After plowing the last piece of land, Fang Yun fell to the ground. His body had lost all strength, and all kinds of images kept appearing in his mind, making him suffer endless torment.
At the start, Fang Yun still had some reactions, such as anger, pain, despair, etc. But now, his expression did not change at all.
Not only was his body numb, but his mind was also numb.
Fang Yun's eyes were filled with the aura of death.
After an unknown period of time, Fang Yun got up. His whole body was sore, 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 scorching light.
"This body …"
Fang Yun looked at his own body. Sweat, blood, mud and dust mixed together, forming a layer outside his clothes. His body was already dirty beyond recognition.
Fang Yun struggled to stand up. Every part of his body was in extreme pain, but he did not show the slightest hint of pain. His face was resolute, as if even if he was pierced by thousands of arrows, his emotions would not fluctuate in the slightest.
At this time, those images were still flashing in Fang Yun's mind. But even if he did not have the courage, Fang Yun still had an incomparably firm goal in his heart.
Imitate the sage Shun, plow the land, and complete this training!
This thought seemed to have been polished into an indestructible sword by those bloody and cruel images, pointing out the direction for Fang Yun, cutting through all obstacles.
"After plowing, it's time to sow."
Fang Yun dragged his tired body, swaying three times with each step, and slowly walked towards the small house by the side of the field.
Not long after, Fang Yun carried a bag of wheat seeds out of the house.
Fang Yun looked at the field as he walked. He thought to himself that it was fortunate that this was the Valley of Worries. The soil was fertile, and there was no need to apply basic fertilizer. He could just sow the seeds directly, but he was afraid that he would have to apply topdressing.
Fang Yun walked to the field and began to sow. He placed the seeds into the furrow. Then, he used his feet to fill the furrow with soil. Fang Yun bent his back like a weather-beaten old man. He did not say a word and took a step. Then, he used his trembling hands to sow the seeds.
Sowing seeds was much easier than plowing, but after sowing seeds, Fang Yun was still so tired that his whole body ached.
Fang Yun even felt that his body could collapse at any time.
After sowing. Fang Yun began to water the fields. He pushed the small cart that was filled with buckets and went to the river two li away to fetch water. He then used half of a gourd to water the fields.
After watering 30 mu of land, Fang Yun's hand suddenly loosened and the water ladle fell to the ground. His body trembled slightly.
Fang Yun gritted his teeth, a pained expression appearing on his face.
Fang Yun could feel that his body was nearing its limit.
Walking alone in the hottest noon. Now that Fang Yun couldn't eat or drink, doing such heavy work under the sun was very likely to lead to death.
Fang Yun looked at the field, gritted his teeth, and continued watering.
After watering all the fields, Fang Yun sat at the head of the field and watched the crops grow at a speed visible to the naked eye. First.
Fang Yun was stunned. He thought that he would have time to rest, but who knew that Sorrow Valley didn't want to let him rest at all.
Now that the wheat had grown into seedlings, he had to fertilize them. If he was late, he would most likely be judged as a failure in Paramount Valley. Fang Yun got up helplessly and began to fertilize.
After fertilizing, Fang Yun began to irrigate again. Then, a large amount of weeds began to grow.
Fang Yun gritted his teeth and began to remove the weeds with a hoe.
However, Fang Yun realized that his movements were getting slower and slower. It wasn't that he didn't want to do it, but that many parts of his body were already severely injured.
However, this didn't stop Fang Yun. After weeding, he saw that insects were growing in the wheat field. Fang Yun had to start getting rid of the insects.
During the growing process of the wheat, Fang Yun didn't have a normal rest time. He was constantly fertilizing, irrigating, weeding, and getting rid of the insects. Over and over again, it was almost endless.
The heavy and repetitive work was enough to grind away all the edges of a person. It could even make a person numb.
Fang Yun felt that he was completely numb.
After an unknown amount of time, the wheat in the hundred mu field finally turned yellow. The heavy wheat ears fluttered in the wind, forming a wheat wave.
"It's almost done!"
Fang Yun held the sickle in his hand, bent down, and hugged the wheat with his left hand. The sickle cut through the wheat straw, and a handful of wheat left the ground and landed in Fang Yun's hand.
Fang Yun placed a handful of wheat on the ground and continued to harvest. After gathering a certain amount, he tied the wheat into a bundle.
Fang Yun kept bending down, cutting the wheat, and collecting the wheat.
Gradually, Fang Yun's movements became slower and slower. Even his sickle couldn't cut through a handful of wheat straw. He had to exert a lot of force.
Sweat mixed with blood dripped onto the field like flowing water. Fang Yun gritted his teeth and continued to work.
He bent down, grabbed the wheat straw with his left hand, and cut with his right hand holding the sickle. He tied the wheat and bent down again.
Fang Yun kept repeating this action.
In front of him was a hundred mu of wheat field.
There didn't seem to be much wheat, but if a person kept harvesting twenty-four hours a day, no matter how fast he was, he could only harvest two mu of wheat. Moreover, this was under the condition that he was healthy.
Fang Yun didn't know how many days he had spent here. Perhaps one month, perhaps three months. He also didn't know how long it would take to harvest the wheat. Based on the current situation, it would take four to five months just to harvest the wheat.
At the beginning, Fang Yun rested every hour. Later, he rested every half an hour. Then, he rested every twenty minutes, ten minutes, and even five minutes.
After a long time, Fang Yun cut a handful of wheat and threw it on the ground. He held his waist and slowly stood up, looking forward blankly.
Between the blue sky and the yellow earth, a young figure fell down heavily.
Large amounts of blood flowed out of Fang Yun's eyes, nose, and mouth.
Fang Yun looked at the dazzling sun in the sky and knew that his body couldn't hold on anymore.
Fang Yun was in a daze and felt intense pain all over his body. But soon, a warm current enveloped his body and his body completely recovered in an instant. Then, his connection with the literary palace was completely reestablished and all his strength returned to his body.
An unprecedented feeling of comfort spread throughout his body. Fang Yun even felt like crying.
Previously, it was as if he was in hell.
Fang Yun slowly opened his eyes and found himself lying in the main hall of the Valley of Worries. There was no heaven and earth, no valley, and no Valley Elder.
"I failed."
Fang Yun sighed softly, but he wasn't depressed. This was because before entering the Valley of Worries, he had already prepared himself for failure.
Fang Yun reached out and grasped the official seal. Only twelve hours had passed. The few months in the Valley of Worries were like a nightmare.
Fang Yun lowered his head and raised his hands. On his palms were fresh wounds that had just healed. Fang Yun tried to stand up and felt a slight ache all over his body. It was as if he had an uncomfortable afternoon nap. Furthermore, his head was groggy. Even if he had the literary gall to support him, it was useless.
Fang Yun used the last of his strength to reach Chong Wen Courtyard. When he reached home, he went straight to his bedroom and fell into a deep sleep.
In the haze, Yang Yuhuan's voice sounded.
"Husband, get up quickly. You are about to leap through the dragon gate. They are all waiting for you."
"Fang Yun, I heard that you went to the Valley of Worries? And you went through hundreds of Worries? Are you cultivating or committing suicide? Yuhuan, forget it. I will carry him to the Dragon Palace. "Ao Huang's voice sounded.
After that, Fang Yun felt like he was in the clouds. He continued to sleep in a daze on Ao Huang's back.
Too tired.
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