Chapter 374

After a small episode, the early morning farmers scattered to their own fields, and of course obosa was no exception.

In the current village of Yod, his priest is no different from ordinary farmers except that he can get a small amount of food and money every month. If he had lived on the priest's allowance, he would have starved to death.

When obosa came to his share of the land, the four members of Toby's family had already begun to plow. After seeing him, Toby said hello and continued to wave the hoe with sweat.

Compared with obosa, who is nearly half a hundred years old, he is the oldest old man among the serfs of this era. The Toby couple are in their thirties, and their two sons are eighteen or nine years old. They are all valuable laborers in the countryside.

Many people and great strength, the land quickly turned in front of them, and soon hoed the small part quickly.

In the past, the death of an old man like obosa, who has no offspring, is the best outcome, and can avoid the fate of starvation.

It's not easy in the countryside. No one has food and compassion to take care of an old man who is lonely, even if he is very popular.

Even after the messenger of the Lord arrived, they would only distribute the corresponding land to the elderly in accordance with the regulations, subsidize some food every month, and help them find some relatively easy jobs.

There is absolutely no good thing to provide for free because of old age.

In this kind of countryside, the fate of the poor peasants who are old and unable to work is very miserable.

But now, with little outside help, obassas has no fear that she will end up like this.

He took a step with his left foot and formed an arch with his feet. His hands held the handle of the hoe tightly. The hoe was in a horizontal line with his oblique right leg, and his whole body was stretched into a spring shape with suitable tightness.

Drink!

Obosa's hoe, which was parallel to his right leg, swung into a perfect and smooth semicircle, and fell on the ground in front of him like a heavy hammer, shaking the earth on the ground.

The half meter round soil in front of the body becomes like a soft cake under the impact of the hoe. It can be easily squeezed into a ball and then fall into loose shape.

This is the form of soil called loam in agriculture, which is very suitable for the growth of crops.

After a hoe fell, obosa wiped the sweat from his forehead and turned the soil in a certain posture without stopping. The speed was beyond common sense.

In only one hour, the amount of land he turned was equal to that of his neighbor's four strong laborers.

After another hour, the amount of land he had turned over was twice as much as that of a family of four, and the quality of the land was extremely different.

"Brother obosa, you're so good."

Next to the Toby family, they stop their hoes and stare at the old man in front of them and the large area of turned good land behind him.

Although they have seen this scene many times, they still can't believe that an old man in his fifties, who should have been lying in bed waiting to die, or helplessly begging along the street, could have such strength.

Just a few months ago, old obosa was just a dying old man.

"It's nothing. These are the things that the angel of the Lord has taught you. As long as you have learned them skillfully, you can certainly do better than me with your strength."

Toby shook his head. The angel taught patiently, but only obosa, who was about to die, had learned it completely.

Other people just make their bodies stronger, so they have to stop and dare not practice any more.

The angel said that their food and meat are not enough, the amount of practice every day is limited, and if they continue to practice, their bodies will become disabled.

Once upon a time, there were people who envied obosa's ability to listen to the angel's words and practice day and night, resulting in the deformity of his left leg, and now it is difficult to live.

But obosa is not the same. He only practiced more than ten times and mastered the complete usage. Even the angel was surprised.

After turning the floor, obosa was panting, his face was red, and sweat was like drops of water sliding down his neck into his chest.

He did not sit on the ground to rest, holding the HOE's hands to the ground in front of him, treading in a series of steps, gently turning on the ground like a butterfly. From time to time, the hoe was erected, tilted and dragged, all of which were closely related to the ground.

If he holds the handle of the hoe with his arms, how hard the soil is, the ground will turn into fertile soil for crops.

After dancing in circles for half an hour, obosa's panting throat calmed down, her face returned to its old brown and black folds, and her sweat like drops was dried by the fresh wind.

After the rest, obosa went to the field next to the ploughed field, which had been planted with wheat a few months ago. When the wind blows, it rolls up green waves, which makes people feel comfortable. He looks forward to the joy and satisfaction of sitting on the wheat pile after the harvest.

However, there are many disharmonious things in the green wave with farmers' hope and future.Although they are all green, the twisted stems, oval, plum shaped and split leaves, as well as the flower spikes on the top of the head clearly show that they are completely different weeds from wheat.

With a melancholy look on his confident face, obosa squatted down beside the wheat field, identified the weeds for a while, and carefully pulled up the weeds without damaging the wheat seedlings nearby.

His hands were waving around the wheat seedlings one after another. His fingers were nodding like playing a piano. They were kneaded and separated in an instant. It was not like doing farm work accompanied by manure, water and soil, but like an artist showing his talents.

"Lord! My talent is too ordinary to understand your greatness. "

After a dazzling operation, only three or four weeds of different shapes appeared in obosa's hands. More weeds were floating around his feet and hands, but he did not even touch a blade of weeds.

His rough, wrinkled fingers were stiff and trembling, and his veins were bulging and visible.

"Try again, I'll try again"

obosa's face was a little pale, and with expectation, he flashed fiercely, and his stiff fingers flitted across the ground like a phantom.

Each pause precisely stays on a weed, and the muscles and muscles in the body resonate at the same time, forming an efficient organic whole.

"I knew I knew... "

He felt that every muscle of himself was like an efficient body. He just wanted to shout something, but his face suddenly changed.

"Ah

Click ~

her fingers suddenly became stiff like a phantom dancing. The ecstasy on obosa's face turned into a heartrending cry, and her body fell to the ground.

He reluctantly struggled to get up and looked at his palm. Two fingers on the left and right fell like ropes, and one finger on the left had exposed pale stubble.

In his fifties, his old body, who suffered countless hardships when he was young, seemed to have a chain reaction, and the origin of his life collapsed like an avalanche.

At the sound of obosa's cry, the Toby family, who were doing farm work, looked surprised and rushed here.

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