Yasuo arranged a detailed transformation plan for Riven.

It was clear that Riven cared about those comrades who were harmed by the gas, and Yasuo defied all opinions to release her from imprisonment and let her participate in labor-but Riven did not raise the idea of ​​"reform through labor".

objection.

For Riven, it's a bit of work... maybe even better. At least it can prevent her from thinking randomly all day long, and a little sweat can also make her feel more relaxed.

In this way, the day after Riven regained consciousness, she was arranged to go to the home of an Ionian farmer to help them complete today's spring plowing.

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This is a seemingly ordinary Ionian family, except that they have no strong labor force.

Riven didn't know what Yasuo said to the old couple in the local language - probably something like be careful with yourself.

That's not important anymore.

Riven doesn't want to take up arms again. If surveillance can reassure the Ionians and better heal their comrades, Riven doesn't mind living under constant surveillance.

Moreover...this kind of monitoring may not really be able to limit oneself.

Just like that, a pair of hands that usually held a sword firmly held the plow frame and started working.

Long-term exercise has made Riven's slender figure full of explosive and durable muscles. The plow that usually requires two people to operate can be used very easily in her hands alone - the fertile soil in late spring is broken by the plowshares.

The blade was opened, and the rare aura of the earth began to permeate the air.

This is indeed a fertile land. Before Trivel joined the army, Riven also worked for the Imperial Farm, but the land there was barren and scarce. Farming required the hard work of humans and cattle, and the efficiency was horribly low.

Showing her attitude during daily training, Riven just pulled the heavy iron plow step by step and plowed the fields in early spring - behind her, the couple responsible for monitoring her seemed a little at a loss.

How to adapt to the current situation.

In just one morning, Riven plowed a small piece of farmland.

When the sun came up in the sky, the old couple stopped Riven and told her in their unskilled Noxian language that she could rest. Riven put down the iron plow and took the clay pot. Inside was

brine.

"Drink water."

Riven nodded and drank most of the jar of water in one gulp. Just when she put down the pottery jar and was about to continue plowing, the gray-haired old man in the couple stopped her and told her that she was about to eat.

Lunch was two fish - Riven ate a whole one herself.

While eating, the couple looked at her with smiles. This kind of gaze made Riven somewhat uncomfortable. She had never experienced such gazes.

Growing up, Riven has seen a lot from other people's eyes - contempt, indifference, fear, expectation, longing, and approval, but she has never seen the eyes of the other person like this.

It's a bit like expectations, but it doesn't seem like it.

Riven avoided their gazes and finished her lunch as quickly as possible. Just when she was about to go back to work, the old man stopped her.

"Don't worry, the fields will be harder to plow in the afternoon. We are going to borrow an ox."

Borrow a cow?

Although Riven was curious as to why cattle could be borrowed in Ionia, she did not ask any questions. She just followed the old man without saying a word, went to the village elders, and brought back a cattle.

In this way, Riven's labor reform began.

The pace of Noxus' invasion is accelerating, and in this small village outside Preidion, the former pride of the empire is now living like a farmer.

Work at sunrise and rest at sunset.

Riven is very adaptable to this kind of life, but she always feels something is wrong. She subconsciously collects information about this small village, but unfortunately there are many rare words in the dialect here that she cannot understand...

Many times, she heard the couple mention the word "Deda" when referring to her. Every time they mentioned this word, they looked proud.

just like……

In Noxus, the warden showed off the prisoners he imprisoned - but Riven always felt that their expressions didn't look like showing off, but rather like expectations.

Could it be that being optimistic about themselves can help them get promoted and make a fortune?

If so, they are really lucky.

Considering the braised fish for lunch every day, Riven didn't mind them getting a share of the credit.

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After leaving Riven in this small village, Yasuo quickly returned to the front line again - the Noxians seemed crazy and might kill eight hundred enemies at any time and lose a thousand to themselves, no matter what the volunteers did

Note that it is inevitable that he will be tricked, and he will have to run around with Toothless and act as a firefighter.

It took two months to put out the fire.

Two months later, when the madness of the Noxians seemed to have stopped and the other rescued Rune Swordsmen were no longer in danger, Yasuo came here again.

Riven has completely adapted to life here.

Spring plowing has also been completed, and a patch of green wheat seedlings has sprouted from the ground where Riwen had worked.

When Yasuo arrived, Riven was working with a group of people to build canals for the wheat fields.

"You seem to be in good condition." Yasuo looked at Riven, who was wearing coarse clothes, with a smile. "I'll tell you good news. Those people with you have all woken up - they are lucky, although

A considerable part of the lower body can no longer use weapons, but at least their lives have been saved."

Hearing what Yasuo said, Riven pursed her lips and whispered thank you.

"They are clamoring to see you." Yasuo shrugged, "I can see that you are very prestigious."

Riven didn't speak - she missed her comrades very much, but she didn't want to answer any of Yasuo's questions about the army or Noxus.

"But they must not have imagined that you are like this now." Yasuo pointed to the ditch on the side of the road, "Did you repair all of these?"

"I helped a little bit." Riwen's tone was calm, as if she just did a trivial thing, "I didn't design it."

"It's a pity that this project may lose a good worker. Those seriously ill people in hospital beds are still waiting for their leader."

Riven didn't say much after hearing the words, she just nodded silently, and then went to say goodbye to the couple.

Half an hour later, the two people were walking back to Presidence one after another.

Riven, who was walking behind, hesitated several times, then quickly stepped forward and asked Yasuo.

"They did a good job, right?"

"Them?" Yasuo was surprised and didn't understand what Riven meant. "Who are you talking about?"

"The pair of people who were spying on me." Riwen thought for a while and gave an appropriate description, "The old couple."

"Of course they did a good job." Yasuo nodded, with a matter-of-fact expression, "Of course, you did a good job too - I heard it, they really want you to be their Dada."

"Am I not?" Riven, who was a little relieved after hearing the previous sentence, was quite surprised when she heard the latter sentence, "I mean, I was originally a prisoner under their surveillance!"

"Prisoner?" Yasuo blinked, stopped and looked at Riven, "Deda is not a prisoner. In the dialect here, Deda means daughter."

daughter?
Chapter completed!