Saint of the Confucian way

After ploughing the last piece of land, Fang Yun fell on the field, his body completely lost its strength, and various pictures constantly appeared in his mind, which made him suffer endless suffering.

At the beginning, Fang Yun had a reaction, anger, pain, despair and so on, but now his expression has not changed at all.

Not only his body was numb, but his spirit was also numb.

Fang Yun's eyes were full of the smell of death.

I don't know how long later, Fang Yun got up and felt sore all over. His whole body was like being in a stove.

Fang Yun looked up at the sky. The sun was still hanging in the middle, still emitting a hot light.

"This body..."

Fang Yun looked at his body. Sweat, blood, mud and dust mixed together and pasted a layer outside his clothes. His body was dirty.

Fang Yun struggled to stand up. It was clear that every part of his body was in great pain, but he did not show the slightest color of pain. His face was firm, as if he had been pierced by thousands of arrows, which could not make his mood fluctuate in the slightest.

At this time, those pictures still flickered in Fang Yun's mind, but even without courage, Fang Yun also had an incomparably firm goal in his heart.

Follow the example of the sage Shun, work hard in the mu, and complete this honing!

This idea seems to be polished into an indestructible sword by those bloody and cruel pictures, pointing out the direction for Fang Yun and cutting through thorns and thorns.

"After ploughing, it is sowing."

Fang Yun dragged his tired body and walked slowly to the hut by the field.

Before long, Fang Yun came out of the house with a bag of wheat seeds on his back.

Fang Yun looked at the field as he walked. Fortunately, this is the suffering valley. The land is fertile. It's good to sow directly without applying base fertilizer, but I'm afraid it needs topdressing.

Fang Yun went to the field, started sowing, put the seeds into the furrow, and then filled the soil on both sides back into the furrow with his feet. Fang Yun bent his back, like a weather beaten old man, said nothing, took one step and sowed seeds with trembling hands.

Sowing is much easier than ploughing, but after sowing, Fang Yun is still tired and sore, and his body is more and more tired.

Fang Yun even felt that his body might collapse at any time.

After sowing, he began to water. Fang Yun pushed a cart with buckets and went to the river two miles away to draw water. Then he began to water the field with a water ladle made of half a gourd.

After watering 30 mu of land, Fang Yun suddenly loosened his hand, the ladle fell to the ground and his body trembled slightly.

Fang Yun clenched his teeth, and a look of pain appeared on his face.

Fang Yun felt that his body was close to the limit.

A person walking at the hottest noon may suffer from heatstroke and coma. Now Fang Yun can't eat and drink. Engaging in such heavy work in the sun is likely to lead to death.

Fang Yun looked at the field, clenched his teeth and continued watering.

After watering all the fields, Fang Yun sat at the head of the field and saw that the crops grew at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Fang Yun was stunned. He thought he had time to rest. Who knows that the suffering Valley doesn't want to rest at all.

Now wheat must be topdressed when it grows into seedlings. If it is late, it may be judged as failure in this first valley. Fang Yun got up reluctantly and began to fertilize.

After fertilization, Fang Yun irrigated again, and then a large number of weeds began to grow.

Fang Yun bit his teeth and began to remove weeds with a hoe.

However, Fang Yun found that his movement was getting slower and slower. He didn't want to do it, but many parts of his body had been badly damaged.

However, none of these could stop Fang Yun. After weeding, insects grew in the wheat field, and Fang Yun had to start weeding.

In the process of wheat growth, Fang Yun has no normal rest time at all. He constantly fertilizes, irrigates, weeds and insects, which is almost endless.

Heavy and repetitive work is enough to wear off all edges and corners of a person, and even numb everything.

Fang Yun feels completely numb.

I don't know how long it took, the wheat in the 100 mu wheat field finally turned yellow, and the heavy ears of wheat floated with the wind, forming waves of wheat.

"Almost finished!"

Fang Yun, holding a sickle, bent down and put his left hand around the wheat. The sickle cut through the straw, and a handful of wheat left the land and came into Fang Yun's hand.

Fang Yun put a handful of wheat on the ground and continued to harvest. After collecting a certain amount, he tied the wheat into a bundle.

Fang Yun kept bending over, cutting and collecting wheat.

Slowly, Fang Yun's movement became slower and slower. Even his sickle could not cut a handful of wheat straw, so he had to work hard many times.

Sweat like running water, mixed with blood, dripping on the field. Fang Yun clenched his teeth and worked continuously.

Bend over, grab the straw with your left hand, cut and bale with the sickle in your right hand, and then bend over

Fang Yun keeps repeating this action.

Ahead, there are 100 mu of wheat fields.

There isn't much wheat, but a person keeps cutting twenty-four hours a day. No matter how fast, he can only cut more than two mu, and he is in good health.

Fang Yun doesn't know how many days he has spent here, maybe a month, maybe three months, or how long it will take to cut the wheat. At the current speed, it may take four or five months to cut the wheat alone.

At first, Fang Yun took a rest every hour. Later, he took a rest every half an hour. Then, he took a rest every 20 minutes, 10 minutes or even five minutes.

After a long time, Fang Yun cut off a handful of wheat, threw the wheat on the ground, held his waist, got up slowly and looked blankly at the front.

Between the blue sky and the loess, a young figure fell back heavily.

A lot of blood flowed from Fang Yun's eyes, nostrils and mouth.

Fang Yun looked at the dazzling sun in the sky and knew that his body could not support him at last.

Fang Yun only felt in a trance and felt severe pain all over his body, but soon a warm current surrounded his body, and his body completely recovered in an instant. Then, his connection with Wen Gong was completely opened, and all his strength returned to his body.

The unprecedented comfort spread all over the body, and Fang Yun even felt like crying.

It was like hell before.

Fang Yun slowly opened his eyes and found himself lying in the main hall of the valley of sorrow. There was no heaven and earth, no valley, no valley old man.

"Failed..."

Fang Yun sighed softly, but he was not depressed, because he was ready to fail before entering the valley of sorrow.

Fang Yun reached out and held the official seal. Only six hours later, the months of sorrow valley were like a nightmare.

Fang Yun lowered his head and raised his hands. There was a freshly healed wound on his palm, leaving clear marks. Fang Yun tried to stand up and found that his whole body was slightly sore. It was like taking an uncomfortable nap, and his mind was dizzy. Even if he had the courage to support it, it was useless.

With his last effort, Fang Yun returned to chongwenyuan. When he got home, he went straight to the bedroom, fell on the bed and slept.

In the hazy, Yang Yuhuan's voice sounded.

"Husband, get up and jump the dragon's gate right away. They are all waiting for you."

"Fang Yun, I heard that you have gone to worry Valley? And there are hundreds of worries directly? Are you practicing or committing suicide? Yuhuan, forget it, I'll carry him to the Dragon Palace." Ao Huang's voice came.

Then Fang Yun felt himself in the clouds and continued to sleep behind Ao Huang.

Too tired.

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