Fu Yun had never imagined that in such a short period of time, these talented people from Qi would embark on a path he had never imagined...
Seeing them practicing a style of boxing he had never seen before, seeing their serious expressions and their coordinated movements, Gongzi Yun's face was filled with:
Who am I? Where am I? What happened?
However, Kun Jingming, who came with him, was particularly satisfied.
The original plan for these young people from Qi State did not include military training. After all, the School of Arts wanted to earn points, so naturally they had to study as quickly as possible. Lang Yun was not responsible for keeping them physically fit.
However, when he discovered that these people were becoming obsessed with distilled liquor and even showing signs of alcoholism, Kun Jingming made a quick decision.
I would rather delay them for a while and put the course progress aside temporarily to help them correct their learning attitude!
It was at that time that Kun Jingming went to find Peng Lang and put the military training on the agenda.
Facts have proven that the effect is outstanding.
Not only does it improve these people's physical fitness, but it also greatly improves their learning efficiency.
As for alcohol, basically no one drinks it anymore.
Especially now that the distilled liquor from Zhou State has been getting better and better, the alcohol content of the "homework" brought back should not be underestimated.
If these young students from Qi State dare to swallow a breath, they will definitely lie down the next day and cannot get up, which will delay their training time and eventually they will be away from the school for a month.
The consequences are so serious that no one is willing to try it easily.
As a result, the morale of the new students in Qi State was tightened.
If you ignore the wide sleeves and long hair they wear, and only look at their fighting spirit, they really look like freshmen who have just started school.
This made it easier for Kun Jingming to get into the role of a senior student. As he looked at his junior classmates, his expression gradually became kind.
Although Tai Chi is a bit like playing mahjong, it is very good to be able to learn it to this level in such a short time.
So Kun Jingming smiled and said to Fu Jun, "It seems that their results are good, and their learning efficiency has been very high during this period."
Under normal circumstances, when Gongzi Yun heard the immortal praising him, he would definitely be proud in his heart, saying "My Great Qi is strong", while being polite on the surface.
But now, he couldn't laugh.
Especially after everyone performed the "Double Wind Piercing the Ears" move in unison, Fu Jun felt his eyes twitching.
In sharp contrast to the Prince of Qi is Ah Si who has always followed behind him.
In many cases, laymen watch the excitement while experts see the details.
The Tai Chi that seemed a little strange to Fu Yun was extremely exquisite in Ah Si's eyes.
The popular boxing styles nowadays require only two things: either they are beneficial to the body through diligent practice, or they can be used to protect oneself and cause damage to the enemy.
Although the movements of these gentlemen looked a little clumsy, you could already see some flavor of the moves.
Ah Si's eyes became brighter and brighter, and his body leaned forward unconsciously.
But he quickly averted his gaze, thinking to himself that such good boxing skills usually have to be passed down from a master, and there is a strict order of inheritance.
He is not from Langyun, and the immortal did not teach him anything. So is this a good thing that he can just look at casually?
Kun Jingming saw all of Ah Si's actions.
To Kun, all outsiders were collectively referred to as indigenous people, and there was no distinction between high and low, so he didn't think much about it and asked directly, "Do you want to learn?"
Ah Si was struggling with his thoughts, but upon hearing this, his body responded before his head.
But just as he nodded, he heard Fu Yun ask in surprise, "Why?"
Ah Si immediately explained to his young master, "Of course I want to learn such exquisite boxing techniques, but I also know that I am not qualified." After saying this, he turned to Kun Jingming and bowed. "Don't worry, Immortal, I will definitely forget everything I just saw and will never mention it to anyone else."
It is a common practice for those who practice martial arts not to learn other martial arts skills secretly.
But Kun Jingming obviously didn't have so many concerns and said directly: "If you want to learn, then learn. There is no threshold, and no one will ask you to take a test."
Ah Si was stunned for a moment, and then his cheeks flushed red: "Did the immortal really mean what he said?"
Kun Jingming nodded and said seriously: "Don't worry, as long as you are determined to learn, there will definitely be someone willing to teach you."
Didn’t you see the students from the Sports College standing in a row over there, their eyes almost green with anger?
In the pursuit of points, no opportunity can be missed.
Ah Si immediately looked at Fu Yun, his eyes filled with silent pleading.
Gongzi Yun still couldn't see what was so great about this slow-paced boxing technique, but he always believed in Ah Si's kung fu skills.
So at this moment, he did not stop her: "If it is good, then go and learn it. I will not be in any danger in the fairyland."
Ah Si was touched, knowing that this was his master's kindness towards him. At the same time, he looked at the Tai Chi that was almost over and laughed uncontrollably.
But before he could say anything else to Fu Jun, several sports students who had been attending the class for a long time came over and dragged him away.
Gongzi Yun did not leave, but stood on the sidelines, watching the talented scholars of Qi for a while before he slowly said, "The immortal's course is truly... unique."
Kun Jingming was also very satisfied with his arrangements, with a hint of laughter in his voice. "Considering their actual conditions, the intensity is not very high. The main purpose is not to make them strong, but to get them to have a regular schedule and get rid of bad habits. Look, these people look no different than before."
Gongzi Yun wanted to say that there was indeed no difference in body shape, but the skin color...
It’s hard not to get tanned if you stand in the sun like this every day!
The talented people of Qi also discovered this problem.
In fact, apart from the initial discomfort, they are now accustomed to this kind of life.
Get up on time, go to class on time, eat on time, and go to bed on time.
Especially after they discovered that this way of endorsement was faster, they completely gave up the "floating" distilled liquor and focused on being a hard-working and motivated freshman of Langyun.
The only problem is the skin color.
There are many countries in this world, and each has its own aesthetic standards. Take Qi for example, their men consider wearing flowers in their hair as valuable and having fair skin as beautiful.
This not only concerns other people's evaluation of oneself, but is also closely related to the imperial examination.
It can be said that if one wanted to be an official in Qi State, he could not even enter the examination hall if he was ugly, because if such a person became an official, it would damage the image of the court in front of the people. However, if he had good character and appearance, the examiner would look at him with more respect.
In other words, everyone looks at the face.
Nowadays, students who go to Langyun to study, regardless of their background, all want to take the imperial examination and become officials in the future, so they naturally don’t want to be tanned into charcoal.
When someone finds that his skin has become darker, he will rush to seek help from the immortal.
I happened to ask Zhang Miaomiao, who was responsible for training them that day.
In fact, at the beginning, the people of Qi were not very willing to accept the guidance of the female instructor.
As a result, Zhang Miaomiao saw this, but was too lazy to preach. He just knocked down ten people with one hand under the pretext of sparring, and convinced all the students of Qi State.
You have to accept it, being beaten really hurts.
Therefore, they were particularly respectful to Zhang Miaomiao at this moment, and spoke respectfully: "May I ask if the fairy has any method to whiten the skin?"
Zhang Miaomiao turned her head to look at him, and studied him for a while: "You look quite fair to me."
The man said nothing, but just silently tugged at his sleeves.
Zhang Miaomiao looked down and saw that the boundary was quite obvious.
So she smiled and said, "It's not a big deal. I'll get you some sunscreen later. You should apply it frequently."
Although I have never heard of sunscreen, I can tell its effects just by hearing the name.
He quickly bowed and said, "Thank you, Immortal..."
Before he could finish his words, Zhang Miaomiao took out her phone and said to him, "Tell me your request again."
The man was slightly stunned, but he still repeated obediently: "I hope the immortal can give me something to protect me from the sun."
"bite."
Zhang Miaomiao's phone vibrated, and she quickly accepted the new task released by the system, then went to find things for these people with a smile.
Soon he brought back several boxes.
Another instructor, Peng Lang, saw this, opened his mouth but said nothing. He just watched silently as Zhang Miaomiao handed the sunscreen to Qi people and taught them how to use it.
Only after the Qi students happily left did Peng Lang walk over to Zhang Miaomiao and stand beside her, whispering, "Where did you get all these bottles and jars?"
Zhang Miaomiao smiled and said, "I found a system replacement." She shook her phone and said, "The benefits outweigh the costs, so it's a good deal."
Peng Lang asked, somewhat puzzled, "Why do they use sunscreen?"
Zhang Miaomiao immediately straightened her expression, patted the man on the shoulder, and said seriously, "Why not? Boys should also take good care of themselves. It's good to live a more refined life."
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Zhang Miaomiao: "Besides, aren't points good?"
Peng Lang: ...Okay.
For the people of Qi, the arrival of sunscreen was like a treasure to them.
They even selected someone from within their company to stand at the door every morning, holding a bottle and squeezing some liquid into each person who passed by, to ensure that everyone used the same amount.
But this does not include Pei Jishang.
Although he was annoyed by people praising his face, as the most handsome man in the capital who could make a hairpin with flowers and a fan extremely elegant and moving, Pei Silangjun was indeed blessed with a unique advantage.
The fact that she doesn't get tanned is enough to make people envious and jealous.
But Pei Jishang did not regard this as a capital for showing off. He just felt that by skipping this step, he would have more time to create, write articles, and strive to be published in the immortal magazine.
Pei Silang, who is determined to pursue a career, is still working hard to write articles, but he has never been selected.
After being eliminated again, he was visibly depressed.
He couldn't even perform the "Wild Horse Parting its Mane" movement in Tai Chi properly. He looked limp, like a wild horse that had eaten too much.
This caught Peng Lang's attention.
Although he is a national defense student and strictly speaking is just one of Langyun's students, but as an instructor who was once in charge of military training, he is very clear that he needs to care about the mental state of these freshmen. This is his job as an instructor.
So after another round of exercises, Peng Lang sat down next to Pei Jishang and asked, "What happened?"
Pei Jishang looked up at Peng Lang and said in a muffled voice, "I didn't get selected for the Immortal Edition..."
Peng Lang was confused. Apparently, he had not yet adapted to the Aboriginal way of naming.
It was only after Zhang Miaomiao poked him and pointed into the distance that he understood.
So Peng Lang consoled her, "I've heard that quite a few people submit their work to each issue, but only a few are selected. Don't worry too much."
Pei Jishang was a little discouraged. "I just don't understand what criteria the Immortal Magazine uses when selecting articles. When it comes to rhetoric and allusions, I'm no worse than those who were selected."
To this question, Peng Lang would answer: "It needs to be meaningful."
Pei Silang: "...What do you mean?"
Peng Lang said seriously, "The school magazine, or what you call the immortal magazine, has the primary function of being read by people. Since it's a publication for people to read, its primary function is to allow people to gain information or knowledge from it, and that's what we prioritize when choosing."
These words were like sunshine, instantly illuminating the fog.
Pei Jishang then remembered that most of the articles selected for publication by people from Qi were about their concerns for the country and the people, or about exploring people's livelihood.
Although my writing skills are not as good as his, as Peng Lang said, what I said is meaningful.
But after thinking this through, Pei Silang became even more negative, almost burying his face in his hands, and muttered, "I've never been exposed to these things before. I'm afraid I won't be able to appear in the immortal journal in this lifetime."
The sound of grievance drew Zhang Miaomiao's attention. After a moment's thought, she said, "If you don't have any good suggestions, you could help translate ancient books. I heard many places are short of manpower. By the way, what does your family do?"
Pei Silang's ears twitched, and he raised his head and said, "Some are officials, and some are businessmen."
Zhang Miaomiao was stunned: "Can officials from Qi engage in business?"
Pei Jishang replied obediently: "My father is an official, a first-rank official, and my mother's family is a merchant, the second richest family in the south of Qi."
Zhang Miaomiao: …
So this person is the ancient version of the second generation of officials and the second generation of rich people.
Is this called the second generation plus?
Peng Lang thought for a moment and said, "In that case, you could write about Qi's trade activities, or analyze books on trade and write a paper."
Pei Jishang blinked: "Is that enough?"
Peng Lang said firmly, "That's definitely enough. And don't worry, the... immortals over at the Business School will definitely welcome you."
The reality was just as Instructor Peng said. When the business school students learned that Pei Jishang could help them translate books from Qi State and write papers with them, they were almost moved to tears by the new tasks that popped up in the system.
When they were applying for college, this was a gathering place for popular majors. Who would have thought that after traveling through time, they wouldn't even receive a serious mission?
Although I know it will be useful in the future, who doesn’t want to eat meat early?
As a result, Pei Jishang received unprecedented welcome in the business school!
If the School of Arts had not insisted that this was a great talent and refused to let him go, and if Pei Silang had not insisted on wanting to learn poetry and prose, I'm afraid the School of Business would have rushed over and tied this guy up.
What the School of Arts wants to ensure is that Pei Jishang attends classes on time and does not fall behind in progress. As for where he goes after class, there are no restrictions on him.
So he began to run between the business school and the liberal arts college.
A few days later, the first paper was published.
The content is quite simple. It is nothing more than a brief explanation of the books on trade brought by the people of Qi, and annotations to the unfamiliar nouns in them. The article is not long and the words used are extremely simple.
But such an article was actually published!
It was placed in a prominent position in the school magazine, with Pei Jishang's name right in the middle.
Pei Silang was shocked when he learned about this, and other students from Qi were also shocked.
Everyone immediately began to inquire about various secrets, and although Pei Jishang liked to compete, he did not keep anything to himself and told everyone everything about his communication with the fairyland.
So, the students from Qi State found the immortals one after another and began to tell them how they could help.
This family has served in the official kiln for generations, that one is related to the grain transport, and even if they are children from poor families, their families are involved in farming.
Soon the system tasks began to bounce wildly again, and all related majors entered carnival mode!
And these have nothing to do with Pei Jishang anymore.
Because through writing papers these days, he suddenly realized something.
That is, if you indulge in romance all day long, you will not win the favor of the immortals.
Reading is not for showing off, but for turning what you have learned into practical things. In a big way, it will benefit the country and the people, and in a small way, it will bring honor to the family.
His brother Pei Zhongwen had said these words more than once, but Pei Silang at that time never listened to them.
Now I feel that my brother is worthy of being my brother and what he said is right.
This made Pei Silang regain his respect for Pei Zhongwen, and he also remembered Peng Lang's help.
Once young people begin to admire someone, they will unconsciously imitate them and strive to become better.
This made Pei Jishang start communicating with the business school more actively. He wrote article after article and was almost about to open a column in the school magazine.
He was extremely popular among the students in Qi State, and people often came to visit him to learn from him.
One day, when a student from Qi State came to his dormitory to look for him, he saw Pei Jishang sitting upright at the table, but he did not pick up the pen. Instead, he stared at his arm and sighed.
Seeing him like this, the Qi student didn't even bother to spread the sunscreen on his hands. He hurriedly walked forward and asked, "What happened? What's wrong?"
Pei Jishang's cheeks puffed up, and then he muttered softly: "I'm fine all over, but there's just one thing I don't understand."
"What?"
"Why can't I get a tan? I want to have Instructor Peng's aura."
The student applying sunscreen silently lowered her head and looked at the demarcation between black and white on her arm, which was lighter but still distinct...
Thank you, don't say that, he is not sour at all!
As the communication between Qi students and Langyun deepened, time passed quickly.
Soon it was time to harvest the sweet potatoes.
Because Dechang County sends people to deliver the "Sweet Potato Observation Log" every ten days, the Agricultural College has a very accurate grasp of the growth conditions.
When the day came, the Agricultural College specially found Yue Yun, who was studying mathematics hard, and informed him about the harvest.
As the youngest son of Yue Junshou of Dechang County, Yue Xiaolangjun naturally cooperated with all his strength.
He soon sent his personal guards to Dechang County to deliver the letter.
When he arrived at the county magistrate's office, he happened to meet Cao Zhubu.
Cao Zhubu was originally supposed to stay in the village to supervise and guide the villagers in farming.
However, because Cao Zhubu had been overworked for so many years and could not withstand too much hardship, he fell ill not long after.
Fortunately, the official winemaker Nie Rui had also studied in Langyun, so he quickly took over Cao Zhubu's job and went to the village to help, thus allowing Cao Zhubu to come back to recuperate.
The disease came like a mountain falling and went away like a thread being pulled out. Only today was Cao Zhubu able to get up and pay a visit to the county magistrate.
Then I heard that the fairy potatoes were ready to be harvested!
Cao Zhubu, who had originally looked a little tired, immediately perked up and eagerly asked, "Sir, could you please allow me to go to the village with you?"
County Magistrate Yue showed concern: "Your health..."
Cao Zhubu hurriedly said, "I'm much better now. And according to what the immortal said before, the method of harvesting the immortal potatoes is also unique. Especially the seedlings must be carefully preserved. Lord Nie alone may not be able to take care of it. I can help you out if I go there."
County Magistrate Yue thought about it for a moment, then nodded and ordered someone to escort Cao Zhubu there, and instructed him to take good care of him.
After Cao Zhubu left, County Magistrate Yue relaxed his straight back and murmured softly, "I hope everything goes well."
Then he looked at the guard and found that the man had not left.
Then the governor of Yue asked, "What else?"
The guard stepped forward, held up the letter with both hands, and said respectfully, "This is what the young master asked me to pass on to you, sir."
Upon hearing this, County Magistrate Yue immediately took it and carefully opened the envelope while asking, "How is Yuner doing lately?"
The guard replied, "Young Master is doing well and has made great progress in his studies. He received a perfect score in the previous immortal test. This time, Young Master brought the test paper back for you to read and write your inscription. This is also the immortal's wish."
In fact, the original words from the Department of Mathematics were:
"Take the test papers back and have your parents sign them."
However, the guards didn't quite understand why they had to sign, so they could only follow their own guesses.
Yue Yun was particularly happy.
As a parent, who doesn’t want their children to be more successful?
Other people’s children go to schools or private tutoring at most, but look at your own child, he is studying in a fairyland and can even get full marks in the exam!
Even if County Magistrate Yue didn't understand what a perfect score meant, judging from the tone of his personal guards reporting the good news, it must be a good thing.
So he excitedly took out the test paper, unfolded it, and thought in his mind what words to write on it.
Then I saw a bunch of twisted and convoluted words that I couldn't understand...
Because Yue Yun was starting from scratch, most of the questions he took the test were about addition, subtraction, multiplication and division. There were only a few Chinese characters in the whole test, only numbers and symbols.
This put County Magistrate Yue in a difficult position.
After looking at it for a long time, all I had left was a look of “What is this?”
The guard bowed his head respectfully, not looking at his master's expression. He simply continued to report the good news: "Because of the young master's excellent performance, he was even praised on the radio."
County Magistrate Yue: ...
What is radio?
After a long pause, County Magistrate Yue picked up his pen and wrote a word of encouragement in the corner of the paper.
I sighed in my heart, it's not easy to be the father of a genius son.
On the other side, Cao Zhubu had already brought his men to the village.
But the atmosphere in the village was not very good at this time.
Niu Cunzheng was standing by the field, still leaning on his cane, his brows furrowed so tightly that the wrinkles on his face looked as if they were about to pop out. "Is that all? Are you sure you calculated correctly?"
His son Niu Da nodded solemnly and said in a low voice, "Dad, our village was already hit by a disaster. Even though the drainage and pollution control have helped, the land hasn't been damaged too much. However, we replanted too late. We missed the best time, so the seedlings didn't grow strong, and naturally the harvest was less."
Niu Er added: "I heard from the elders that if we don't come to our village, the harvests in other villages will not be good either."
Ushimura Masaru naturally knew this.
This year was a disaster year. The floods washed away the houses and the rice seedlings that had just been planted.
Even if the disaster-stricken villages replanted crops, they would not be able to obtain the same harvest as in previous years.
But there are too few people in their village.
Niu Cun was looking at the booklet in his hand. Except for the fairy potatoes, all the harvests from the other fields were here.
Looking at the record of a maximum yield of 100 kilograms per mu, he felt breathless. After a long while, he said in a deep voice, "I've asked around, and we have much less than other villages."
Niu Er snorted when he heard this: "They just laugh at me and make sarcastic remarks. Before, Cao Zhubu warned us not to spread the story of the magic potato, and we obeyed him. But the people in the neighboring village got interested in it. They don't know what we are growing, so they laugh at us behind our backs for trying desperate measures and growing grass instead of grain. Humph."
Niu Da patted his brother's back soothingly and said, "Who cares what they say? As long as the fairy potato harvest is good, that's all that matters."
But Ushimura Masaru is not so optimistic.
He roughly calculated in his mind that there was a gap of at least 600 kilograms between the village and the neighboring village this year.
Although the county will not force them to pay grain due to the disaster this year, people are always fighting for their own survival, and the closer they are to someone, the more competitive they become. Plus, their neighbors make fun of them for growing grass for fun every day, so how can Niu Muramasa not be angry?
Just as I was thinking about it, I saw someone coming towards this side.
They were Cao Zhubu and Nie Rui.
When the two saw Niu Muramasa, they asked, "Can we dig the fairy potatoes?"
Niu Cunzheng hurried over with the help of his crutches: "Not yet, isn't it harvest time yet?"
Cao Zhubu said as he walked: "The immortal said that now is a good time to start excavating."
Just one sentence made Niu Muramasa's eyes light up.
He completely forgot about the anxiety over the poor harvest and just kept calling on the villagers to help. He then picked up his crutches and followed them at a brisk pace.
The Niu brothers took a look and confirmed again that their father's legs and feet were very nimble and he didn't need a cane to help him at all.
The biggest use of this thing is probably to beat them...
Niu Cunzheng ignored the two fools and just stood beside the fairy potato field, saying loudly, "Where are the people who learned how to dig potatoes before?"
Soon more than twenty villagers stood up.
Niu Cunzheng looked at them and didn't say much, because Cao Zhubu and Nie Rui had already told them all the precautions.
At this moment, Niu Cunzheng just waved his hand and said, "Start digging."
One sentence caused cheers.
At this moment, almost the entire village was watching.
Because Langyun eliminated the plague and was indebted to the entire village, and the magic potato was a product of the fairyland, everyone had high hopes for it.
Even villagers who did not participate in the farming training would come and take a look from time to time.
Now that they knew the fairy potato was about to be born, no matter what they were doing, the whole village rushed to the surrounding area of the field, staring at it eagerly and discussing something in low voices.
But the villagers who were doing the work were quick and efficient, and soon went to the fields with their farm tools.
They had already conducted some drills before this.
In order to observe the development of the sweet potatoes, I have to dig them out and check them frequently these days.
Therefore, their movements at this moment were particularly agile. They could pull one out in just a few seconds, and they could also ensure that the branches and leaves on the ground were intact.
They patted the dirt and put the sweet potato aside carefully, then went to touch the next one.
Most of the villagers had never seen sweet potatoes. When they saw them, although they didn’t recognize them, they couldn’t help but marvel at them.
Over the past few months, as the first people to spread the legend of Langyun, they have long mastered the unique skill of blowing rainbow farts.
But amidst all the admiration, Cao Zhubu and Nie Rui's faces did not look very good.
They looked at each other and saw the worry in each other's eyes.
Because this potato is really small...
It looks quite full, but compared to what I saw in Langyun Canteen before, it is indeed a lot smaller.
Although the immortal had said before that soil quality, weather, fertilizer and other factors would affect the yield, it was inevitable to feel nervous when the moment really came.
What if I can't reach the 500 kilograms I mentioned before?
What if it doesn’t even weigh a hundred pounds?
Cao Zhubu clenched his fists tightly, pressing his fingertips against his palms until it hurt a little, and only then did he calm down.
Nie Rui did not say anything, for fear of disturbing the villagers who were digging potatoes.
However, the changes in their expressions were seen by Niu Muramasa who had been paying attention to this side.
Niu Muramasa's heart skipped a beat, then began pounding, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
But he also didn't say anything, but subconsciously tightened his grip on the crutch.
Because of their silence, no one noticed anything unusual.
Only the Niu brothers standing by were frightened by the way Niu Cunzheng gripped his crutch, and they covered their buttocks unconsciously.
At this time, as the people digging potatoes became more and more skilled, more and more sweet potatoes were unearthed.
One, two.
Eight, ten.
At the beginning, Cao Zhubu was still counting them one by one.
But later on, he stopped counting.
Because countless...
The branches and leaves growing on the ground are inconspicuous, but why are there so many fairy potatoes buried underneath?
The floor is covered with them, and you can still find new ones!
Just now I thought the fairy potatoes were too small and worried that they wouldn’t reach the desired yield.
Now he had no doubts at all, only excitement and joy in his heart.
But Cao Zhubu still did not show too much. After all, it was just an estimate at the moment and could not be taken as accurate.
After all the sweet potatoes were dug out, he said to Niu Muramasa, "Go get a scale quickly."
Because these days are the time for harvesting grain, it is said to be ready.
The person taking notes next to him was the old student who had previously written the story of Langyun Wonderland.
In fact, these days, scholars are often superior to others and are basically not asked to do farm work, and old students don’t get involved in these things at all.
But today he didn't care about the new robe he was wearing. He sat directly on the dirt floor, holding a pen, paper and an abacus, and recorded everything.
Those who were moving potatoes, weighing them, and counting them were in chaos for a while.
The villagers watching didn't say anything, but just looked at them expectantly.
After all the numbers were reported, everyone stopped and the scene became extremely quiet.
There was only the clacking sound of the old student's abacus.
After a while, he figured out the result.
But he did not put pen to paper immediately. Instead, he held the brush motionless, not even noticing that ink had dripped onto the paper.
The way he looks... is really frustrating!
Niu Cunzheng was impatient. He didn't even have time to check Cao Zhubu and Nie Rui's expressions before he started banging his crutch on the ground, saying, "Have you figured it out? How many pounds is it? Don't just stand there, say something!"
Some villagers also started to make noises: "Can't you count it?"
The old student finally came back to his senses.
He first put down his pen, rubbed his eyes which were already a little blurry, bent down and got close to the abacus, reconfirmed the number, and then shook it violently.
After being helped up by the people next to him, he finally didn't dare to delay for a moment. He hurriedly walked to Niu Cunzheng and wanted to salute.
Niu Murasaki glared: "You speak first."
Nie Rui noticed the man's excitement and nervousness, so he slowed down his voice and said gently, "Let's forget about all the formalities. Just tell me, how many kilograms of fairy potatoes did you produce from this acre of land?"
The old student stood up straight immediately, took a deep breath, and then said in a trembling voice:
"A total of eight hundred... eight hundred and sixteen kilograms."
Because it was quiet to begin with, his words reached everyone's ears.
They nodded first. It’s not that they can’t calculate it. Isn’t it calculated quite clearly?
One acre of land produced more than 800 kilograms of fairy potatoes...
No, wait, how much did you say?
Niu Cunzheng was in disbelief and looked a little confused: "Did you calculate it wrong?"
The old student was afraid he had made a mistake, so he ran back and counted again on the abacus. Then he said with certainty, "Eight hundred and sixteen kilograms, that's a sure thing."
As soon as these words were spoken, the whole place fell silent and you could hear a pin drop.
The next second, cheers resounded through the sky!
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