At the end of October, the summer heat finally dissipated a little, and the rice mills worked around the clock, immersing the whole village in the roar of the harvest.

In late summer and early autumn, it is busy farming.

In the vast rice fields shimmering with broken gold, the ears of rice bulge with heavy bellies, and the air is filled with the fragrance of earth and plants.

Bai Su wore a straw hat on his head and white line labor protection gloves on his hands, leading his little cousin who had just entered junior high school to harvest rice in the field.

Bai Qiuqiu wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead with his little dark hands, sighed and said, "It's not a year, what kind of holidays, it's better to study in school." ”

The sun in autumn is not much milder than in summer.

complained on his lips, but the work in Bai Qiuqiu's hands did not fall at all.

Bai Su smiled and said, "The harvest is the biggest festival of the year." ”

He casually put a few grains of Ying Guo into his mouth, crushed them with his teeth, and savored the mellow aroma of rice and the astringency of grass.

These golden and plump rice fruits, after threshing, screening, drying and other processes, will become an important staple food for every meal, rice.

Bai Su's hometown is one of the most important food producing areas in the south, and the people here have an innate worship of the land.

After failing the public examination in World War II, Bai Su felt more and more that he was out of place in the busy big city, so he simply packed his luggage and went back to his hometown to help his uncle farm.

Bai Su's parents died early, and it was his uncle's family who farmed the land for him to study, and because of his love for land and food, he lived up to expectations and was admitted to the best agricultural university in China, and went to the laboratory in the big city to learn scientific planting.

It's just that his life has been going round and round for more than 20 years, and now he has returned to this golden rice field, and took his uncle's son to the field to harvest rice, just like one spring more than ten years ago, when Bai Su's parents just died, his uncle took him to sow seeds in the field, hoping that the grain harvest would make them earn some money and pay the tuition fees for the young Bai Su.

The land is always unreservedly given to those who believe in it.

In the endless golden rice fields, many half-grown boys are sweating under the leadership of their fathers and brothers, while the girls and the elders of the family carefully tie the ears of rice and bring them back to the village for processing.

Bai Qiuqiu learned the moves that seemed to be in the martial arts film, and waved a few times the lawn mowing sickle that was obviously one size smaller: "I'm in middle school, why do you still use the small one for me." He looked at the "adult model" in Bai Su's hand and said.

Bai Su looked at the scythe in his hand and sneered: "You used the one I used when I was a child, and it is older than you." ”

The schools in the village do not follow only statutory holidays like in the city, and during many agricultural seasons, children are given appropriate holidays to participate in the work together with the adults in the family.

The principal of Bai Qiuqiu School was Bai Su's Chinese teacher back then.

Bai Su still remembers that the Chinese teacher was the first to buy a hulling machine in the village, more than ten years ago, on a summer night, in a piece of rice fragrance and frog calls, the rice husk flies, rice bran everywhere, Bai Su for the first time experienced what is called "rice flowers say a good year, listen to the sound of frogs." ”。

This year, the rain is abundant, the grain is abundant, the whole village is spinning, the men are cutting the rice, the women are shedding their husks, and they dare not stop for a moment, for fear of delaying the harvest and living up to the beauty of nature.

"Bai Su - the big baby of the Bai family!" The call with a strong local accent came from afar.

Hearing this, Bai Su hurriedly straightened up, beckoned to the old village party secretary who was walking quickly, and said, "Uncle, I'm here." ”

Bai Su is tall and well-proportioned, his thin muscles make him look energetic, his skin follows his mother, he is fair and bright, and he can't tan no matter how he tans, which is in stark contrast to Bai Qiuqiu, who has been black since he was young.

"Wow, you can run away from me." The old village party secretary gasped and said, "Go back to the village and take a look, you will repair the machine, right?" What kind of machine is that Piemu, just that rice mill, and it doesn't move! ”

Oshima hulling machine PMJ20, the whole village is just such an imported product, the gold is expensive.

Bai Su nodded and responded: "I know how to cultivate, I taught it in school." ”

Related to agriculture, he is more or less proficient, and if there is any tricky situation on weekdays, the villagers will ask him for help.

Hearing him say this, the old village party secretary was relieved.

The processing work after harvesting the rice is particularly important, and after the stubble is completed, it is necessary to start the next round of sowing without stopping, and the machine can work much faster than the manual work.

As soon as the autumn equinox passed, the day was shorter, and seeing that the sun was about to set, Bai Su hurriedly put down the work in his hand, greeted Bai Qiuqiu, and was about to go back to the village to repair the machine.

Bai Qiuqiu was reluctant to go with him.

"Cousin, you go back first, I'll harvest two more stubbles and go back." Although the little boy loves to complain on his lips, he is very precious in his heart about these hard-won food.

The family eats, he reads, but it all depends on these rice.

Bai Su didn't force him, most of the children in the countryside were sensible early, and Bai Qiuqiu, who was in his teens, could already reassure adults.

So Bai Su put his straw hat on Bai Qiuqiu's head, briefly instructed two words, and still held the ears of rice in his hand, and walked towards the village at the urging of the old village party secretary.

Bai Su knew that when he returned to his hometown in the countryside to farm, in addition to raising his uncle and aunt, the happiest thing was the old village party secretary who also watched him grow up.

When his uncle and aunt were busy with farm work when he was a child, Bai Su ate some hundred family meals, and the most frequent one was the old village party secretary.

The old village party secretary knew about Bai Su's previous public examination, so he mentioned it to him a few times and asked him to take over the position of his village party secretary, which is also an official!

In fact, Bai Su didn't want to "be an official", he took the public entrance examination, just because in the concept of the general public, the iron rice bowl is the best.

After the defeat of World War II, Bai Su returned to the countryside in discouragement, took off his shoes, and stepped barefoot into the paddy field to plant rice like a child, he suddenly realized that he had a skill that could grow food with his own hands to support himself - he had a sturdy iron rice bowl many years ago.

The sun is sinking in the west, and the canopy of the orchid is a bright galaxy that has never been seen in the city, Bai Su walked on the winding country road, remembering the golden machine in the village, one was not careful, his feet were empty, and his whole body was planted in the ridge uncontrollably.

The golden light flashed, and Bai Su didn't even have time to scream before he disappeared in place in an instant.

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Eastern Continent, the capital of the Wink Empire, and a small town of Boeing.

Bai Su's face was like earth, his eyes were red, and it took him a whole night to do mental construction before he finally accepted that he seemed to have crossed this reality.

Bai Su clearly remembered that the moment the weightlessness came, the rice ear pinched in his hand suddenly burst out with a golden light, and then the sky swirled.

As if someone had hooked his navel with a cold iron hook, Bai Su's consciousness gradually blurred during the long vomiting shock.

After a long time, when he opened his eyes again, he saw a sky full of stars.

But the buildings around him were not what he was familiar with.

On the low hills, wooden huts with red roofs and white walls are scattered, like mushrooms with round heads and round brains, and occasionally a few faint candles; Almost every house is surrounded by small yards, connected by narrow paths dotted with wildflowers and cobblestones; The river runs through the entire area, and the arched bridge stands in the middle, like a magical town in a fairy tale.

The subtle sound of insects added vivid colors to the town, and a breeze blew, and Bai Su smelled the faint fragrance of flowers mixed with water vapor.

The sight clearly had nothing to do with his hometown in the countryside.

Bai Su stupidly looked at the European-style buildings looming at night, pinched his arm with his hand, grinned in pain, and immediately determined that he was not dreaming.

He was standing in what was barely a garden, headless and thoughtless, trying to pull the camera out of the sparse lawn.

Unsuccessfully, he walked into the two-story wooden house behind him, and finally found a few candles after groping for a long time.

Delicate carved tea sets, rustic sofas and curtains, ancient swords hanging on the walls and maps on the tables...... All indicate that Bai Su has really come to a strange place.

As early as in the strange body feeling after the fall, he vaguely realized that he seemed to have encountered something that modern science could not explain.

- Crossing.

Bai Su found a glass mirror in the bathroom, and through it, he saw his miserable appearance of being ragged and depressed.

He turned on the faucet and washed his face.

Stirred by the cold water, he calmed down in an instant.

Bai Su carefully tiptoed and checked every corner of the house, and did not see a single living person, but the house was extremely clean, the table top was not dusty, and the bed was soft and fluffy, as if it had just been sunbathed in the daytime.

Where did the owner of the house go?

Anyway, this place is empty now, which just gives Bai Su a little buffer for the newcomer.

The maps on the table and the hand-bound books on the shelves are all in Chinese, and Bai Su couldn't help but complain, sure enough, the whole world is speaking Chinese.

All night, Bai Su was at war with his own celestial beings.

His mind kept screaming what the hell this place I was going home, but his body was extremely calm, mechanically soaking up information so that he could fit in as safely as possible into the environment and not be noticed by the people here about his anomaly.

Thinking of this, Bai Su said sorry to the owner who didn't know where, and then without hesitation, he took a few suitable clothes from the wardrobe in the bedroom and changed them, and hid his original clothes under the bed board.

Although the style of the clothes is a little cumbersome, the men's clothes are not complicated after all, and changing into a loose short coat in a somewhat medieval European style, Bai Su still holds the ear of rice that comes with him tightly in his hand, as if this is his spiritual pillar.

He prayed that perhaps there would be an opportunity to return to his original world under the blessing of the god of rice.

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Early in the morning, to the cheerful sound of birdsong, the day in Boeing Town officially begins.

Bai Su was leaning on the window on the second floor and peeking.

Not far away, a figure walked by in a red mushroom-like wooden house, a chubby woman holding a bamboo basket, sending the naughty child out of the door, and back inside, after a while, a thin mist drifted out of the chimney, Bai Su opened the window a crack, and smelled the faint aroma of nutty bread in the air.

Bai Su rubbed his stomach, he was hungry.

He was about to go to the kitchen to see if there was anything to eat, when he saw a group of stubborn, robed and armored centaurs marching in his direction on the bank of the river in the distance.

Bai Su's eyes widened in disbelief.

The upper body of a human torso, the lower body of a horse, the waist and the shoulders of the horse naturally merge, and the four legs are strong and slender...... It is indeed a classic image of a centaur in ancient Greek mythology, and there is no difference between it and the sculpture that Bai Su has seen in art museums.

Could it be that I am traversing a magical world where humans and beasts coexist?

Bai Su's hard-managed sanity shattered again.

Bai Su, who was stunned by the scene in front of him, had just come back to his senses and found that the centaur army had already walked through the low hill and came to his house.

"Buckle, buckle—" There was a knock on the door.

"Sir, the guards do a routine check." A deep voice.

Bai Su hurriedly responded: "Please, please wait a moment!" ”

He hurried downstairs, fearing that the centaur soldiers would break in and discover his otherworldly clothes hidden under the bed in his bedroom.

Standing in front of the gate, Bai Su took a deep breath to cheer himself up, trying to stay calm.

Don't be afraid of Bai Su, you are a high-level intellectual who went to college in the city, what world have you never seen? Just a few centaurs, just a remnant of the feudal period in ancient Greece, they won't find out your secrets, you are a 985 college student, your IQ will crush these half-beast creatures.

Don't be nervous, pretend everything is normal, open the door -

Bai Su shook his hands and opened the door.

Mild morning sunlight pours indoors.

"Routine inspection by the guards." The tall centaur guard captain had his back to the light, and his height of nearly three meters shrouded Bai Su firmly in shadow, and he squinted his deep eyes and looked Bai Su up and down suspiciously.

The young man in front of him was handsome, holding a strange plant in his hand, and his expression was apprehensive.

"Sir, as far as I know, this is not a registered crop."