"It's really hard to do farm work." Chen Tang's calves were stained with dark mud. Lin Feng got her a water bag. She opened the water bag and poured it a little, rubbed off the mud. Looking at the busy farmers in the distance, "Eating a bite of food is more tiring than fighting."

Lin Feng smiled and said, "After all, 'every grain is hard'."

I am afraid that I will not be able to eat enough after hard work, and even starve to death.

If you can eat enough with your hard work, countless people will be happy.

Chen Tang keenly noticed that the fluctuations in Lin Feng's literary spirit seemed to be much stronger than before: "Has it made a breakthrough again?"

Lin Feng was not sure: "It seems to be?"

"What does it mean?"

Chen Tang has never experienced the process of literary spirit from nothing to something to gather literary mind. She lacks experience in this area, and she cannot accurately grasp Lin Feng's condition. Chu Yao is not here at this moment. He went to take the sacrifice to the God of Spring and will divide the meat that will be divided later.

Lin Feng replied: "But, there is a feeling of being inexplicable... It's like you can vaguely feel it through the screen, through the curtain, through the window paper..." Chen Tang did not urge him, and slowly stopped rubbing the mud on his calf.

"Mr. Lang, I feel that if I stand in the field and mobilize my literary spirit, the seeds sleeping in the soil under my feet will echo me... They are talking!" This feeling is very wonderful, and Lin Fengmin can't think of an accurate description.

But she knew one thing very well.

Lin Feng said seriously: "When I can really 'interest in my heart' with them, Wen Xin will be done!"

Yes!

That is the opportunity to gather your literary mind.

Chen Tang looked at Lin Feng, who had grown a lot in the past few months and had a look gradually growing, and felt relieved that his family had a daughter growing up. She encouraged warmly: "Since that's the case, let's break through it in one go and break your teacher's record."

Lin Feng was almost frightened when he heard this.

"How dare you think of this standard in the teacher?"

It is not easy to gather literary hearts.

Often, nine points of strength plus one point of luck is indispensable. A second-grade rank like the three masters of Chu Guo who are in a row, one has been used for two years and the other has been in October. The former is not very lucky and has gathered four times before it succeeds.

Other literary scholars often spend between two and four years, and it is not uncommon to gather five, six, seven or eight times.

It has been more than four months since Lin Feng studied.

break in?

Impossible.

"What's the difference between no dream and salted fish?"

Dreaming is not illegal or tax-related.

While speaking, Chu Yao had already brought the meat to the crowd. The two pigs were offered to the god of spring, and they were also raised by Chen Tang. The pigs that were prized for the sports meet had been divided up, and the warriors were amazed at the fatness of the pork.

One passes to ten, ten passes to hundreds.

The common people firmly believe that the pig raised by Chen Tang is the king of pigs. Gods will smile when they taste it. The officials in the capital are looking forward to it, not knowing how much meat they can get.

Chen Tang: "..."

This is a social terror nightmare.

Fortunately, she was prepared.

It is directly divided based on the performance of a group of officials last year.

Chu Yao and Gong Shuwu accounted for the top five.

Chen Tang gave them the most plump and tender parts of the pig's flesh. Each person had different parts, but the weight of a few knives was about the same. Thinking about the sweet and sour pork ribs, he then split them into two strings. Then he divided them into other indigenous officials.

Although these people are mediocre, they work diligently in their posts. Chen Tang's instructions are done in a proper manner. They can't make any mistakes on the surface. They are qualified screws. Chen Tang will give them the meat that is a second time.

The meat of different weights is divided according to the performance.

Of course, not much.

Just make do with stir-frying dishes and try it out.

After a round, Chen Tang felt sweaty on his forehead. He felt that he didn't look like a county magistrate, but rather like he was working in a slaughterhouse.

Even Lin Feng and his men who were "half-working and half-studying" could be divided into some of them, which was enough to stew the soup. The two pigs were divided up completely.

Oh, and left half a pork chop for Zhao Feng and the others.

"how?"

Chen Tang asked Chu Yao how many times he looked.

I did this for the first time, for fear of messing up.

"Master..."

I don’t know if it’s Chen Tang’s illusion.

Gu Chi's face seemed much better than before?

Chen Tang was worried: "What's wrong?"

Gu Chi sighed, "Let's talk about it when you go back."

It's hard to talk in public.

Chen Tang: "????"

The other three people also had similar reactions.

Oh, and there was also a missing Tong Shuwu.

He was covering his nose, and the dazzling blood flowed out through his fingers, and his cheeks were still flushed.

Chen Tang was even more confused when he saw it.

What's wrong?

What's wrong?

He was full of blood and energy.

As mentioned earlier, being an official and general is beneficial to literary scholars/military warriors. Even if most of the day is squeezed out by the court and military affairs, and there is almost no personal practice time, their cultivation speed is still much faster than others.

Because loyalty to the owner of the National Seal can obtain literary fortune and military fortune, these can also promote the diligence of literary scholars and brave warriors, and are easier to absorb, and save the trouble and risk of boring and hard practice but half the result with twice the effort...

In addition, there are many invisible benefits.

This is the charm of an iron rice bowl.

Of course, it is not ruled out that some people are willing to do nothing, just for their ideals, to practice their own "morality", to the people of the world, and to peace in the world... But after all, it is only a few who generate electricity for love, and the most common people are still ordinary people.

Chen Tang just divided the meat of animals.

He also divided the civil and military fortunes.

The moment I got the hand, the Dan Mansion that had not left was filled with nothing, and the meridians could not be blocked.

Chu Yao and the others were fine. Wen Yun had already "thinned" before, but Gong Shuwu was miserable. Wu's energy surged, his blood surged, and his nose was bleeding. He was soaked in the palm of his hand in a short while.

Chen Tang: "..."

Suddenly I thought of something and my heart was shocked.

"Oh no, didn't Zhao Feng notice it?"

Gu Chi shook his head: "The lord of Dayi is Wu Zhaode."

Chen Tang felt relieved after hearing this.

She doesn't want to expose herself too early.

If this is true...

Zhao Feng either stays directly or stays forever!

－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－

?(′?`?)

Working for the owner of the Guoxi can earn wages (Wenyun/Wuyun).

Normally, it should be a "monthly end" or "season end" according to the process.

But Tang Mei has a small territory and few people under her rule. Her "company benefits" are low. She jumped repeatedly on the verge of bankruptcy. In addition, she has been owing wages when she is not familiar with her.

PS: So the four-person group and Gongshu Wushu who worked in the vain were actually generating electricity for love.
Chapter completed!