Half an hour later.

Regardless of whether the children had eaten well or not, Yang Jun directly asked people to put the food away.

Without exception, Yang Jun gained another wave of dissatisfaction points.

He didn't care about this and simply asked the guards to drive these children directly into the wheat field and continue harvesting wheat.

"It's noon on the day of hoeing,"

"The drops of sweat are on the soil."

“Who knows Chinese food on a plate,”

"Every grain of grain is hard work."

Yang Jun, wearing a straw hat, stood in the field with his hands behind his back, reading this poem.

The weather at this moment is hotter than before.

Even if I don't work, the heat is unbearable.

The children all looked at Yang Jun with grim faces, as if they were worse off than dead.

"Everything you eat, wear, and use comes from the ground. If you don't work, there will be no harvest."

"On weekdays, steamed buns, steamed buns, bread, snacks, and snacks are all made from grain. You eat them deliciously, but you don't know the hard work of farmers."

"They work hard for a season, and in return you have enough food and clothing, and you eat well and drink spicy food, but what they harvest in a season is only a negligible income."

"Look at you again, you are picky and won't eat anything if it doesn't suit your taste. I ask you, what qualifications do you have to do this?"

Seeing that these children were silent, Yang Jun said with a stern face: "What you are enjoying now is all given to you by your parents. These are the contributions of your parents and have nothing to do with you."

"If you want to live a good life, you must work hard on your own. What's the point of just lying on the list of achievements of your fathers?"

"Don't say you feel uneasy eating, even I will look down on you."

Seeing a group of children being scolded to the point of wiping away tears, Yang Jun had no intention of letting them go.

"Add another task. When you are working, think carefully about the meaning of this poem. Tomorrow each person will submit to me a reflection of no less than 2,000 words."

"ah?"

These children expressed their dissatisfaction habitually.

"Three thousand words." Yang Jun shouted.

This time, no one dared to express dissatisfaction.

They all lowered their heads and continued to harvest wheat.

Some children, relying on their young age, felt that Yang Jun would not do anything to them.

Especially Yang Jun's little brats, they just sat down on the ground and picked up the scoundrels.

He looked like he wouldn't do anything even if he died.

Yang Jun didn't tolerate him and directly pulled out seven wolves.

"Snapped!"

The first person to be beaten was Yang Jun's youngest son Yang Chengxuan. As soon as he was beaten, a bloody streak appeared on his body.

The little guy cried loudly and immediately got up from the ground to work.

"Bad temper."

Yang Jun cursed, then looked back at everyone.

"Who else? If you have a hard time, just come forward."

The children were silent and working with their heads down.

At this time, no one dares to touch this brow.

It doesn't matter if you work slowly or poorly, but you can't stop doing it.

When several younger children saw this, they were so frightened that they started crying too.

They wiped away tears while picking ears of wheat.

Yang Jun glared at them, and they immediately stopped crying.

Afterwards, Yang Jun wandered around for a while. The ground was too hot and he couldn't bear it, so he returned to the ground.

When he came to the end of the field, he saw a group of women looking at him with resentful eyes.

They said nothing and could only express their dissatisfaction with this kind of cold violence.

"I understand that you feel sorry for your children and want to help, so be it..."

After Yang Jun finished speaking, he pointed to the nearly ten acres of wheat field behind him with a smile and said: "If you can cut all these wheat, we will call it a day."

When everyone heard this, they all gave him a hygiene ball.

Ten acres of land, what a joke.

Not to mention that they have been so pampered in recent years that they can no longer work. Even if they could go back to the days when they were young and strong, it would still take them two days to finish the ten acres of land.

"Do it or not, tell me."

Seeing that they were silent, Yang Jun asked.

Without exception, once again harvested a large wave of health balls.

"Okay, don't say I didn't give you a chance, it's just that you don't cherish it."

After Yang Jun finished speaking, he lay down directly on the ground and ignored them.

When the women saw this, they glared at Yang Jun fiercely again.

Although, there was a buzz, and a group of women gathered together to discuss countermeasures.

"Sisters, do you want to do it or not?" Zhao Hongmei said.

Relying on her rural background, she felt that these ten acres of wheat were no problem. As long as everyone worked together, they would definitely be able to finish it today.

"But……"

When everyone heard this, they murmured in their hearts.

"Sister-in-law, this is ten acres of land. With a dozen or twenty of us, we may not be able to finish it." Zhou Miaomiao said with a worried look on her face.

"Why not?"

When Zhao Hongmei heard this, she became anxious.

"In the past, when we were doing collective work, this little wheat could be harvested in half a day."

Zhou Miaomiao reminded: "That was before, not now. You don't even think about how many years you haven't done farm work."

When everyone heard this, they all had worried looks on their faces.

"Then you can't just watch the children suffer, right?"

At this time, Yan Erni suddenly said: "I thought of a way."

"any solution?"

When everyone heard this, their eyes lit up.

Afterwards, a group of people gathered together to discuss countermeasures.

"This is a good idea."

After saying that, several people winked and then dispersed with understanding.

After they dispersed, they all took out their mobile phones and found a place away from others to make calls.

When Yang Jun saw this, he sneered and dismissed it.

No matter how powerful Sun Wukong is, can he still find the palm of Tathagata Buddha's hand?

"Uncle Yang, the wicker chair is here."

Just when Yang Jun felt bored, Sun Zhaocai came back panting carrying a wicker chair.

When Yang Jun heard this, he raised his wrist and looked at the time.

The round trip took less than forty minutes.

"Did you fly back?" Yang Jun asked.

"Hey, Uncle Yang, am I not slow in doing things?"

Sun Zhaocai patted the wicker chair and said with a stinking look on his face.

If calculated according to normal time, one hour would be enough to barely make it back and forth, but Sun Zhaocai only took forty minutes, which Yang Jun thought was a bit unlikely.

"Yeah, not bad."

Seeing Yang Jun's indifferent attitude, Sun Zhaocai immediately couldn't sit still.

"Uncle Yang, why don't you ask me how I did it?"
To be continued...