With the US military stick styling formation that Wu Qingchen secretly taught Antor to the name of treating plowing oxen, Rory and four others were "treated" after just one encounter.

Watching this scene, the other serfs were shaking in an orderly manner, and the efficiency of their labor suddenly improved.

No one wants to become the next non-performing asset that has been stripped, thrown into the corner and be supervised by the police officer alone. Then he is hit by a few sticks from time to time, lying on the ground at any time, tears flowing from his eyes and nose, and his hands, feet and bodies twitching.

So, another round, and the last round of labor of the day, all the groups actually did the work again to the first branch representing the fastest speed of 100%.

Reward beans, pack up, say goodbye to each other, and drive the serfs back to the village.

Half an hour later, the last ray of sunlight disappeared.

At the end of the third day of the Xia Dynasty, the serfs who were absolutely immune to Wu Qingchen's "care for the halo" showed the advanced nature of division of labor and cooperation to the medieval world.

Eight hours later, the sun rose again.

Six days have passed since Wu Qingchen moved the hive.

The unlucky bees, in their new position, continue to silently make great contributions to mankind that are no less than those of plowing oxen.

And it will soon show the necessity of division of labor and cooperation to the Middle Ages.

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Middle Ages.

February 18, 0001.

The horizon was slightly shiny.

The time for service is up.

On the road to the commons, you can see villagers walking in a hurry everywhere.

On a path that deviates from the direction of the commons, three figures carrying farm tools are running quickly.

The vigorous exercise made the three of them covered in sweat and their faces flushed.

"Father...Father, take a break, take a break..."

Running to a small bush, wiping sweat from his forehead, the eldest son pointed at his younger brother while gasping, saying, "Dubin can't run..."

"Stop? What to take?" Upton walked in front of him without stopping. "He would have the nerve to take a break? If he hadn't been slow, the work in the field would have been done long ago... Well, you can help this little bastard carry things... it's useless!"

The second son lowered his head and handed over the farm tools to his brother.

"Hold on! Just wait for another two days..." Put the farm tools handed over by my brother to the other shoulder, and taking advantage of this gap, the eldest son comforted him: "I heard yesterday... Uncle Neil has agreed that tomorrow, when the Grover family finishes their work first, they can lend us the ox."

"Thank you, brother."

"Go away quickly, otherwise it's too late."

"I know... I know, brother." The second son nodded weakly.

When... when... when...

The second bell of the church came from mid-air.

"Hurry... Hurry... Hurry... Hurry!" Upton, who was carrying the plow cart, accelerated his pace again: "Well... Hurry... Hurry... Hurry, no matter how late, I really can't catch up with the head of the village!"

"Okay... OK, father."

If you miss the time when the banker counts the head of the bank, you will be scolded if you are lucky. If you are not lucky, you will probably have to get a few sticks.

The steps of the two sons immediately took a little faster.

To force speed increases, of course, there is a price to pay.

A few minutes later, the three people who were running quickly arrived at a corner.

Bang...whoosh...

My father, who had just turned the corner and walked in front, suddenly heard a sound of impacting the tree trunk, and then a series of robes rubbing against the plants.

It must be that little bastard again!

"Are you blind?"

Upton turned his head quickly while scolding.

Sure enough, the reckless second son failed to control his pace and rushed out of the path and staggered into the roadside.

He twisted a few more steps, and the second son finally fell down.

A few seconds later, lying in the floor, the second son supported his upper body, turned his head, and looked timidly at his father and brother on the side of the road.

"Why are you stunned?" Upton was furious: "What are you waiting for? Are you waiting for someone to kill you? Why don't you come out quickly!"

"Come out quickly, Dubin, come out quickly!" The eldest son also urged quickly, looking around with his eyes nervously.

This is a buckwheat field where all flowers and some begin to bear seeds!

Dubin rushed in with his kick, and he still didn't know how many straws he had stepped on to death!

If the owner of the land knew about this, a generous family might be able to let go after only half a day of scolding. An irritable family might pick up the farm tools and fight with their families!

Fortunately, Xia Shi concentrated the entire village on the road to the commons, and no one passed by this remote path in recent days.

The eldest son looked around and never saw anyone else, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, Doberman also used his hands and feet to climb out of the buckwheat field.

"Little beast!" Just as he stood back to the commons, Dubin was slapped in the face.

"Okay, OK, father...Dubin didn't mean it..." The eldest son quickly grabbed Upton, turned around, and was about to comfort his younger brother, suddenly his eyes widened: "Dubin! Why are you still holding this? You're losing it!"

It was about when he fell, he subconsciously waved his hand to try to grab something to support his body. Dobern's right hand suddenly had a straw of buckwheat.

Dobert hurriedly threw the straw to the side of the road.

"Tsk, look at this fool!"

Are you afraid that others won't see it?

Upton walked over, raised his right hand slightly, and had prepared another slap for his second son.

"I'll do it, I'll do it..." The eldest son hurriedly walked forward first, picked up the straw, and raised his hand.

Raise your hand... Raise your hand... Raise your hand... Raise your hand... Raise your hand...

The eldest son kept raising his hand.

"What's wrong...Dina?" After waiting for several breaths, Upton was a little surprised.

As if he had just woken up from a dream, when he heard Upton's question, the eldest son suddenly shuddered.

The next moment, the eldest son rubbed his eyes hard and tightened the wheat straw to his eyes: "Father...father... come and see!"

"What's wrong? Get it out quickly, it's too late!"

Upton walked over quickly.

"Father!" Dyna stuffed the straw into Upton's hands, "Look!"

"What are you looking at?" After taking the straw, Upton muttered and glanced at him casually.

I glanced over... I glanced over... I glanced over... I glanced over... I glanced over...

Upton could no longer look away.

The father and brother had such a strange performance that they should have forgotten their recklessness. Dubin breathed a sigh of relief and then came over curiously.

Got over... Got over... Got over... Got over... Got over... Got over...

Dubin's eyes widened.

Dobern saw the most beautiful straw in his life.

This is a buckwheat branch that has entered the flowering stage to the seedling stage.

At the top of it is a small flower bud.

In the next few sections, surrounded by circles of slightly larger buds.

After a few more sections, the flowers began to bloom.

Further down the flowers is the greatest desire of the entire Akerry village, and all the villagers: wheat seeds.

From the age we can recall, we have been exploring the fields. In the past ten years, Dobin has seen countless buckwheat branches.

However, none of the buckwheat I have seen in the past can match the buckwheat in front of me.

After getting used to dealing with this plant, Doubin remembers it very clearly that the largest source of food in this Aicre village is that every time the flowering period, flowers bloom all over the sky.

However, only a flower with a number of ten fingers will have a flower’s position, which can eventually produce wheat seeds and become a food that is truly possible to harvest.

The buckwheat branch in front of him completely subverted Doberman's previous impression of buckwheat.

It is completely different from that of Doberman’s impression that most of the sparse wheat straws and extremely rare, slightly more wheat straws.

This buckwheat branch extends from the flowers down to the bottom of the straw. The location of each node is almost surrounded by dense wheat seeds.

"Master!"

After seeing it clearly, there was no process of thinking. Dubin's first reaction was this most sacred word.
To be continued...