Extraordinary Genius

On the day before National Day, the school organized all students to collect in the fall, which is a school tradition and is said to inform students about Uncle Farmer's hard work and remember not to waste food.

Every class has two poems hung on the wall.

On Ho Ho Day afternoon, sweat drops to the ground. Whoever knows Chinese food, the grains are hard.

Spring seeds a grain of poppy, and autumn harvests 10,000 particles. Four seas of idle land, farmers starve to death.

This is the title of the famous Tang Dynasty poet Li Xian, but Feng Yu, who likes history, knows that Li Xian wrote these two poems, but for the love of His Majesty the Emperor, he was promoted. After the promotion, Li Shen regained his nature and became extremely enjoyable, ignoring the farmers' ills.

Although Feng Yu doesn't have much fondness for Li Shen, these two poems are indeed well known to women and children and are recited in ancient times.

Taking the bus borrowed from the school, it took more than two hours to reach a farm north of Iceland, less than an hour away from the farm where the Feng Yu family is located.

This piece of cornfield, Feng Yu and his school are responsible for cutting down the corn, stripping the corn stick, gathering it in piles, waiting for the tractor to pick it up.

Now the main crop cultivated in Longjiang is wheat, followed by yellow beans and very little maize, otherwise they wouldn't have come this far, which is the closest cornfield that schools can reach.

Three grades, totalling more than 500 people, are divided into classes, and schools allocate distribution areas for each class.

A class of more than 40 people, so much corn, if you put it on the farm, five people can do it in less than a day. In Feng Yu's view, the students were quite excited and seemed to do the fall tour.

However, some of the students complained that the family was originally farm or rural, and that they had not worked from home, but were forced by the school to pick corn.

Feng Yu and Wen Dongjun and others, because they were students who came out of the farm, were obviously more proficient in farming than the children in the city. The teacher also arranged for them to cut down the corn with a sickle, and the rest of the students gathered behind them to pick up the corn.

Wen Dongjun, this barbaric cow, is fast and leads a long way.

“Look, man, how fast you make it, it's like you guys, slowly like snails.” Wen Dongjun carried a sickle on his shoulder and was proud of his face.

Feng Yu shook his head, you idiot.

“Dong Jun, didn't you notice you were the fastest of all people to cut corn poles? Even senior year students are faster than you are. Why don't you think about it? ”

Wen Dongjun scratched his head: “Why? ”

“'Cause there's so much ground, you cut the corn out of it. Do you look at the other students picking corn this afternoon? That means the faster you do it, the more you do it! Do you think the teacher will praise you, or will the classmates admire you? ”

Wen Dongjun was foolish. It turns out that it wasn't someone else who did it slowly, but everyone else was intentionally lazy. He looked back, and the students sitting on the corn pole picking up corn, they were all talking too much and working for half a day, he was the only fool!

“Well, learn from us, do it for a while, stand and rest, or you can sit on a corn pole and rest. If you really keep doing this, it's gonna highlight how lazy we are, okay?” Feng Yu patiently taught Dongjun the essence of laziness, where is this kid's usual power?

Wen Dongjun didn't say anything, one ass sat on the corn pole and started resting. But not long ago, he couldn't sit down, nothing to do, not even a person to talk to, it was too boring to sit down.

When I saw the corn pole, Wen Dongjun came up with a good idea.

Feng Yu saw two still obviously green fine corn bars. He cut them off with a sickle, cut off a piece of skin, and left the juice in the middle, biting them down. His mouth was full of sweet water.

There's sugar cane in the south, and there's something like corn and sorghum in the north, called sweet bars. Fingers are so thick, they taste just like sugar cane. And if the corn rod grows slowly, rains well, and gets less sunshine, the next piece leaves a few very sweet knots.

Feng Yu cut off his bite with a sickle three or two times, then peeled the two corn bars, carried them in his hand, and walked towards Lena.

“Thirsty, have some sweet bars. ”

Feng Yu passed the one she had tried to Li Na, while the other was taken away by Li Na's same fat girl. This pile of corn is only two people, Li Na and Fatty, now other classmates don't dare to play with Li Na, it's not because Fatty said that Feng Yu's family is a black club, and Li Na is involved by Feng Yu.

Li Na had hesitated, but caution at this age, how to fight Feng Yu's forties mentality. A few words relieved Li Na of her misgivings, the two were still as good as before, and the emotions continued to accumulate.

Li Na bit a small bite and slowly chewed it in her mouth. Her eyes narrowed to the moon teeth, revealing a happy smile.

“That's sweet. ”

“Pfft, what a sweet pole is, it smells like water, and it's a little astringent.” The fat chick threw up the scum and complained of her dissatisfaction.

Feng Yu calmly said: “Maybe you're unlucky. After all, this is just a popcorn rod, not a sweet rod. It's normal if it's not sweet. ”

Li Na looked at it and broke the sweet bar in her hand and gave it to Fat Girl. Fat chick took a careful bite, her eyes suddenly lit up, so sweet!

“You break this up, half a person.” Li Na handed Feng Yu the rest of the corn rod, and she looked at Feng Yu's lips as if they were dry.

“I can't break it either. Eat it. I'll cut the rice in front of you and you'll find it. ”

Li Na insisted on passing the corn rod to Feng Yu, at least a bite. Feng Yu was just about to grab a bite, especially where Lena had bitten.

“Who hit me?” Feng Yu turned angrily and looked for it. When he was about to bite, he felt something hit him in the back of the head.

“Ha ha ha, how about a homemade pomegranate crossbow? So far, I hit your kid in the back of the head!” A few meters away, Wen Dongjun looked proudly at Feng Yu with a bow made from a corn rod in his hands. What just hit Feng Yu in the back of the head was a small corn pole.

Your sister, you bastard, bothering me again!

“Pomegranate crossbow, right? Let me see if you're right or if I throw a corn pole right! ”

Feng Yu lowered his head and picked up the corn pole that Fat Girl had just thrown. He broke a piece with his hands and hit Wen Dongjun hard. Wen Dongjun retreated and responded. Feng Yu broke the corn rod into small pieces and smashed them together. Today we have to teach this second bastard a lesson!

Li Na saw Feng Yu break a section of corn rod into small pieces and think about what Feng Yu had just said. Then she was going to bite, and her face became red.

PS1: Li Xian is really not a good person, and his official voice is not very good, but the poetry is still very powerful. They say he likes to eat chicken tongue, a plate of chicken tongue dozens of chickens, he can afford it! PS2: Thank Zhang NB, thank Shadow Dream Moon, thank the escaped rat, also thank Snake ~ twice for the reward. At present, the new book list is still 13. We urgently need to recommend tickets. The book on it has been stepping on us for two weeks. How can he be willing if it doesn't burst?