Traveling to the Earth: My martial spirit is a hoe

While students can get two days off after taking exams, teachers have to work hard. They have to correct all the test papers within these two days and publish the results on Monday.

You must know that each teacher has to lead two classes. There are more than a hundred papers for dozens of students. The workload can be imagined.

So when Luo Qiong got on the bus home, some teachers had already started correcting their papers.

But as soon as these teachers revised a few copies, they all stopped writing.

Because they discovered the same problem, the difficulty of this test paper was nearly doubled compared to the last time.

As for the test papers they are currently correcting, not many people can pass.

"Fortunately, it's just a monthly exam."

Several teachers communicated for a while and then said nothing more. Because senior high school students have to go through this every year, the college entrance examination questions are usually harder and easier every year.

The same goes for their monthly exam papers, except that the questions this time are indeed a bit more difficult, but after all, this is just a monthly exam, so it’s okay to give the students a reminder.

So the teachers didn't pay attention.

Seeing that the best students in the class had just passed, several teachers lamented that the test paper was too difficult and continued to revise it.

After two hours of trekking, Luo Qiong finally returned to Riyue Village. It was already March in the solar calendar, and the temperature had risen significantly.

It's March, spring has returned to the earth, and everything is revived. Nature has shed the chill of winter and can’t wait to put on the colorful clothes of spring.

The grass is green and the trees are sprouting. The land in Riyue Village is full of vitality. Snow-white pear blossoms and apricot blossoms are blooming, which together with the quiet courtyards in the mountains form a colorful rural New Year picture.

The water is clear, rapeseed is yellow, and butterflies spread their wings and are busy picking flowers.

The mountain village is quiet, the tung flowers are fragrant, and the mountain breeze occasionally caresses you.

As soon as you enter the mountain village, the sweet fragrance of sycamore flowers hits your face. The mountain village is quiet, the air is sweet and fresh, and you forget the complexity of the world when you come.

Looking at his house surrounded by white peach blossoms, Luo Qiong felt a lot more relaxed. He walked through the village in three steps and declined the villagers who invited him to dinner.

When Luo Qiong walked to the door of his house, the sky had completely darkened.

The parents who went out to farm have also returned home. At this time, the smell of rice is still coming from the kitchen from time to time.

Luo Qiong returned to his childhood in a trance. Every time school was over, he would run home like a madman, sometimes dragging his schoolbag with him.

When I walked in, I shouted, "Mom, I'm back. Let's make something delicious."

The scene at this time is very similar to that of my childhood. The difference is that I have grown up now. I used to be able to go home every day, but now I can only come back twice a month.

When I was young, I longed to grow up as soon as possible, but when I grew up, I realized that childhood is the best time in life.

"Mom, I'm back."

Luo Qiong didn't want to go any further, so she just followed the way she did when she was a child, threw her schoolbag into the main room, and ran to the kitchen.

Sure enough, He Fanghua was wearing an apron and cooking beside the pot.

Luo Qiong looked at the vegetables that had been fried on the stove. She didn't even use chopsticks, she just pinched a piece of meat with her hands and put it in her mouth, and started eating it.

"You brat, how old are you and you still grab it with your hands?"

"Hey, I miss mom's cooking so much!"

"Hurry and wash your hands. This dish will be ready when it comes out of the oven."

"I know, let's go."

While agreeing, Luo Qiong took advantage of her mother not paying attention, pinched another piece and put it into her mouth. Then he nimbly dodged He Fanghua's blow.

It's not that Luo Qiong is very skilled, but that after all these years, the angle and intensity of He Fanghua's attacks seem to have remained the same, and Luo Qiong can dodge without even looking.

"This brat. Haha"

Seeing that his son, who was already as tall as himself, was still as naughty as when he was a child, He Fanghua showed a kind smile on his face.

When Luo Qiong returned to the main room after washing her hands, her father had already picked up the schoolbag she had thrown in and hung it on the wall.

Their home has a rammed earth wall. In order to make it easier to hang things, a lot of nails were hammered into the wall. The presence of these nails made the already mottled white wall look even more dilapidated.

"You brat, next time you let me see you throwing your schoolbag, I will throw the schoolbag into the stove for you."

"Hey, Dad, I can't do it next time."

Luo Qiong repeatedly begged for mercy. Seeing that his father was not really angry, he quickly ran to the kitchen to help serve the dishes. Looking at Luo Qiong's back, which had begun to take on the shape of a man, Luo Pingfan murmured.

"Hey, Dad hopes you can throw it once a day!"

Soon, the food was served. Yesterday, Luo Qiong called his parents at his second uncle's house and said he would be back today.

It was obvious that He Fanghua had prepared for it. Looking at the large table full of dishes in front of him, Luo Qiong couldn't help but work up her appetite.

"Eat it quickly, son, you're starving!"

He Fanghua, who had not seen her son for a month, did not even call her by the nickname "Erwazi", but called her son affectionately. While talking, he put vegetables into his son's bowl.

"Come and have a piece of meat. You study hard at school. I see you have lost weight."

"Well, there's also this, this, eat it quickly, eat it quickly."

In just one minute, Luo Qiong's rice bowl had been piled high with all kinds of meat by He Fanghua. If his bowl hadn't been unable to hold it, it would have been piled higher than this.

"Mom, please slow down, I can't even eat it."

"Oh, you eat first, you eat first."

Only then did He Fanghua realize that she had picked too much and stopped using her chopsticks.

Luo Qiong looked at the bowl full of meat and swallowed involuntarily. During the month of school, although I could go to my second uncle's house every week for toothpaste, when I was at school, there was very little food in the cafeteria.

Looking at this big bowl of meat, I couldn't control it anymore, so I immediately picked up a piece. I saw that the piece of meat was square, the lower part was bright red in color, the fibers were neat, and the fat on the top was shiny and crystal clear.

Put it in front of your nose and a strong aroma of meat penetrates into your nostrils, arousing your appetite as if it is being sold.

Luo Qiong swallowed, put the piece of meat into his mouth, and chewed it with satisfaction. The slight texture of bacon, the thick fiber, and the fat meat that explodes directly, all kinds of textures blend together in the cavity to constantly stimulate Luo Qiong's taste buds.

"Wow, it smells so good."

Luo Qiong finished the food in the bowl at an inhuman speed in a matter of seconds. Ever since he felt his origin begin to recover, Luo Qiong could feel his body getting stronger every day, and his appetite was also increasing day by day.

After this huge bowl, he was only three-thirds full.

On the other side, He Fanghua's face was filled with distress when she saw her son devouring the food.

"Son, isn't the school food bad? There's still money left over from the money you got back last time. I'll ask your dad to give you a little more living expenses every month. No matter what, we can't starve ourselves!"

Then he put another chopstick dish into Luo Qiong's bowl.

"Mom, I have enough living expenses. In addition to eating at school, my uncle and aunt will also prepare delicious food for me every week."

Well, then eat more. After a while, Luo Qiong's bowl will be filled again.

But this time they were all vegetables, and it seemed that He Fanghua still knew how to match nutrition.

Seeing her mother's obvious disbelief, Luo Qiong could only smile bitterly. The food in the school cafeteria was not cheap, and Luo Qiong would not go online and spend money randomly. He basically ate all the living expenses given by his parents.

It's just that as the body recovers quickly, it consumes a lot of energy, so the appetite becomes larger. But this cannot be explained to parents. Luo Qiong had no choice but to bury her head in her meal.

But when he put a piece of green vegetables in the bowl into his mouth, he was stunned.