"Hey, can I try it?"

This was Zhou Bingwen's first time experiencing these things up close, and he wanted to try it out and see what it felt like to harvest wheat.

"Okay, I'll tell you how to use the sickle. Be careful not to hurt yourself."

The middle-aged man who works has great respect for scholars and hopes that when the year is good, he can also send his own children to school.

“Like this, hold the sickle handle in your right hand, grab a handful of wheat stalks in your left hand, cut them off with the knife close to the ground, and put them behind you.”

Be careful not to cut your leg.

Zhou Bingwen watched for a while and thought it was good enough, so he tried it himself.

However, it is one thing to understand with your ears, but quite another to understand with your hands.

I managed to cut down a few handfuls of wheat, but they were uneven and several stalks were left behind.

"Here you go, folks. I'm wasting food. You guys are amazing, you cut it so fast and evenly."

Zhou Bingwen straightened his back secretly, feeling like his back was about to break.

"What's so great about it? You'll get the hang of it after doing it a lot. We've been working since we were little babies, for decades now. How could we not do it well?"

My fellow villager was a talkative fellow villager; once he lost his initial reserve, he became much more talkative.

"How much can you harvest from this acre of land? Is it all your own?"

“These are rented fields; we don’t own this much land ourselves. Our family owns only a few acres, and after paying taxes, the rest is barely enough to make ends meet.”

If it's a bad year, we have to tighten our belts. This year's harvest is good; look how big and heavy these ears of wheat are.

After selling the wheat, we had some extra money, so we sent our children to school to learn to read and write, hoping they could find work in the city someday.

As Zhou Bingwen listened to his fellow villager's hopeful words, he felt a strange, indescribable feeling.

They do the hardest work and earn little, yet they are full of hope for the future.

Having enough to eat and wear, and with some extra money, they can teach their children to read a few words. It's a very simple thing, but for them, it's extremely difficult.

At this moment, he somewhat understood what Master Jiang meant, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it; he had a feeling of half-understanding.

Jiang Shuyun, seeing that it was almost time, gathered everyone together to prepare to return to the academy.

What these students gain today depends on themselves.