Chapter 892 Let’s Start Class Now

A village in the northern part of Great Qin more than ten days later.

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

The crops in the field were all wilted by the sun, and even the insects were hiding.

But there were several farmers working in the fields, breathing heavily.

No one spoke, everyone was conserving their remaining energy to do things.

At this time, several young farmers were walking by the field. When they saw the farmers in the field, they shouted,

"Huo! Why don't you go to school? That gentleman named Su is such a nice person."

"Yes, he also brought us snacks."

"It's that kind of fragrant and sweet stuff."

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

Soon the teenagers left after talking for a while.

At this time, the young farmer panted heavily and said to the old farmer next to him with some caution,

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

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

"After doing this, we will get two potatoes, and then we can rest."

"This land is not ours. We must take good care of it, otherwise the other party will not come to us next time."

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

This land is not their own, they are just doing farm work for others.

Hearing this, the young farmer couldn't help but shudder. Of course he didn't want to go back to the days when he was treated like a beast.

It was just the feeling of exhaustion and exhaustion, and the feeling of being almost cooked by the sun, that made him unable to help but complain.

"Dad, I don't want to."

After saying this, the young farmer said nothing more and began to continue doing farm work.

Seeing the young man continuing to work, a trace of guilt flashed in the old farmer's eyes. He was too old. When the army was drafted in the north, he was not selected.

Although he knew that only 5,000 of the 150,000 New Army soldiers who were slaves died in the end, the families of those New Army soldiers who died in the battle all received land.

Although they were restored to freedom by the government, they did not have any land.

They can only get some reward by working for farmers who have fields but lack labor, with the help of farmers.

Everyone supports each other and barely survives.

Nowadays, there are indeed teachers in every village who teach for free, but they have no land. Even if schooling is free, they have no way to let their 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 at this moment, a shout sounded again in the distance,

"Lao Huo, Lao Huo! Something good is going to happen!"

The old farmer looked up and saw that the farmer who usually helped him was walking towards him with something in his hand. He also walked towards the other person quickly.

He still has great respect for farmers.

When he got closer, he saw that the other person was holding some cloth and grain in his hand. When they met, the farmer put the cloth and grain into his hand.

"This is all yours."

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

"This is…"

The farmer smiled and said at this time,

"Don't worry, this is a gift from His Highness the Crown Prince of Qin and the peasant saint. They are going to hold a wedding. These are their original supplies, and now they are all given to us."

"I can tell you these are good things."

"You'll have an easy winter."

When he said this, a trace of envy flashed in the farmer's eyes. He had none of these things.

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

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

After listening to this, Lao Huo touched the cloth and food in his hands. He didn't know what to say for a while, so he could only repeat and muttered,

"Thank you, Your Highness, the Prince. Thank you, Holy Maiden."

The farmers also sighed at this time,

"Hey, this is your life, okay, I have to give it to others, so I'll leave first."

After saying that, the farmer left here.

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

There is no problem in surviving this winter, after all, their requirements are not high.

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

Licking his dry lips, Lao Huo said,

"You don't have to do any work tomorrow."

Hearing this, a trace of confusion flashed in the young farmer's eyes and he asked,

"Dad, if I don't work, what will I do?"

Lao Huo touched the cloth in his hand and said,

"You go to school too."

The young farmer was stunned for a moment, then said,

"But dad's work in this field..."

Before the other party could finish speaking, the old farmer interrupted him and said,

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

The young farmer nodded, but he was already furious in his heart. He absolutely couldn't let this opportunity pass him by!

Early the next morning, after drinking a few sips of cold water and carrying a steamed potato in his arms, the young farmer left the village with the other young farmers from yesterday.

Listening to what the boys in the same village said along the way, Xiao Huo felt nervous and uneasy.

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

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

His companions comforted him.

Soon the group arrived at several wooden houses located in the wild, where they could see many teenagers like them.

There is a simple wooden sign hanging on the gate of Zhuangzi with four big characters:

Heming Academy.

Of course he couldn't understand it.

Following his companions into a classroom, he 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,

"There seem to be a few more people today, which is a good thing."

Before he asked the reason, a young man below said with a bit of pride,

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

"Me too!"

Huo, the young man, also nodded.

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

"He really arrived here, but how could he hold the wedding here?"

"I should go check it out too."

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

"We'll start class now."

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