Lord of the Desert

Chapter 335 A first-class event

"It turns out that Brother Gu is here."

Hong Fan laughed.

He glanced into the bowl.

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

Most of the meal was eaten, but only half a piece of pork was missing.

When Gu Yixin saw Hong Fan, he stood up quickly, but his mouth was full of food, so he nodded in greeting.

"My injury is almost healed. I would like to find Bai Shenggong and the others to see if there is anything I can do to help."

Hong Fan laughed.

"I don't know where they are."

Gu Yixin chewed and swallowed for a while and replied.

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

"what's up?"

Hong Fan asked immediately.

"The fields will be harvested in the next two days."

Gu Yixin grinned.

"Cutting rice?"

Hong Fan was a little confused.

As a master at the peak of his strength, the major events he anticipates can be wars, assassinations, interceptions, and intelligence.

The only thing I never thought about was harvesting rice.

"Yeah, isn't it big enough to cut rice?"

It’s natural to bring back ancient ideas.

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

These words were beyond Hong Fan's expectation.

But even the strongest warrior has to admit that this is quite true.

Hong Fan nodded silently.

"That's great. Since you are willing to help, just come to the town entrance and wait for me at sunrise tomorrow..."

Gu Yixin said, squatting down and continuing to cook rice.

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The moon sets and the sun rises, and the trance only touches the pillow.

On autumn harvest days, the atmosphere in Longqiu Town is very different from ordinary days.

The morning glow has not completely faded yet, and the dark-skinned farmers have already gone out, as if they are rushing to the battlefield.

The sickle is polished.

Linen cloth was tied tightly over the head to protect from the sun.

The overly fierce 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.

This was the first time Hong Fan saw Gu Yi's new troops.

The wooden pole was two meters long and was obviously new; the spear head was narrow enough to be one foot long, and it was edged on both sides and looked like it had been polished frequently.

Looking at it from a close distance, there was no murderous aura, nor was there any chill.

"Is this the gun often mentioned on the list of geniuses?"

Hong Fan asked.

"Yes, the gun head was picked up on the ancient battlefield and later equipped with a wooden handle."

Gu Yixin replied.

"What's its name?"

Hong Fan asked again.

"what name?"

The ancient meaning is new and its meaning has not yet been understood.

"I mean the name of the gun."

Hong Fan pointed.

Gu Yixin suddenly laughed.

"A gun is just a dead thing, how can it have a name?"

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

He positioned his gun and pointed north with his chin.

"Let's go."

"These two days are precious, so it's important to work in the fields."

Ancient ideas and new ideas are at the forefront.

Hong Fan followed him, following the flow of three or two people, heading towards the rice fields behind the town.

Between the streets, the stalks and leaves of the millet have withered, the seeds have hardened, and the bright yellow ears hang deeper.

The mud at the bottom of some fields is cracked by the sun.

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

Hong Fan was taken aback.

“They say wheat is grown in Liangzhou, and it’s true.”

Gu Yixin smiled. “It’s true that rice fields need to store water, but it usually only lasts for three months, and the water is released when the rice heads are ready.”

"In my hometown in Shengzhou, fish are also raised in the mountain terraces - usually carps."

"The water depth does not exceed three inches, and the fry will grow to three or four inches in three months. It is delicious when smoked."

As his straw sandals stepped on the ridge of the field, he seemed to have returned home, and his voice was far more brisk and smooth than usual.

In the distance, the farmers were scattered left and right, already throwing away their arms and starting to work.

There were only a lot of people gathered behind the two of them.

"Let's do it too!"

Gu Yixin's words were urgent, and he motioned for everyone to get out of the way, unloaded his gun from his shoulder, and went to the field.

Before Hong Fan could regain his senses, a spear thrust out quickly, just in time to cut off the rows of rice, leaving neat stubble.

There was a burst of admiration in the wind.

After the second and third shots, the spectators dispersed and went about their own business.

Clearly, this scene is no longer new.

For a time, only Hong Fan was left on the field ridge, so that he felt as if he was the motley color in the picture scroll and the noise in the chant.

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

he asked urgently.

"I heard that you can control the sand with ease, and your changes are far more subtle than a human hand."

Gu Yixin suggested.

"How about I do the cutting, and you can arrange the binding behind me?"

Hong Fan agreed immediately.

This shouldn't be difficult.

He imitated the way the farmers in the field next door were doing it, rolled up the sand flow, and combined the millet stalks into bundles one after another.

The two of them worked together, and their efficiency was comparable to that of the large agricultural machinery in their previous lives, and they soon cleared more than ten acres of land.

When Hong Fan looked back, the fields he walked through were already filled with old women and children gleaning ears.

Mechanical work makes people focus.

It wasn't until the sun rose into the sky that the two rested for the first time.

Beside the official road, there was still more than half of the well water in the water tank that had been filled in advance, and there was a gourd and gourd floating in it.

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

After drinking the cold water, the two found a place in the shade of a tree on the ridge of a field and sat with a few old farmers.

Lunch was six hard pancakes, just like everyone else.

"The sun is too strong, and the food will go rancid if it is left out for three to four hours."

Gu Yixin explained, handing over three.

Hong Fan waved his hand and took it indifferently. The pancake was steaming hot as soon as Yanliu Jin came out.

After the six pancakes of his own were heated up, he helped the others, earning a few more reserved smiles full of wrinkles.

The pancakes are quite delicious.

But as soon as Hong Fan took two bites, he couldn't eat anymore - the child gleaning next door was looking at him with cold pancakes in his hands.

A warrior deserves this meal.

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

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

The grain is cut, bundled, and transported to the threshing floor in various ways—on shoulders, on carts, or on donkeys.

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

Under the spotlight of everyone, he carried a small mountain of grain sheaves back and forth from the field to Longqiu, killing the tractor with great efficiency.

However, after only five or six trips back and forth, this Yuanci, the only Yuanci in the Bai Sheng Army, was tripped up by something and never came back.

"Is this for threshing?"

Hong Fan asked Gu Yixin.

"Not that fast."

The latter replied.

"The millet will ripen later after being cut. It must be piled for ten to eight days after being put on the field, so the yield can be higher."

"After that, it's dried, and then threshed with animals - not to mention the millet, the stalks and grass are also precious, they must be stacked and stacked, they will be used in the cold winter..."

Patiently explain the ancient meaning and the new.

Hong Fan listened with great interest.

In his two lifetimes, he had never been exposed to agricultural production. After a day of hard work, he seemed to have discovered a second world.

A world buried under extraordinary martial arts, holding up the heaven and earth.

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

However, based on what Hong Fan has heard and seen over the past two years, this matter is insulated from warriors.

Crops are to the people what the people are to warriors.

Not even better.

Farmers still need to tend their crops, pull weeds and fertilize; but warriors don't need to think about things other than violence.

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

Two quarters after Xu time (07:30 p.m.), the sun melted into the clouds, giving off the sunset glow.

The day's work in the busy farming season ends here.

(End of this chapter)