With the U.S. military stick method that Wu Qingchen secretly taught to Antor under the guise of discovering it while treating the cattle, Rory and the other four were "treated" into obedience after only one face-to-face meeting.
Watching this scene, the other serfs cheered up neatly, and their labor efficiency suddenly increased.
No one wants to become the next non-performing asset to be stripped, thrown into a corner and supervised by the police alone, and then beaten a few times from time to time, lying on the ground at every turn, with tears and snot flowing, and twitching of hands and feet.
So, in another round, which was also the last round of work of the day, all the teams actually did their work up to the first branch representing the fastest speed of 100%.
Reward the beans, pack up, say goodbye to each other, and drive the serfs back to the village.
Half an hour later, the last rays of the sun also disappeared.
The third day of the summer service ended, and the serfs who were absolutely immune to Wu Qingchen's "care halo" showed little Andre and the medieval world the advanced nature of division of labor and cooperation.
Eight hours later, the sun rose again.
Six days had passed since Wu Qingchen moved the hive.
The unlucky bees, in their new position, continue to silently make great contributions to human beings that are not inferior to those of cattle.
And it is about to show the medieval world the necessity of division of labor and cooperation.
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Medieval world.
February 18, 0001.
The sky shone slightly.
It's time to enlist.
On the road to the public land, you can see villagers hurrying everywhere.
On a trail that deviates from the direction of the public land, three figures carrying farm tools are running fast.
The intense exercise made the trio's foreheads covered with sweat and their faces flushed.
"Father... Father, rest, rest for a while..."
He ran to a small bush and wiped the sweat from his forehead. The eldest son panted, pointed at his younger brother and said, "Dubin can't run anymore..."
"Stop? What are you resting for?" Upton, who was walking in front, didn't stop, "How dare he take a rest? If he hadn't dawdled, the work in the field would have been done long ago... Well, you can help this little bastard Things... really useless!"
The second son hung his head and handed the farm tools to his elder brother.
"Be patient! It will be fine after two more days..." Putting the agricultural tools handed over by the younger brother on the other shoulder, taking advantage of this gap, the eldest son comforted: "I heard yesterday... Uncle Neil has promised, tomorrow's Tomorrow, when the Grover family is done, you can lend us the cattle."
"Thank you, brother."
"Hurry up, or it will be too late."
"I know... I know, brother." The second son nodded weakly.
when... when... when...
The church bell rang a second time in mid-air.
"Hurry up... Hurry up... Hurry up!" Upton, who was carrying the plow cart, quickened his pace again: "If... Hurry up... No matter how late, I really can't catch up with Zhuangtou!"
"Okay... yes, father."
If you miss the time when Zhuangtou counts the heads, if you are lucky, you will be scolded;
The steps of the two sons immediately moved faster.
Forcibly increasing the speed, of course, has to pay a price.
A few minutes later, the three of them ran quickly and arrived at a corner.
bang... bang...
Just turning the corner, the father who was walking in the front suddenly heard a sound of hitting a tree trunk, followed by a series of sounds of clothes rubbing against plants.
It must be that little bastard again!
"Are you blind?"
Upton cursed and turned his head quickly.
Sure enough, the reckless second son lost control of his pace, rushed out of the path, and staggered into the roadside lot.
After twisting a few more crooked steps, the second son finally fell down.
A few seconds later, lying in the allotment, the second son propped up his upper body, turned his head, and looked timidly at his father and brother by the side of the road.
"Why are you in a daze?" Upton burst into anger: "What are you waiting for? Waiting for someone to beat you to death? Come out now!"
"Come out, Dupin, come out!" The eldest son also urged quickly, looking around nervously.
This is a field of buckwheat that is all flowering and some are starting to go to seed!
Dubin rushed in with his foot, and he didn't know how many straws he trampled to death!
If the owner of the allotment finds out about this, a generous family may be able to let it go with just a half-day of scolding, and a violent family may pick up farm tools and fight with each other!
Fortunately, the summer service gathered the whole village on the road leading to the public land. This remote path has not been passed by many people in the past few days.
The eldest son looked around, but he couldn't see anyone else, so he was relieved.
At this time, Dubin also used his hands and feet to crawl out of the buckwheat field.
"Little bastard!" Just as he stood back on the common, Dupin received a slap in the face.
"Okay, father... Dubin didn't mean it..." The eldest son quickly grabbed Upton, turned around, and was about to comfort his younger brother when his eyes widened suddenly: "Dubin! Why are you still holding on to this?" ? Almost lost!"
When he fell down, he subconsciously waved his hand to grab something to support his body, and a buckwheat stalk protruded from Dubin's right hand.
Dupin hastily threw the straw to the side of the road.
"Tsk, look at this fool!"
Throw it so close, are you afraid that others will not see it
Upton walked over, raised his right hand slightly, and was ready for another slap for the second son.
"I'll come, I'll come..." The eldest son rushed to the front, picked up the straw, and raised his hand.
Hands up... Hands up... Hands up... Hands up... Hands up...
The eldest son kept raising his hand.
"What's the matter... Dana?" After waiting for several breaths, Upton was a little surprised that the eldest son's body had not been destroyed.
As if just waking up from a dream, the eldest son shivered suddenly when he heard Upton's question.
The next moment, the eldest son rubbed his eyes vigorously, and squeezed the straw closer to his eyes: "Father...Father...come and see!"
"What's wrong? Get rid of it quickly, there's no time!"
Upton walked over quickly.
"Father!" Dana stuffed the straw into Upton's hands, "Look!"
"Look at what?" Taking the straw, Upton muttered, and glanced at it casually.
glanced over... glanced over... glanced over... glanced over... glanced over...
Upton could no longer look away.
With such a strange performance, the father and brother should have forgotten their own rashness. Dubin was greatly relieved, and then moved over curiously.
Get over it... get over it... get over it... get over it... get over it...
Dupin opened his eyes suddenly.
Dupin saw the most beautiful stalk of his life.
This is a buckwheat branch that has gone from flowering to seed setting.
At the top of it is a small flower bud.
A few sections down, surrounded by circles of slightly larger flower buds.
A few knots down, circles of flowers begin to bloom.
Below the flowers is the entire village of Akeli, the greatest desire of all the villagers: wheat seeds.
As long as he can recall, he has been rolling in the fields. In the past ten years, Dubin has seen countless branches of buckwheat.
However, none of the buckwheat that I have seen before can match the buckwheat in front of me.
Being used to dealing with this kind of plant, Dubin remembers very clearly that this is the largest source of food in Akeli village, and every flowering period, it will bloom all over the sky.
However, only ten fingers of flowers can have a place for one flower, which can finally produce wheat seeds and become food that can be harvested.
The branch of buckwheat in front of him completely overturned Dubin's previous impression of buckwheat.
In Dubin's impression, most of the sparse straws, and the extremely rare ones with a little more straw look completely different.
This branch of buckwheat extends from the flowers down to the bottom of the straw, and every node is almost surrounded by dense wheat seeds.
"Master!"
After seeing it clearly, without any thought process, Dubin's first reaction was this most sacred word.
"Master!"
Beside him, Upton and Dana also whispered.
In their voices, there are praises, sighs, moans, worship, and admiration...
This is the yearning for beauty.
This is a tribute to life.
This is the most simple beauty of human beings towards food.
For a full minute or two, a father and two sons huddled together next to a wheat stalk, as if on a pilgrimage, looking devoutly at the wheat seeds on it.
"what!"
The plow truck on his shoulder rubbed against the wound, and his father Upton finally recovered.
The next moment, Upton rushed to the position where the second son had just entered the allotment.
Quickly squatting down and opening his eyes wide, Upton worked hard to suppress the urge to shout: "Look! Look, the wheat seeds here are the same!"
"Over there too!" "Everywhere!"
"My God! Master!" "Why is this happening!"
"Stop talking!" Upton waved his hand, stopping the eyes of the two sons who continued to look around, "Come over here to help, set up the wheat... Be careful, be careful, don't step on it again!"
After that, it's almost like being in your own home...
No, it should be said that they were even more diligent than in their own land. Upton, Dana, and Dubin carefully and extremely gently helped the buckwheat that had just been trampled down to be restored one by one.
"Father, whose family's land is this?" Dana asked after helping the last buckwheat stalk.
Upton stood up and glanced left and right: "Hansel, this is Hansel's share."
"Why did this happen?" Dubin's voice was full of doubts, but also full of expectations.
"I don't know..." Upton murmured, "Come on, let's go and have a look..."
With that said, Upton picked up the farm tools again and continued to move forward.
when... when... when...
The church bell rang for the third time in mid-air.
As if he didn't hear the bell, Upton walked very slowly. Every few steps, he would squat down, gently push aside the buckwheat flowers and leaves, and take a look at the wheat seeds below.
The two sons were not in a hurry, just like their father, carefully observing the buckwheat in the allotment.
"Here too..." "Here too..."
Hansel's allotment was gone.
"It's still here!" "It's still here!"
The Sanchez family's allotment is also gone.
"It's the same here!" "It's the same here!"
Old William's allotment was also gone.
"It's still like this!" "It's still like this!"
Richard's allotment was also gone.
"It's missing here!"
This is the Wayne family's allotment.
"There's less here!"
This is Connor's allotment.
"It's still going down!"
This is Vader's allotment.
"It's almost here..." "This is called wheat!"
Even in a place where "this is called wheat", the buckwheat branches produce 10 to 20% more wheat seeds than most other fields in the village.
However, compared to 50% or 80% higher than on the road, and the astonishing number of holdings of old William, Richard, and Hansel doubled or even tripled, this place finally returned to what the three of Upton and his son could understand. category.
"Why is this so?"
"Yeah, what's the difference here?"
"I don't know..." Upton murmured again: "However, the place with the most wheat seeds should be there..."
Following Upton's finger, Dana and Dubin looked over.
It was the intersection of Old William, Richard, and Hansel's three lands.
In that position, three tall wooden poles were erected.
Each wooden pole is topped with straw and thick leaves to form a shelter from wind and rain.
Under each canopy, a beehive is fixed with more than a dozen thick and tough vines.
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