The Great Qin: Stop Pretending, Your Father, I Am Qin Shihuang

v1 Chapter 892: we start class now

A village in the northern part of Daqin after ten days.

At this time, the sun was almost in the middle of the sky, exuding infinite light and heat.

The crops in the fields were all wilted, and even the insects hid.

However, a few farmers were panting and working in the fields.

No one spoke, and everyone put their remaining energy to work.

At this time, a few young peasants walked past the ridge, and when they saw the peasants in the fields, they shouted,

"Huo! Why don't you go to study? That Mr. Su is so nice."

"Yes, and brought us snacks."

"It's that sweet, sweet thing."

Hearing the shouts of the teenagers, a young farmer working in the field just waved to them feebly as a greeting.

Soon the boys left after talking for a while.

At this time, the peasant boy was out of breath, and with a bit of caution, he said to the elderly peasant next to him,

"Dad, I also want to go to school."

The old peasant just didn't answer the other party's words, wiped his sweat, and then said,

"When we're done, we'll have two potatoes and we'll be able to rest."

"This place is not ours, we have to take care of it carefully, or the other party won't find us next time."

"You don't want to go back to being a slave either."

This field is not their own, they are just helping people do farm work.

Hearing this, the peasant boy couldn't help shivering. Of course he didn't want to go back to the days when he was treated as a beast.

It was just the exhaustion of exhaustion and the feeling that he was almost cooked by the sun, so he couldn't help complaining.

"Dad, I don't want to."

After talking about the farmer boy, he didn't say anything more and started to do farm work.

Seeing the young man continue to work, a trace of guilt flashed in the eyes of the old farmer. He was too old. When he was recruited in the north, he was not selected.

Although he knew that there were only 5,000 new soldiers left in the end of the 150,000 slave-born new soldiers, but the families of those new soldiers who died in battle all got land.

And although they were restored to freedom by the government, they did not have any fields.

Only with the help of the peasant family, they can get some compensation by working for the peasants who have fields but lack labor.

Everyone supported each other and barely survived.

Now there are indeed teachers who teach for free in every village, but they don't have land. Even if schooling is free, he can't make his children go to school without doing anything.

With a slight sigh in his heart, the old farmer quickly continued to lower his head and prepare to work.

Just then, there was another shout in the distance,

"Lao Huo, Lao Huo! There's something good!"

The old peasant looked up and found that he was usually helping his peasant family, holding something in his hand, walking towards him, and he hurriedly walked towards the other side.

He still has great respect for the peasants.

When they got close, they saw that the other party was holding some cloth and grain in his hand, and then they met, and the peasant family stuffed the cloth and grain into his hand,

"It's all yours."

Touching the grain and cloth in his hand, Lao Huo was stunned.

"This is…"

The farmer said with a smile,

"Don't worry, this is a gift from His Royal Highness the Daqin Prince and the peasant saint. They are going to have a wedding. These are their original materials, and they are all given to us now."

"I can tell you that these are all good things."

"You've had a better winter."

Speaking of these words, a glint of envy flashed in the eyes of the farmers, and he didn't have any of these things.

Of course, it's not like he didn't have some bad thoughts in his heart. People, who doesn't want good things?

It's just that the supervision of farmers is very strict now. Once found, they will be expelled from the farmers and handed over to the government.

After hearing this, Lao Huo touched the cloth and food in his hand, and he didn't know what to say for a while, so he could only repeat,

"Thank you, His Royal Highness, and thank you saintess."

The peasant family also sighed at this time,

"Hey, it's your life, okay, I'm going to give it to someone else, so I'll go first."

After that, the peasant family left here.

And Lao Huo looked at the cloth in his hand, and his expression changed for a while. He would definitely not use these cloths himself, and he could exchange a lot of things in the market.

After this winter, there is no problem, after all, their requirements are not high.

But he looked still standing in the field, his eyes were full of numbness, like the son of a shriveled calf, and he made a decision in his heart.

Licking his dry lips, Old Huo said,

"You don't have to work tomorrow."

Hearing this, the peasant boy's eyes flashed with confusion, and asked,

"Father, I don't work, so what do I do?"

Lao Huo touched the cloth in his hand and said,

"You go to school too."

The peasant boy was stunned for a moment, then said,

"But Daddy's life in this land..."

Before the other party could finish speaking, the old Meinong man interrupted the other party and said,

"I don't have any problem doing this work, I just want to save a little bit, but you have to remember that this is your only chance. If it doesn't work, then come back and work with me honestly. These three acres of land are enough. You have lived your whole life."

The peasant boy nodded, but he was already ruthless in his heart, he must not miss this opportunity!

The next morning, after drinking a few sips of cold water, the peasant boy left the village with the peasant boy from yesterday with a steamed potato in his arms.

Hearing what the boys in the same village said along the way, Xiao Huo felt nervous and uneasy in his heart.

He didn't know what kind of situation he would face.

"Huo, don't worry, Mr. Su is fine."

The companion next to him comforted him.

Soon the group arrived at a few wooden houses in the wild, where many teenagers like them could be seen.

On the gate of Zhuangzi hangs a simple wooden sign with four characters written on it,

Heming Academy.

Of course he didn't understand.

He followed his companion all the way into a classroom, and saw a slightly handsome young man sitting at the top.

When the teenagers saw each other, they shouted,

"Hello, Mr. Su."

The slightly handsome young man smiled and nodded, glanced down, and said with a bit of surprise,

"It seems that there are more people today. This is a good thing."

He hadn't asked the reason, but the young man said with a bit of pride,

"Mr. Su, my father said that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and the peasant girl sent us their wedding details, so I won't have to worry about it this winter, so my father asked me to try it."

"me too!"

The young Huo also nodded.

Seeing this scene, Mr. Su's expression became slightly complicated, and he said softly to himself,

"He really got here, just why would he have a wedding here?"

"I should go check it out too."

Soon, Mr. Su came back to his senses and said to the teenagers with a smile,

"We're starting classes now."

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