After plowing the last piece of land, Fang Yun fell down at the edge of the field. His body completely lost all strength, and various images kept appearing in his mind, causing him endless torment.
At the beginning, Fang Yun still had some reaction, showing anger, pain, despair and so on, but now, his expression has not changed at all.
Not only was his body numb, his mind was also numb.
There was a breath of death in Fang Yun's eyes.
After an unknown amount of time, Fang Yun stood up and felt sore all over, as if his whole body was in a furnace.
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, and mud had mixed together and formed a layer of dirt outside his clothes. His body was extremely dirty.
Fang Yun stood up with great effort. Obviously, every part of his body was in great pain, but he did not show any sign of suffering. His face was firm, as if being pierced by thousands of arrows could not cause any fluctuation in his emotions.
At this time, those images were still flashing in Fang Yun's mind. However, even without literary talent, Fang Yun had an extremely firm goal in his heart.
Follow the example of the ancient sage Shun, till the fields and complete this training!
This idea seemed to have been polished into an indestructible sword by those bloody and cruel scenes, pointing out the direction for Fang Yun and helping him to cut through all obstacles.
“After plowing the land, it’s time to sow the seeds.”
Fang Yun dragged his tired body, staggering with every step, and slowly walked towards the hut beside the field.
Not long after, Fang Yun came out of the house carrying a bag of wheat seeds.
Fang Yun walked and looked at the fields, thinking that fortunately this was the Valley of Sorrow, the soil was fertile, so there was no need to apply base fertilizer, and he could just sow the seeds directly. However, he was afraid that top dressing would be necessary.
Fang Yun walked to the field and began to sow seeds, placing them in the furrows and then filling the furrows with soil on both sides. Fang Yun, with his back hunched, was like an old man who had experienced many hardships. He said nothing and sowed seeds with shaking hands as he took a step.
Sowing seeds is much easier than plowing the fields, but after sowing seeds, Fang Yun was still so tired that his whole body ached and he felt more and more exhausted.
Fang Yun even felt that his body might collapse at any time.
After sowing, watering began. Fang Yun pushed a cart with buckets on it to fetch water from a river two miles away. Then he started to water the fields with a ladle made of half a gourd.
After watering thirty acres of land, Fang Yun suddenly loosened his grip, the watering can fell to the ground, and his body trembled slightly.
Fang Yun gritted his teeth, a look of pain on his face.
Fang Yun felt that his body had reached its limit.
If a person walked at noon, the hottest time of the day, he might get heat stroke and pass out. Now Fang Yun couldn't eat or drink. Doing such heavy labor under the sun could very likely lead to death.
Fang Yun looked at the fields, gritted his teeth, and continued watering.
After watering all the fields, Fang Yun sat at the edge of the field and saw the crops growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Fang Yun was stunned. He thought he had time to rest. Who knew that this Valley of Worry didn't want him to rest at all
Now that the wheat has grown into seedlings, it must be fertilized. If it is too late, it is likely to be judged as a failure in this first valley. Fang Yun got up helplessly and began to fertilize.
After applying fertilizer, Fang Yun irrigated the field again, and then he saw a large number of weeds beginning to grow.
Fang Yun gritted his teeth and began to remove the weeds with a hoe.
However, Fang Yun found that his movements were getting slower and slower. It was not because he didn't want to do it, but because many parts of his body had been severely injured.
However, none of these could stop Fang Yun. After weeding, he saw insects growing in the wheat field, and Fang Yun had to start pest control.
During the wheat growth process, Fang Yun had no normal rest time at all. He kept fertilizing, irrigating, weeding and pest control, over and over again, almost endlessly.
Heavy and repetitive work is enough to wear away all the edges of a person, and even make him numb to everything.
Fang Yun felt that he was completely numb.
I don't know how long it took, but the wheat in the hundred acres of wheat fields finally turned yellow, and the heavy ears of wheat fluttered in the wind, forming a huge wave of wheat.
"almost finished!"
Fang Yun held a sickle, bent down, and hugged the wheat with his left hand. The sickle cut through the wheat stalks, and a handful of wheat left the ground and fell into Fang Yun's hands.
Fang Yun put a handful of wheat on the ground and continued to harvest. When he had gathered a certain amount, he tied the wheat into a bundle.
Fang Yun kept bending over, cutting and harvesting wheat.
Slowly, Fang Yun's movements became slower and slower, to the point that his sickle could no longer cut through a handful of wheat stalks, and he had to use force several times.
Sweat mixed with blood dripped onto the fields like running water. Fang Yun gritted his teeth and continued to work.
Bend down, grab the straw with your left hand, cut with a sickle with your right hand, bundle, bend down again...
Fang Yun kept repeating this action.
Ahead is a full hundred acres of wheat fields.
The wheat may not seem like much, but if a person cuts it 24 hours a day, no matter how fast he works, he can only cut more than two acres, and that is if he is in good health.
Fang Yun no longer knew how many days he had spent here, perhaps a month, or perhaps three months. He also had no idea how long it would take to harvest the wheat. At the current rate, it might take four or five months just to harvest the wheat.
At the beginning, Fang Yun took a break every hour, then every half an hour, and then every twenty minutes, ten minutes, and even five minutes.
After a long time, Fang Yun cut a handful of wheat, threw it on the ground, held his waist, slowly stood up, and looked ahead blankly.
Between the blue sky and the loess, a young figure fell heavily backwards.
A large amount 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 no longer hold on.
Fang Yun only felt a moment of 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.
An unprecedented feeling of comfort spread throughout his body, and Fang Yun even felt like crying.
It was like being in hell before.
Fang Yun slowly opened his eyes and found himself lying in the main hall of the Valley of Worry. There was no sky or earth, no valley, and no old man in the valley.
"Failed… "
Fang Yun sighed softly, but was not discouraged, because before entering the Valley of Sorrow, he had prepared for failure.
Fang Yun stretched out his hand and grasped the official seal. Only six hours had passed. The few months in Youhuan Valley were like a nightmare.
Fang Yun lowered his head and raised his hands. On his palms were freshly healed wounds with clear marks. Fang Yun tried to stand up and found that his whole body was slightly sore, as if he had taken an uncomfortable nap, and his head was groggy. Even with the support of Wendan, it was useless.
Fang Yong used up his last bit of strength to return to Chongwenyuan. When he got home, he went straight to the bedroom, fell headfirst onto the bed, and fell into a deep sleep.
In the dim light, Yang Yuhuan's voice was heard.
"Husband, hurry up, we're about to jump over the Dragon Gate, they're all waiting for you."
"Fang Yun, I heard that you went to the Valley of Sorrow? And went directly to the Hundred Levels of Sorrow? Are you practicing or committing suicide? Yuhuan, forget it, I'll carry him to the Dragon Palace." Ao Huang's voice came.
Afterwards, Fang Yun felt like he was in the clouds, and continued to sleep in a daze behind Ao Huang.
too tired.
(To be continued.)