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Chapter 243 The Awakening of the Song Family's Children

At the end of March and the beginning of April, the busiest time for spring plowing has arrived.

Song Yang went out in person again and led the people to plant rice and cultivate the fields.

This time Song Yang's personal efficiency was not very high.

Transplanting is not harvesting, and the technical level required is actually quite high.

Skilled people have already formed a dual memory of spirit and muscle, and can achieve success in one go.

Song Yang, you have to aim carefully when holding rice seedlings.

Of course, there are others who are slower than Song Yang, such as Song Chengwang, and the children of the old Song family from other alliances.

I have to say that the old Song family is really not very good at farm work...

"Uncle Qi. I heard that our ancestors of the Song family were hunters? I think that's right. You can see that we are quite accurate in shooting and shooting, but not so good in planting rice."

Song Yang turned around and looked at his seventh uncle Song Tong, who was about the same speed as him, and at the group of older Song family members who were slower than him and curled his lips and asked.

"Who said that! Our old Song family has always been a family of officials, and the first recorded ancestor was also a serious Yu Heng." Song Tong glanced at it a few times, inserted the seedlings in his hands and said.

"Yu Heng? Isn't that an official in charge of mountains, forests, and rivers? Isn't he a hunter? At most he is a high-level hunter...Planting rice is more difficult than hunting!"

Song Yang planted a seedling crookedly, then planted a new one, complaining a little.

Song Tong wiped his sweat with his arm and really didn't know what to say.

Although he wanted to refute it, Song Yang was indeed right. Yu Heng was really the official hunter in charge of the mountains and rivers.

"Ouch!"

While pondering this matter, Uncle Qi accidentally fell, the seedlings in his hand flew away, and the clothes on his body became dirty.

"Father! Father! Are you okay?" Song Ning hurriedly called over to help Song Tong.

Song Ning has been living in Jiangzhou and goes to school every day when he has nothing to do.

Song Ning was only literate before, but in the past month or so, she has learned a lot.

Poems, songs, astronomy, geography, handicrafts, woodworking, agriculture and industry, basically everything.

Anyway, idle is idle.

The most important thing is that she has more than half a year of mountain survival experience, and reality forces her to continuously enrich herself.

Even after arriving in Jiangzhou, she did not change this habit.

In line with the attitude of not overburdening yourself with the skills, you can learn as much as you can.

I have to say that Song Ning's mind is still very smart.

Agricultural political officer Zhang Mi also praised Song Ning several times.

Song Ning was able to learn very well in farming, which the old Song family was least good at.

After helping Uncle Qi up, everyone temporarily stopped what they were doing.

After a busy morning, it's time to take a rest.

"Oh! It's so hard for farmers!"

Sitting on the ridge of the field, Song Tong sighed.

It's okay if you fall in the mud.

"Uncle Qi. I think... even if the world is settled in the future, the people of the old Song family... will have to work in the fields often." Song Yang said, flexing his stiff neck.

"Yes! What a good idea! Every spring plowing and autumn harvesting, the old Song family members, no matter what their status, must go to the fields. If you don't feel the hardship personally, how can you understand the difficulties of the people? This matter should be implemented!" Seventh Uncle Song Tong strongly agreed.

Song Yang nodded and said: "The higher the position, the more important it is for people to understand how to survive in this world."

"If you don't even know what the people need, governing the country and ensuring peace is just empty talk."

Song Yang sent two words of emotion.

Song Ning, who was sitting next to Song Tong, nodded and agreed:

"Brother Ayang is right! In the past six months, I have really understood how miserable the people in this world are. If I have the ability, I really hope to make their lives better."

Song Ning thought of that difficult time again.

Song Yang smiled and said to Song Ning: "Don't worry, life will get better in the future."

"Yes! I believe in brother Ayang!" Song Ning nodded heavily.

The three of them were talking enthusiastically, but Song Chengwang and several other Song family disciples not far away looked uncomfortable.

If it is stipulated that they should go to the fields to farm every year, then wouldn’t they have to suffer every year?

And the spring season and autumn harvest are twice a year?

"Ouch, I'm going to take my life!"

"This job is too tiring. Why don't you, Chengwang, talk to Uncle Wang?"

"Yes, yes, Uncle Wang values ​​you the most. It will definitely help if you tell me."

Everyone was buzzing around Song Chengwang.

Song Chengwang covered his waist, he was also very tired.

But he won't tell others about it.

"No! What's there to say? Don't you understand Uncle Wang's good intentions? Don't you see the suffering of the people?"

Song Chengwang refused sternly.

"I understand! We understand Uncle Wang's intentions! We also see the suffering of the people. But look at how exhausted we are. If we continue like this, we won't be able to get off the ground for several days."

"Yes, yes, we know everything. As long as Uncle Wang doesn't work with us, we know everything!"

Everyone wanted to talk again, but Song Chengwang was a little annoyed and said: "Fart! You know everything and you still want me to persuade Uncle Wang?"

"Are you tired? Aren't the common people tired? Aren't Uncle Wang and Seventh Uncle tired?"

"Look at you, you've been doing this little job all morning and you haven't taken fifty steps!"

"Aunt Ning has given you hundreds of seedlings!"

"Isn't Aunt Ning spoiled? What did they say? Why are you the only ones complaining? Are you worse than Aunt Ning?"

Song Chengwang gave a series of contemptuous lectures, and everyone looked at Song Ning.

In the morning, I just complained to myself because I was tired, and I didn’t pay attention to others.

When Song Chengwang said this, they remembered that Song Ning was also working in the fields.

It doesn't matter when I look over to Song Ning. Good guy, two rows of rice seedlings have been planted.

This group of people's first run has just begun.

"Huh! You saw it! If you think you are not as good as a woman, then I will talk to Uncle Wang!"

Song Chengwang sat on the ridge of the field, drank a lot of cold drinks, and ignored these guys again.

The children of the Song family look at me and I look at you. In the end, no one has the nerve to say that they are inferior to women.

Daqian's male chauvinism is still very prevalent.

Especially the nobles and nobles, these guys are more face-saving.

Getting them to admit this is not much harder than killing them.

"Alas! Maybe we are really not as good as Ning'er!" Song Lei, the senior one, suddenly sighed with emotion.

"Huh?" Everyone looked at him with contempt.

But Song Lei stood up without caring and said:

"It's not as good as it is. Do you think her work efficiency is high? Not to mention Ning'er, it's Brother Wang, Uncle Qi and Chengwang. Who can we compare with?"

"We are all members of the Lao Song family. Could it be that we almost didn't succeed?"

"Now I understand! What's missing is awareness!"

"Don't rest any longer! Work! Work!"

"Get up and work! At least catch up with this guy Song Chengwang, so he won't laugh at us!"

Song Lei kicked these boys one by one and pulled them to the fields.

Although Song Chengwang worked faster than them, he was not much faster, so he could catch up with all his strength.

"Hey! Uncle Lei still understands the truth!"

"But it's not easy for you to surpass me. I didn't use my full strength this morning!"

Song Chengwang also stood up and walked to the working field...


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