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Chapter 11: Meat and wine is a good thing

It's not that Yang Liang doesn't cherish his life, it's that he can't do such a job without giving up his life.

The sun hung high above his head, and his bare feet were in the soil. Yang Liang's big hands were now covered with calluses because he was used to holding a hoe.

He couldn't help but recall that in his previous life, he was sitting in an air-conditioned room. The air conditioner at 26 degrees Celsius felt hot and the air conditioner at 25 degrees Celsius felt cold.I abstain from oil, salt and carbohydrates for three meals a day. Nowadays, lard fried rice makes me so greedy that I bite off my tongue.

Two lives are human beings.

The farmers were busy in the fields, clearing the furrows in the fields from one end to the other.

The white water flows in along the furrows, and the wheat seedlings in the field absorb the water as if they have exhausted their strength.

The farmers in the fields gradually became tired and bent over. With the sun hanging above their heads, people only felt that it was getting hotter and hotter.

"Zhao Tou, can we get something to eat on the hour?"

A long-term worker nicknamed Wang Laoliu said: "You can't survive with two meals a day doing this kind of work."

"Yes, yes."

The farmhands in the field all agreed: "I'm so tired that I can't even straighten up. Please talk to the master and take care of our meal."

At noon, the long-term workers in the field gathered together and complained to Zhao Quan.

"alright."

Zhao Quan was shaking a cattail leaf fan in his hand, and his face was sweating, so he was half-naked:
"I know what you are thinking. I know that the master's family is tight this time, so I want to take advantage of the opportunity to blackmail you and ask for an extra bowl of rice.

Everyone, let's work first. When the afternoon gets cooler and the master comes, I will talk to you. "

"Zhao Tou, what are you talking about? We all rely on our strength to eat, and we don't beg for food from anyone." Wang Laoliu said: "Come and try this kind of work and see if you can peel off a layer of skin.

The key is that if we don’t eat, we won’t have the energy to work, right? "

"Yes, yes, you go and talk to the master."

Everyone said something to each other, talking non-stop around Zhao Quan.

Zhao Quan wiped the sweat from his face and felt even hotter in his heart:
"I'm also a servant running errands. Why do you have to make things difficult for me?" Zhao Quan said: "Okay, okay, I'll go for a run. You continue to work. Don't stop."

As soon as Zhao Quan left, everyone sat down in the wheat field, drinking water and wiping sweat.

"Everyone listen to me, and when the master's family comes, they will go with me to make trouble. They only have seven days and cannot afford to delay. If the trouble is over, maybe we will still have meat to eat." Wang Laoliu said.

"Brother Lao Liu still has a way." Brother Veteran said, "We all listen to you."

Wang Laoliu and Ma Jindao were sitting on the ridge of the field, looking in high spirits.

Yang Liang also sat on the ridge of the field, put down the hoe in his hand, turned off his talent of not knowing whether to live or die, and began to breathe and practice the rice-planting skills he had just learned.

Now I am sitting in the wheat field, with the scorching sun above my head, water is flowing into the field, and the wheat seedlings are drinking greedily.

This situation seems to have deepened his understanding of the skill of rice transplanting.

After the hard work just now, my Yangshou dropped to 71.06, and I lost another 7 days of Yangshou.

He sat in the wheat field and breathed in, and his life span became 71.08 again.

Yangshou slowly increased again.

Yang Liang touched his shriveled belly. He felt like he had two toads in his arms, croaking and croaking.

The combination of ignorance of life and death and the skill of transplanting rice are simply a powerful engine.

However, the engine also needs to burn fuel, and food is its own fuel.

Suddenly smelling a scent, Yang Liang opened his eyes wide with a hungry look in his eyes.

Looking up, I saw a small sedan floating across the green wheat field.

Behind the sedan were several maids, carrying bamboo baskets covered with blue floral cloth.

The farmers in the field suddenly gathered around him.

The landowner's mother-in-law got out of the small sedan. Her eyes were not big, but there was an evil spirit in them.She raised her hand, and several maids lifted up the blue cloth on the bamboo basket.

Below are white steamed buns and two vats of bacon.

Yang Liang clenched his fists and almost had the urge to kill someone.

Now, he can understand why someone would kill someone for a steamed bun.

This is what it feels like to be hungry, so hungry.

The other farmhands also kept swallowing their saliva, looking at the steamed buns as if they were looking at their own uncles.

"I'm so happy, so happy."

Zhao Quandao: "My master originally prepared meals for everyone, but recently there was a thief in the kitchen and all the food was stolen."

Yang Liang subconsciously touched his nose.

Zhao Quan continued: "You see, these are all freshly steamed in the kitchen. There are steamed buns and big meat, all prepared for you."

People were swallowing like crazy.

"but……"

The landowner’s mother-in-law, who had been silent all this time, said: “If there are no lazy people in the fields, whoever works more will have meat to eat.

From here on, whoever digs to the ground first will have meat to eat. "

Hearing this, the farmhands in the field picked up their hoes and started digging along the furrows.

Yang Liang's stomach was already growling. Driven by hunger, he couldn't think of anything else but steamed buns and meat.

He picked up the hoe in his hand and started digging along the ditch.

This was the power gained from burning his life, driving his body forward. He was still sweating profusely, and the sun was shining on his back, making his skin darker again.

But he seemed to have forgotten the pain and tiredness, and was just sweating profusely.

From the outside, Yang Hao seemed to have lost a lot of weight. His body was covered with a layer of skin, making him skinny and skinny.

The other farmhands were already hunched over and complaining of fatigue, but Yang Liang continued to move forward along the furrow.

The landowner's mother-in-law squinted her eyes slightly and glanced at the tense muscles on Yang Liang's back:
"Who is that man? He has some strength?"

"Mrs. Qizhen, his name is Yang Liang, from Niujia Village. He was the one who saved you from the river last time."

"Is there anyone named Yang in Niujia Village?"

"It's a single family. I think it was moved here."

"A good man should have such strength. The children at home should really be shown how a real farmer works."

"The young master is blessed with a good life, how can he bear this suffering?"

Yang Liang had already reached the end of the field. He put down his hoe. The sweat seemed to have dried, but there was a fishy smell all over his body.

The maid guarding the basket took a step back. Yang Liang ignored them and sat on the ground. He picked up the steamed bun and put it in his mouth.

At this moment, people seemed to have seen the legendary Taotie. Looking at his posture with his chest and abdomen exposed, it seemed that there was a cow in front of him, and he could eat it bit by bit.

"Alian Aliang."

Zhao Quan came over with a jug of wine and said, "This is a reward from the master. Eat it quickly."

Yang Liang's mouth was full of steamed buns and he couldn't speak even if he wanted to. At this time, he really had nothing to say.

Wine, meat and steamed buns were all put into his mouth in one breath, and then slowly swallowed into his belly. The taste of the three foods melted into his brain and spread throughout his limbs and bones.

"Meat and wine are a good thing."

Yang Liang sighed carefully, and at this time, the system prompt sounded in his ears:
[Mission completed, reward: 10 destiny coins]

(End of this chapter)