A deserted suburb outside Quyang City.

This is a piece of rotten land that would make any old farmer sigh. On weekdays, few people stop.

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, so 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 Mi Liang, 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 a seat at the top. This place has a wide view and 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, and 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, and his heart felt as sweet as honey.

Ten good tillers recommended by the people stood in a row with radiant faces and geared up, drawing bursts of cheers from the onlookers.

Xiong Wuliang's farming competition was promoted by Shi Eryitong, and it is now the focus of the entire 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 in Zhao Li - they can cultivate an acre of land in a day!"

Everyone looked at him sideways.

When Xiong Wuliang heard this, he couldn't help but glance over - even in later generations, with advanced modern farm tools, only two acres of land could be cleared in one 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 full of anger!

"I understand now!" The ten good tillers were gearing up, and the onlookers also nodded.

The rules are simple! You can’t fake it even in full view of the public!

Xiong Wuliang pointed at the soldiers behind him: "You, fight for the government."

The selected soldiers did not look very strong.

At least he's much worse than those ten guys who look big and round at first glance.

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 melon egg, and the result is no longer necessary."

"Huh? That's it? I think I can win even if I play!"

"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 face, and supported today's protagonist, Qu Yuuli.

In order not to miss the critical moment, every soldier has practiced how to operate the plow over and over 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 focused for a long time, immediately began to wave their grass crazily in their hands!

Amidst the cheers of the onlookers, the faces of the ten people 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 best to use the curved shaft plow with oxen. If there are no oxen, 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 strength!

…

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, Quyuanli gained the inertia to move forward, and the soldiers gradually found their 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 a strenuous job.

But you must win the 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 in my ears, but they don’t seem to be exclamating themselves!

The man couldn't help but slow down his movements and subconsciously looked back.

Shocked!

The soldier is right behind him!

She is not blushing or out of breath, and she still seems to have some energy left!

The big man was shocked and immediately concentrated all his attention on cultivating the land.

However, my arm is 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 even speed, and the distance became further and further away.

The onlookers roared.

Everyone could see that the soldier was a novice in farming.

But the plow he used was weird!

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 masters combined are on par with the soldiers!

Moreover, the furrows plowed by the soldiers were uniform in depth, regular and straight.

Make a decision!
To be continued...