The day before the National Day, the school organized all the students to go to the autumn harvest. This was the school's tradition. This was to let the students understand the hard work of the farmers and remember not to waste food.
There were two poems on the walls of each class that showed sympathy for the peasants.
Hoeing the fields at noon, sweat dripping onto the soil. Who knows, every grain on the plate is hard work.
Sowing a grain in spring, harvesting ten thousand in autumn. There is no spare land in the four seas, and the farmers starve to death.
These two poems were written by the famous Tang Dynasty poet, Li Shen. But Feng Yu, who likes history, knew that Li Shen wrote these two poems to win the favor of the Emperor and use this opportunity to get promoted. But after his promotion, Li Shen returned to his original character and became a man of luxury. He never cared about the suffering of the farmers.
Although Feng Yu did not have a good impression of Li Shen, but these two poems were well known and passed down through the ages.
Feng Yu sat on the bus borrowed from the school and spent more than 2 hours to reach a farm in the north of Bing City. It was less than an hour away from Feng Yu's house.
There was a corn field here. Feng Yu's school was responsible for cutting the corn, peeling the cobs, and piling them up for the tractor to collect.
Now, Longjiang province's main crops were wheat, followed by soybeans. There was very little corn. If not, the school would not ask them to travel so far. This was the closest corn field that the school could contact.
There were 3 grades and a total of more than 500 students. The school assigned each class to each student.
There were more than 40 students in a class, and they only managed to harvest this amount of corn. If this was on a farm, 5 people would be able to finish it in less than a day. From Feng Yu's point of view, the students seemed to be in high spirits. It was as if this was an autumn outing.
But there were also some students who complained that their families were farmers. They did not even work in their own fields, but they were forced to harvest corn by the school.
Feng Yu, Wen Dongjun, and a few other students were from the farm. They were more familiar with farming than the students from the city. The teacher also arranged for them to use a sickle to harvest the corn, and the rest of the students gathered behind to harvest the corn.
Wen Dongjun's speed was very fast. In just a short while, he was already far ahead of the rest.
"Look at how fast I am. Unlike the few of you. You are as slow as snails." Wen Dongjun carried the sickle on his shoulder proudly.
Feng Yu shook his head. This idiot.
"Dongjun, didn't you notice that you are the fastest among all the students? Even the third year students are not as fast as you. Don't you know why? "
Wen Dongjun scratched his head: "Why?"
"That's because there's only so much land. If you cut the corn, are you going to watch other students cut the corn in the afternoon? Do you think that the faster you work, the more you can harvest? Do you think that the teachers will praise you or praise you? "
Wen Dongjun was dumbfounded. It was not the others who were slow. Everyone was slacking off on purpose. He looked back and saw that the students who were sitting on the corn stalks were also chatting more than working. After all this time, he was the only one who was dumb!
"Hey, learn from us. Work for a while and rest for a while. You can also sit on the corn stalk and rest. If you continue to work like this, it will show that we are lazy. Do you think this is good? " Feng Yu patiently taught Wen Dongjun the essence of laziness. Where is this kid's usual quick-wittedness?
Wen Dongjun did not say anything and sat on the corn stalk to rest. But after a while, he could not sit still. He had nothing to do and there was no one to chat with. It was too boring to sit still.
Looking at the corn stalk, Wen Dongjun came up with a good idea.
Feng Yu saw two green stalks of corn stalk. He used the sickle to cut off a piece of skin and left the juicy part in the middle. He took a bite and his mouth was filled with sweet juice.
In the south, there were sugar cane. In the north, there was something similar to corn and sorghum. It was called sweet stalk. It was as thick as a finger and tasted like sugar cane. If the corn stalk grew slowly, there was enough rain and less sunlight, and there would be a few sweet sections at the bottom.
Feng Yu used the sickle to cut off the part where he bit. He then peeled off the skin of the two stalks and walked towards Li Na.
"You must be thirsty. Have some sweet stalk."
Feng Yu passed the sweet stalk to Li Na, and the other stalk was taken away by Li Na's deskmate, Fat Chick. There was only Li Na and Fat Chick in this pile of corn. Now, the rest of the students did not dare to play with Li Na. It was because Fat Chick said that Feng Yu's family was from the triads, and Li Na was implicated by Feng Yu.
Li Na had hesitated before. But she was still young, and how could she win against Feng Yu who was in his forties? With just a few words, Li Na dispelled her doubts. The two of them were still as good as before, and their feelings were still accumulating.
Li Na took a small bite and chewed it slowly. Her eyes narrowed into a crescent moon, and she revealed a happy smile.
"So sweet."
"Ptui ptui, what sweet stalk? It's just a rancid taste, and a little astringent." Fat Chick spat out the dregs and complained.
Feng Yu said calmly, "Maybe you are unlucky. After all, this is just a corn stalk, not a sweet stalk. It's normal to have some that are not sweet."
Li Na looked at it and forcefully broke the sweet stalk in her hand. Then, she gave a section to Fat Chick. Fat Chick carefully took a bite, and her eyes lit up. It was really sweet!
"Break this, half for each of us." Li Na passed the remaining corn stalk to Feng Yu. She saw that Feng Yu's lips seemed to be a little dry.
"I also can't break it. You eat it. I will cut the corn in front. I am sure I can find more."
Li Na stubbornly passed the corn stalk to Feng Yu. She wanted to at least take a bite. Feng Yu was about to take a bite, especially at the place where Li Na had bitten.
"Who? Who hit me? " Feng Yu angrily turned his head to look for the person. Just when he was about to bite, he felt something hit the back of his head.
"Hahaha, how is it? What do you think of my homemade corn crossbow? It is so far away, and it hit the back of your head in one go! " A few meters away, Wen Dongjun was holding a crossbow made from corn stalks and looking at Feng Yu proudly. The thing that hit the back of Feng Yu's head was a small piece of corn stalk.
Damn, you idiot! You are interrupting my good time again!
"Corn crossbow? Let's see if your or my corn stalk is more accurate! "
Feng Yu lowered his head and picked up the corn stalk that Fat Chick threw. He broke a piece of corn stalk and threw it at Wen Dongjun. Wen Dongjun retreated and retaliated at the same time. Feng Yu broke the corn stalk into small pieces and threw it at Wen Dongjun. He must teach this idiot a lesson today!
Li Na saw Feng Yu breaking the corn stalk into small pieces and remembered that Feng Yu said he could not break the corn stalk and wanted to take a bite. She blushed.
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