is a gourd scoop floating in it.

Gu Yixin drank a scoop of himself, scooped another scoop and handed it to Hong Fan.

Under the cold water, the two found the shade of a tree on the ridge and sat with a few old farmers.

Lunch was six hardbreads, no different from the crowd.

"The sun is too big, and the food will be spoiled for three or four hours."

Gu Yixin explained, handing over three.

Hong Fan waved his hand indifferently to take it, and as soon as the flames were strong, the cake was steaming.

When his six cakes were hot, he helped the rest of them with a hand, and received a few extra restrained smiles full of folds.

The cake is still delicious.

But Hong Fan just ate two bites peacefully, and then he couldn't eat it - the child next door was pinching the cold cookcake and looking at it.

The warrior is not bad for this meal.

He simply stopped eating and got up to take care of them one by one.

After a half-hour break, the afternoon work continued as usual.

The grain was cut and bundled, and then transported to the threshing floor in various ways—shoulder-picked, cart-pushed, donkey-packed.

As soon as Shen Shi arrived, Duan Tiannan also flew down from outside the sky.

Under the attention of everyone, he carried the bales of grain like a small mountain bag back and forth between the field and the dragon, and killed the tractor with high efficiency.

However, after only five or six round-trips, the only Yuan Ci of the Baisheng Army was stumped by something and did not come back.

"Is this going to threshing?"

Hong Fan asked Gu Yixin.

"Not so fast."

The latter replied.

"The millet will be ripe after cutting, and it will be piled up for ten or eight days after it is put on the field, and the yield can be more."

"After that, it's to dry, and then use livestock to threak and thresh - not to mention the grain, those poles and grasses are also treasures, and they have to be stacked and stacked, and they can ......be used in the cold winter."

Gu Yixin patiently explained.

Hong Fan listened with relish.

He had never been exposed to agricultural production in two lifetimes, and after a day of labor, it was as if he had discovered a second world.

A world buried under the transcendent martial arts, supporting heaven and earth.

As Gu Yixin said, farming is the most important and basic thing.

However, according to what Hong Fan has heard and seen in the past two years, this matter is insulated from the martial artist.

The crops are to the people what the people are to the warriors.

It's not even as good as.

Farmers also need to tend to the crops, pull weeds and fertilize; But warriors don't need to think about anything other than violence.

There will be another group of mortals who will take care of those things for them.

Two quarters after the hour (half past seven o'clock in the evening), the sun melted in the clouds, dyeing the sunset.

This is the end of the day's work in the busy farming season.

(End of chapter)