A deserted suburb outside Quyang City.
This is a piece of rotten land that would make any old farmer sigh. Few people stop here on weekdays.
Today, this place is packed with people, so lively!
It is the busy season of summer, and it is too late for farmers to work in the fields. How can they give up their precious busy farming time to get together in broad daylight?
Taking a closer look, I found that in the middle of the front row of the crowd was the newly crowned Quyang Jun Miliang, surrounded by a group of soldiers!
"The Lord has an order - the plowing competition has officially begun!" a soldier shouted loudly.
The flag waved, and the crowd roared with excitement.
Under the guidance of several soldiers, Xiong Wuliang took his seat at the top. The view here is wide and you can have an unobstructed view of the entire competition venue.
The trees in the competition venue have been cut down, and the larger rocks in the land have also been dug away.
Although the initial work of reclaiming the wasteland has been done, this bad land is still a headache.
After all, it is a piece of wasteland that has never been developed. The soil is very compacted. Even a good farmer will sigh and scratch his head when he sees this land.
Behind Xiong Wuliang, Shi Er said respectfully and flatteringly: "Master, are you satisfied with the villain's arrangement?"
Xiong Wuliang nodded and praised: "Not bad."
Shi Er immediately burst into laughter, feeling as sweet as honey.
Ten good tillers recommended by the people stood in a row with radiant faces and geared up, arousing cheers from the onlookers.
Xiong Wuliang's farming competition was promoted by Shi Eryitong, and it is now the focus of attention in Quyang!
Who wouldn’t want to make a splash at such a highly anticipated event?
Sure enough, Shi Er didn't lie - Xiao Junhou had already arrived at the scene to judge in person!
If you can perform well in the plowing competition, you will not only receive a huge prize of 'ten gold', but you may also attract the attention of the lord - if you can be favored by this nobleman, wouldn't it be a great thing?
Naturally, each village does its best to select the best farmers in the village!
"That is our player from Xigou! When it comes to farming, he is definitely a good player!"
"My fourth child will definitely win today!"
"You can't do it at first glance! Look at the people we selected from Zhao Li - they can cultivate an acre of land in a day!"
Everyone looked at him sideways.
Xiong Wuliang heard it and couldn't help but glance over - even in later generations, with advanced modern farm tools, only two acres of land could be cleared a day by hand.
I can use the simple farm tools of the Warring States Period to make one acre a day!
It is indeed a cruel thing.
Xiong Wuliang stood up, and the scene quickly became quiet.
"Mi Liang has attached great importance to people's livelihood since he inherited the title; today's competition is designed to encourage farmers and mulberry trees - your goal is to plow open the wasteland in front of you. Within half an hour, who can plow an area larger than that of the government? I will reward you with ten gold coins!"
"Do you understand, second or third son?" Xiong Wuliang was very angry!
"I understand!" The ten plowing experts were gearing up, and the onlookers also nodded.
The rules are simple! You can’t lie in front of everyone!
Xiong Wuliang pointed at the soldiers behind him: "You, fight for the government."
The selected soldiers did not look very strong.
At least he was much worse than those ten experts who looked like they were big and round.
The soldier who was pointed out was ordered to march out, eliciting disappointed boos from the crowd:
"You're here to compete with your physique?"
"There is no black callus on the shoulder, just a raw melon egg, and the result is no longer necessary."
"Huh? That's it? I think I can win even if I go up against you!"
"My lord must have deliberately let me and other farmers win these ten golds, and encourage us to open up wasteland."
"Yes, yes..."
…
The people below shook their heads in despair, but the soldiers did not panic at all.
The soldier stepped forward, took off his armor with an expressionless expression, and supported today's protagonist, Qu Yuuli.
In order not to lose the chain at the critical moment, every soldier has repeatedly practiced how to operate the curved shaft plow in the past few days.
Although I am not yet proficient in using it now, I am definitely not a beginner!
"The game begins!" Zhong Hua ordered!
The ten big men, who had been highly concentrated for a long time, immediately began to wave the grass in their hands crazily!
Amidst the cheers of the onlookers, the ten people's faces turned red, and they were making rapid progress!
On the other hand, when looking at the soldiers, he straightened the plow without haste...
In fact, it is better to use the Quyuan plow in conjunction with ox plowing. If there are no cattle, at least two people should operate it at the same time.
If it weren't for the fact that Qu Yangjun's personal soldiers were all warriors who had experienced hundreds of battles, the ordinary man's strength would not be able to destroy this huge Qu Yuanli.
Although this soldier's muscles don't look exaggerated, he is still one of the best in a hundred!
…
At the beginning of the competition, the ten master tillers were sweating profusely and were far ahead!
The soldiers just followed slowly behind.
"Sure enough, the speed difference is too far!" The onlookers shook their heads!
"The outcome has been decided! Those ten people will all receive ten golds!" Some people were envious and jealous.
But soon, Qu Yuuli gained the inertia to move forward, and the soldier gradually found his hand!
Slowly start to catch up!
The distance keeps shrinking!
…
The big man from Zhao Li was indeed the favorite to win the championship. He rushed to the front and opened up a long distance from the second place.
But as time went by, he also felt that his speed had dropped significantly.
After all, swinging the grass continuously is strenuous work.
But we must win first place! Receive the reward from the Lord and honor your ancestors!
The big man worked hard, but felt something was getting more and more wrong.
Why did the cheers get smaller?
There are still exclamations and commotions from the onlookers, but they don’t seem to be exclamating themselves!
The man couldn't help but slow down his movements and subconsciously glanced back.
Shocked!
The soldier is right behind him!
She is not blushing or out of breath, and seems to still have some energy left!
The big man was shocked and immediately concentrated all his attention on cultivating the land.
However, my arm was getting more and more sore.
The speed is getting slower and slower.
The big man watched with despair on his face as the soldier passed him at an unhurried and steady speed, and the distance became farther and farther away.
The onlookers roared.
Everyone could see that the soldier was a novice in farming.
But there’s something weird about the plow he uses!
Everyone's eyes are focused on the curved shaft plow!
…
In less than half an hour, all the land prepared by Shi Er had been plowed, and the game was declared over.
The result is clear at a glance - the furrows plowed by the soldiers themselves account for nearly half of the entire land!
The remaining ten farming experts combined are on par with the soldiers!
Moreover, the furrows plowed by the soldiers were of the same depth and straight.
Make a decision!
The onlookers were silent.
"I declare that the farming competition is over! The government wins!" Shi Er, who hosted the competition, announced loudly.
"I don't accept it!" The man in Zhao Li was steaming all over and was panting as he spoke: "There must be something wrong with the tools he uses!"
Of course, any sane person would notice that there was something strange about the uniquely shaped Quyuanli in the hands of the soldiers.
"The government won simply because the tool was better!" The man named Zhao shouted angrily, regardless of the obstruction of others.
Everyone looked worriedly at Xiong Wuliang, who was sitting in the middle, fearing that he would be angry because of the big man's indifference to dignity.
Shi Er, who was beside Xiong Wuliang, stood up in an awkward manner: "How presumptuous! This tool was designed by the Lord himself, so of course it is better!"
"The soldiers are not skilled enough to operate it, otherwise it would be faster!"
Everyone was in an uproar.
Already one is worth ten, is this still unskilled?
Can it be faster? !
