I, the queen and the father, start with a deer as a horse

Fang Xiu looked at the students in front of him who didn't care, looked normal, turned and left.

The students who can enter the T-class of Mingxiu Academy are either rich or noble. They have been well-clothed and loved since childhood, and they have no feeling for the suffering of the world.

Compared with forcing them to study in the academy, let them go to the fields to cultivate and experience the sufferings of ordinary people, which is more educational.

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 and harm Mr. and other students.

the other side.

The students in class T are still rejoicing that they escaped a catastrophe.

When Fang Xiu walked away, they immediately started whispering.

"I thought there would be some kind of punishment, but I didn't expect that I would just go to work in the fields. I practiced martial arts since I was a child and did some farm work. It's still easy to catch!"

"Those sanctimonious scholars often talk about the sufferings of the people, how difficult it is for the common people, and that their life is hard and difficult because they are squeezed by us big families. The same opinion, I didn’t expect it to be the same.”

A young man in brocade clothes took out a folding fan from his arms, shook it lightly, and said so.

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

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

Born in a scholarly family, the elder brothers won the Juren easily, and the elder brother was even a Jinshi in high school.

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

however.

Ever since he could remember, he didn't like reading or practicing martial arts. He only wanted to do business.

I have been studying some skills that merchants will use all day long.

Undoubtedly, in the eyes of Mr. Liu, this kind of behavior is simply an insult to the family.

He persuaded him over and over again to study hard and study the classics of sages.

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

When I was nine years old.

Mr. Liu was promoted to be the servant of the household department, and immediately sent his youngest son to the Imperial College to study.

Who would have thought that within three days after entering the Imperial College, his youngest son would actually start doing business with the students in the hall, in front of the statue of the saint.

Candied haws sold outside cost a string of three Wen coins, a total of six.

He bought candied haws and turned the skewers into pieces, which cost six Wen each.

In this way, a bunch of candied haws has directly earned double the copper coins after he fiddled with it.

If he hadn't had conflicts with other students in the Imperial College, he would have been exposed.

The sacrificial wine of the Imperial College and the doctors did not know that his nine-year-old child actually brought the smell of copper to the cultural hall of Dagan.

After this matter.

At a young age, Liu Bin understood a truth.

If you want to do business, you have to have a good relationship with the people around you.

Otherwise, at some point, someone will stab you in the back.

After a period of time, he began to socialize with classmates who had conflicts before, and expanded new business.

In just one year, he turned the one tael of silver his father gave him into ten taels, which can hardly be called a genius in business.

It's a pity that later in the process of a transaction, he was bumped into by Chu Gong's Ph.D. in mathematics.

This time, his business in Guozijian was completely over.

At that time, Guozijian sacrificed wine to Cheng Zhengdao and Cheng Daru, and tried his best to expel the son of the household minister from Guozijian.

After Liu Bin returned home, he was beaten severely.

Even so, he still hasn't given up on his way of doing business.

Until now, I am 15 years old, I have studied for several years, but I have learned nothing, but I am earning more and more money.

His father, Liu Zhao, Minister of the Household Department, had no choice but to send him to Mingxiu Academy newly opened by His Majesty and Prime Minister.

It is hoped that after being taught by His Majesty and Prime Minister Fang, he will be able to turn his back on the wrong path, correct his evil ways, study hard, and at least he will win a juren in the future.

just.

What Liu Zhao didn't know was that his son, less than ten days after he entered the academy, was sent to the fields by the Prime Minister to plow the fields, not to mention the Four Books and Five Classics, even the words may not be readable.

"Brother Liu is right! The suffering of the people has something to do with us! Our food, clothes and clothes are all given by our parents, not by the poor people! This can also be blamed on us. It's unreasonable!"

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

Seeing someone agreeing with him, Liu Bin raised his eyebrows, showing a touch of pride, and said in a tone that did not belong to his age:
"In my opinion, the reason why most people are poor is because they are stupid and lazy, but if they are smarter, how can they be trapped in an acre of land?

This time in the field, I want to prove that capable people are capable wherever they go. The reason why those farmers are poor has nothing to do with my grandfather and my father, let alone us. They are poor, and they are entirely to blame!Reading can't save them! "

"Good! Well said!"

"I can't study, but can I farm? This time, let's let Xiang Fang take a look. We are not useless!"

The students agreed one after another.

aside.

Qian Yong glanced at them, inexplicably feeling ridiculous.

The son of his majestic Minister of the Ministry of War, actually wants to farm?
Is there anything more ridiculous than this in this world?

At this moment.

He really wanted to play tricks like he did at home, but the young master didn't want to go, he wanted to kill or cut you up! Another hero after 16 years!
However, thinking that it was Fang Xiang's order to let them go to the fields to plow the land, he still hesitated after all.

The reason for his hesitation was not only because he was afraid of the prime minister's power, but also because he was thinking about the prime minister's promise to him.

As long as he can stay in Mingxiu Academy for a full year, the Prime Minister will give him 2 taels of silver!
2 taels of silver was enough for him to squander for quite a long time.

If you stick to it for a year, you can get such a big profit, why can't you stick to it?
Nothing more than farming.

He is very skilled in martial arts, even the guards in the house may not be able to match him, so what is farming?
Think so.

Qian Yong finally put away the idea of ​​playing tricks and did not make a sound.

Yi Fangxiu's power and status.

If he said a word casually, countless people would take it to heart and concentrate on doing it.

thus.

In just one day, Rong Hao, a scholar of the Hanlin Academy, joined hands with Zhao Zhengrong, the governor of Chang'an, and sent 27 teenagers from the T-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 considered a big village on the outskirts of Chang'an, enough to accommodate four teenagers.

when you come.

The servants of the government office in Chang'an explained some matters to the villagers.

These teenagers have to work for the house where they live.

If you don't work, you can't feed them.

Don't be afraid if you play tricks and put on your identity, there are big people backing them.

These villagers don't know what a big man is. In their view, the servants of the Yamen of Chang'an Mansion are already considered very big men.

They would never dare to disobey the orders of the Chang'an government officials!
Since the servant master told them to do it, they had to do it!

thus.

The first night the four teenagers came to Liji Village did not eat anything.

In fact, it wasn't just that they didn't get something to eat.

There are only a few people in the whole village who light a fire and cook.

The next day.

early morning.

The crowing of the cock and the barking of the dog are mixed together, waking up the teenagers who have come to a strange environment.

I was in a trance for a while.

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

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

"This solar term, neither sowing nor harvesting, what work needs to be done in the fields?"

"If there is no life, don't we have to starve to death?"

"There's nothing to be afraid of. Brother Qian is here. At worst, he will take us out hunting. Let's eat meat and let those people watch!"

The four teenagers gathered together, laughing and chatting.

at this time.

A dark-skinned girl appeared in front of them, and said timidly, "Brother, Grandpa asked me to ask you to go work in the fields together."

This girl with a short stature and rough skin is named Aning.

Last night, the four teenagers were boarding at her home.

"Going to work in the fields? What kind of work?"

A teenager asked curiously.

Aning looked cautious, lowered his head, shook his head lightly, and whispered: "I don't know either."

The four teenagers looked at each other, said no more, "Lead the way."

They come to the fields to work.

If not alive, what would they eat and drink?
No matter what the job is, just do it.

With this thought in mind.

The teenagers followed Aning to the village.

Looking around, there is a piece of green, and I don't know what it is planting.

On the field ridge, a white-haired old man in a vest was walking in the field carrying a basket.

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

A young man walked up and asked.

The white-haired old man raised his eyes to look at the young man, and said slowly: "You two pulled out the weeds in this piece of grass, you two will follow little Aning to mow the grass, and you will feed the sheep later."

weed?

Mowing?

Feed the sheep?

The four teenagers were slightly taken aback, looked down at the field, and were instantly troubled.

They couldn't tell which were weeds to be pulled out, which were grains that could not be pulled out, and which were grasses that could be fed to sheep.

It seems to be able to see the bewilderment of several teenagers.

The white-haired old man said: "Follow me, I will tell you which weeds to pull out and which ones to keep."

Little Aning on the side also nodded slightly, expressing that he would teach them which grasses sheep can eat and which grasses cannot be eaten by sheep.

Seeing this, the four teenagers were inexplicably upset.

I thought that farming was just spreading seeds in the ground and waiting until autumn to harvest.

However, that doesn't seem to be the case.

Things like weeding had never occurred to them before.

Although he was irritable in his heart, he had a look of indifference on his face, and said: "Okay, I will do as you say."

Seeing this, the white-haired old man stopped talking, took Qian Yong and another boy, and started weeding in the field.

While weeding, tell them how to do it more labor-saving, which ones are grass and which ones are food.

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

"This old man talks a lot!"

While weeding, Qian Yong cursed in his heart.

Just know which weeds to get rid of.

What else is there to say?

Don't you just concentrate on your work?
With such a small piece of land, he can finish it by himself in less than an hour!

Thinking of this, Qian Yong didn't want to pay attention to the old man at all, and just kept working hard.

Time passed minute by minute.

The sun gradually rose from 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 looking at the field that is not too big, it took a full half an hour, but even half of it was not done well.

Qian Yong has practiced martial arts since he was a child, and now he feels that his body can still hold on, but his arms are a little sore.

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

"You two rest, and do the rest."

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

The two teenagers were startled when they heard this, and then looked at the white-haired old man.

At this time, they realized that although the white-haired old man's work speed was not as fast as the two of them, after working in the sun for so long, he did not see the slightest fatigue and was full of energy!
"What's the matter with this old man? You won't be tired if you don't rest for such a long time!"

The young man who was born in a businessman looked at the old man in shock, not knowing what to say for a moment.

But Qian Yong frowned, ignored the old man, and continued to work.

Obviously, he was competing with the old man.

He didn't believe that since he practiced martial arts since he was a child, even if he was placed in the new army, he could be regarded as a good fighter. If he could become a general, how could he be inferior to an old man with gray hair!

"Brother Qian, I'm really out of strength, why don't we take a break?"

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

"Take a break, rest yourself, don't drag me along."

Qian Yong said while working.

Hearing this, the young man stopped persuading him, and sat down on the ground, resting on his own.

As time goes by.

The sun is getting hotter and hotter.

Sitting on the ground, the teenager felt chest tightness and shortness of breath, unable to breathe.

The white-haired old man and Qian Yong were still working hard.

After a stick of incense.

Qian Yong gradually felt powerless, and his arms trembled uncontrollably.

He is very familiar with this feeling, and it will appear after practicing sword practice for a long time on weekdays.

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

Qian Yong shook his arms and raised his eyes to look forward.

The remaining fields that have not been weeded may not look like many, but at least it will take two or three sticks of incense.

In the time of two or three sticks of incense, even if he gritted his teeth, he might not be able to finish the job.

"This old thing, did you make so many fields on purpose and let us 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, and he was not panting. He seemed to be in better condition than Qian Yong!
"I don't believe it anymore, 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.

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new.