The joy of the earth is not an exaggeration. The staff of various countries deduced that Wu Qingchen entered the medieval world, and the most serious and urgent problem was the language barrier.
This point, the Chinese staff group did not hide from Wu Qingchen.
At this time, the "father" who induced the medieval world took the initiative to explain himself for not pretending to be deaf and half-mute, and Wu Qingchen finally showed his first smile.
This smile lasted for less than two seconds. Thinking of the next steps, Wu Qingchen, who had just relaxed a little, felt heavy again.
The next step is to work.
Very, very, very much work.
The first time and the second time when Wu Qingchen entered the dreamland, Wu Qingchen was standing outside the crop clumps and was on a high ground, feeling that the field was not very big. Only when he really stood in the crop clumps did Wu Qingchen fully understand Agricultural labor teachers prepare themselves mentally for what it means.
There are shoulder-high crops in all directions. From a distance, patches of light green extend from the front of the body to the distance, until the line of sight is blocked by layers of pointed leaves of the same light green.
It is 27 meters long and 43 meters wide, with an area of 1161 square meters.
This is a number repeated three times by a soldier pointing to a huge projection.
To put it more figuratively, three more such areas are enough for two teams to play a standard football match.
What is even more tragic is that Wu Qingchen and his two relatives from the Middle Ages World are still standing on the edge of the crops.
This means that in a field that is a quarter of the size of a football field, the ground that has been raked is almost negligible. From the most optimistic point of view, the area Wu Qingchen needs to work on next is at least 300 square meters.
300 square meters…
Fuck me... From childhood to adulthood, even if I sweep the floor, I have never swept such a large piece of land...
After weighing the slightly improved hand rake, Wu Qingchen squatted down helplessly.
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After at least five hours...
Labor is over.
Sitting, or should I say paralyzed, on a small mud ridge, Wu Qingchen was sweating profusely, her clothes were drenched, her eyes were dull, her mouth was half-opened to breathe hard, her hands were thrown aside, her hands and feet were shaking vigorously.
Vibrate quite rhythmically.
Rake it... rake it again, rake it again... move it up...
Rake it... rake it again, rake it again... move it up...
Take a break after eating...
This is the rhythm of Wu Qingchen's shaking hands and feet, and it is also the content of all Wu Qingchen's activities for at least five hours.
No drinks, no snacks, no cigarettes, not even a conversation.
At the same time, there is no watch, no mobile phone, no computer, and I can’t understand the changes in the sun’s shadow. Even the time of "at least five hours" is based on the estimates of the teachers and the obviously darkened sky.
The word "very tired" is no longer enough to describe Wu Qingchen's current feelings.
On the soil ridge, Wu Qingchen's mind was completely blank, and he had almost no energy in his body. Even swallowing a mouthful of saliva had to be squeezed from all over his body to squeeze out a little pathetic energy to complete the movement.
It's a pity that, even so, Wu Qingchen's work on the 1161 square meters still doesn't account for a fraction of "161".
As a result, the other two resting beside the soil ridge, Wu Qingchen's "father" and "brother" in the medieval world, not only talked impatiently several times during the work, but also had absolutely different expressions on their faces at this time. Belongs to the good-looking category.
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Secret city, secret location, secret room.
In the conference room, the teacups had already cooled down, the ashtray was filled with cigarette butts, and a layer of smoke was floating in the air.
From the moment Wu Qingchen started working to the moment Wu Qingchen fell limply on the soil ridge as if his bones had been pulled out, the general-secretary remained silent, just staring at each step carefully.
"General Secretary..." This was Li Ziping's voice, a few steps behind, Li Ziping's tone was slightly hesitant, "Mr. Wu... has done his best."
"Don't blame him." The secretary-general shook his head slowly, and moved his gaze from the real-time screen in the middle to the slow-motion display on the left.
In the camera that was slowed down thirty times per minute, beads of sweat slid from Wu Qingchen's forehead to the top of the eyelids. Wu Qingchen didn't raise his trembling arm to wipe it off, nor shook his blood-veined head to shake it off, but slowly She closed her eyes slowly, and opened them slightly after the sweat beads slipped away.
From this alone, it can be seen how exhausted Wu Qingchen has become.
"Don't blame him, young people are very down-to-earth... Doesn't the Ministry of Education have another activity plan calling on young people to be frugal and thrifty?" Where conditions permit, you can go to the farmland to experience farm work. Where conditions are not available, you can also find a few farmer brothers, or directly pick a copy of the five-hour video... "
The general secretary pointed to the display screen, "Let the students take a closer look and see what is Chinese food, every grain is hard work."
At this time, a middle-aged man opened the door, holding a document in his hand: "Masters, the latest report."
The General-Secretary-Secretary nodded, and a secretary on the right took over the document: "Jie-Liberation-Military Academy Analysis: The main object of Tianxiang is the first agricultural activity in the medieval world, and the degree of completion is about 60% of the utility of Tianxiang No. 2. According to the analysis of the expressions, actions, actions, etc. of subjects No. 1 and No. 2 in the Medieval World, the danger caused by this level of completion is not obvious, and the adverse consequences can be expected to disappear, and there is no sign of long-term impact."
In the conference room, with a few low breaths, everyone's expressions relaxed a lot.
"One more test, Director Li, the evening training was very effective."
The first man next to him habitually pressed down his cigarette, and without waiting for Li Ziping, who had a happy face, to say a word of humility, he immediately turned to a less optimistic direction: "However, General Secretary, this may not be a long-term solution. "
"Yes, passive resolution is not the party's tradition. Labor is the most glorious, and there are many different ways of labor."
The general-secretary nodded slightly, and when he looked up again, he put his eyes on the fourth position: "General Sun, how to alleviate the labor intensity of young people, and the next step, I think the improvement of the status of young people can be part of it." Focus on work."
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The analysis results of the PLA-Military Academy were quite accurate. After resting for about ten minutes, the three people sitting on the ridge breathed much more smoothly, their bodies were no longer extremely tired, and the expressions of "father" and "brother" also calmed down. .
After sitting for a while, "Father" said something, "Brother" stood up, and Wu Qingchen hurriedly responded vaguely like "Brother", and also stood up.
"Father" is pronounced "go home" and "brother" is pronounced "good"
Deriving the meaning of my father's pronunciation is the simplest guess: the labor is over, it is getting late, and the next step should be to go home.
The meaning of elder brother's pronunciation is the easiest to memorize: "Good" pronunciation, five hours of labor, Wu Qingchen has heard "brother" say it several times, and Wu Qingchen is relatively close to learning it now.
The path was difficult to walk, the grass was deep, and the road was very narrow. Wu Qingchen carefully pushed aside the branches on both sides, followed the footsteps of his father and brother, and soon reached the end.
Just like Professor Wang's guess, the newly opened land where Wu Qingchen works is indeed far away from where he lives.
Walking across a long section of flat ground, over two hills, and trembling across two single-plank bridges across streams, it took at least half an hour before Wu Qingchen finally saw the outlines of buildings.
When we got here, the road became much wider. After staring at the ground carefully for more than half an hour, Wu Qingchen's neck was already slightly sore, and it was no longer difficult to find a place to stay. Wu Qingchen raised his head.
There are large fields on both sides, green and blue, and there are occasional small fields in the middle where unknown plants are blooming unknown light yellow flowers.
A few meters away, a crystal-clear stream gurgled by, and small fish and shrimps frolicked around the grass at the bottom of the water. A few waterfowls flitted back and forth, eyeing up and down, probably hoping that a rash fish would occasionally appear on the surface of the water. Son.
Such a situation, placed on the earth in the 21st century, must be a beautiful picture close to nature.
This situation, placed in the medieval world of unknown age, reveals an indescribable sadness and barbarism.
At this time, where Wu Qingchen was passing by, a poor man was plowing the field. He was wearing a kind of rough wool with no discernible texture. The hat on his head was full of holes, and his hair was sticking out. The poor man was walking in the field, the toes were exposed in the thick-soled shoes, also made of coarse cloth, and the poor man's body was covered with mud from the jacket to the ankle socks.
When Wu Qingchen raised his head, the poor man was standing in the ankle-deep mud, driving two skinny heifers, so thin that he could count the number of ribs.
A woman stands behind the poor man, holding a long stick in her hand. The stick is probably used for driving cattle, but the woman is never willing to let it fall on the cattle.
The woman was wearing a short skirt that was obviously ill-fitting. The skirt was pulled up high, but it was still inevitably stained with mud. She landed barefoot, her feet covered with calluses and sores. At one end of the field, there was a small wooden bowl containing batter. The edge of the small wooden bowl was full of gaps. A baby was wrapped in a piece of rags next to it. On the other side stood a child about two or three years old. Poor people and women From time to time, they gasped heavily, and babies and children cried from time to time, intermittently, making out bursts of mournful tones.
This is the world I'm going to live in next.
This may be the rest of my life.
Thinking of this, Wu Qingchen's heart throbbed with indescribable panic.
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