The fiefdom increases by 1 soldier in 1 second, and the empress kneels down and begs not to rebel

Hu San carefully stored the rice seeds left over from last year in clay pots. Nanze was humid. In order to prevent the rice seeds from getting moldy, he prepared some dry charcoal and sealed it in the pot before sealing it, and then placed it in the cellar. in.

After the harsh winter, the warm spring arrived as scheduled. As in previous years, Hu San also got busy, taking out the clay pots one after another, and then began to raise seedlings. The experience left by generations and decades of personal practice, Hu San has What to do in the fields has already been engraved in my bones.

Hu San walked on this small piece of land countless times. Except for sleeping at home at night, this was the place where he stayed the longest.

Even the time I spend with my family is far less than the time I spend on this land.

Just like the old ox at home, it also stays in the field for a long time. Although it does not come to this field every time, neighbors will come to borrow it when the farming is busy, and it also goes to work in other fields.

It was fine before, but in the past two years when Hu San saw the old scalper being sent back by his neighbor, Hu San felt more and more distressed when he saw the old scalper panting.

After all, he is already a teenager, so he is already old.

The old cow of Zhao's family in the east of the house died after living for fifteen years without any disease or disaster. Hu San felt that his own cow might not have another two years to live.

Maybe one day it would fall down while plowing, but at least it wasn't the day before yesterday. When Hu San was plowing the ground the day before yesterday, he looked at it and thought that its body and bones seemed to be in good shape. If he took good care of it, he might be able to take care of his naughty boy in a few years. Plow the ground with it.

In this way, it doesn't seem that uncomfortable if he joins the army and dies.

Regarding whether he would die on the battlefield if he went to join the army, Hu San felt that he would probably die, and he might even be like the woman who died suddenly while eating under the willow tree the summer before last.

But people will die eventually, there is nothing you can do about it, not to mention not only yourself, there are many people like yourself who also have to be recruited to fight on the battlefield.

Then, dying with others seems to be much better than dying quietly.

At least, it's not deserted after all.

Death is coming, but the ground has been plowed, the water has been diverted, and the seedlings have sprouted. There is no reason not to plant the seedlings!

Hasn't it been like this since ancient times? !

Let me join the army. Even if I get my head cut off and die on the ground tomorrow, it will only be a matter of an instant.

But once the seedling is planted, it will not die in an instant.

Even if no one takes care of it, it will do its best to absorb nutrients from the land depending on the weather.

Like countless weeds, growing wildly and unbridledly.

I can leave my life to you, but my land and the seedlings I should have planted must always exist and be passed down to my sons and grandsons.

This place is the life of everyone in the Old Hu family. ——Now, how dare you take it away so easily? !

Hu San only had this thought in his mind.

The bright blade flashed past Hu San's red eyes. Hu San was breathing heavily, like an ox suddenly going crazy. The knife was already in the palm of his hand. He gritted his teeth and looked at the squad leader.

When Hu San suddenly pulled the knife away from his back, the team leader was first shocked, and then furious.

This skinny and short farm slave is so brave that he dares to grab a knife? ! Who gave him the courage!

So he stared, tilted his head, and shouted angrily at Hu San, who was lying on the ground with a fierce but ridiculous posture:

"Steal my knife?!"

He took a step forward, and he was not at all afraid of the field slave holding the knife. After all, the way the field slave held the knife was really ridiculous - he didn't even know how to hold a knife.

"You dare to steal my knife?! What do you want to do?!" Then, the squad leader shouted again.

These two roars were so shocking that Hu San trembled all over, and he moved half a step back.

Compared with the tall and strong squad leader, Hu San is both thin and small. He wears a washed white coarse cloth sweatshirt, and his wide and deformed waistline even has a hole. The wind blows in, but it does not make Hu San look physically fit. Being strong only made him look thinner.

In fact, he was not what he is now two years ago, but his mother-in-law died and the family lost a laborer, so Hu San had to do his mother-in-law's work as well - he stayed in the fields longer.

It's okay to stay in the field longer, but it's just a matter of drinking more water and sweating a little more, but it's a bit deserted.

Apart from his son, who occasionally brings him to the fields with him, the only one left who can keep him company is the old cow.

"Hu-hu."

Just like the old ox plowing the fields, it would always be out of breath in the second half of the day, and the sound coming out of its nose would be very loud. Hu San was like this at the moment.

He opened his mouth, breathing through his mouth and nose together, breathing violently, and his heart beating faster and faster.

The knife was in his palm, holding it tightly, but at this moment he was confused as to why he had to pull it out.

"Tian Shenu! Please return the knife to me quickly!" At this moment, another angry shout came, making Hu San almost jump.

The squad leader took another step forward, the look on his face was beyond anger, and his eyes looked like he wanted to kill someone.

Hu San shuddered again and took a step back.

And this action made the squad leader even more angry. He yelled: "If you grab my knife and don't return it, are you trying to kill someone?!"

"Huh? Who do you want to kill? Could it be that you want to kill me?!"

kill? Hu Sanhan's hair stood on end when he heard these two words, and his heart was filled with horror.

How could I want to kill anyone? I never wanted to kill someone!

I just want to go home and plant seedlings, and I’m just asking for half a day. Can’t you just be lenient?

So he spoke: "No... no... I don't kill people."

"Master, I just want to go back..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by an angry shout: "Fuck you!"

"You grabbed my knife! You pointed the knife at me!?"

"You want to fight me?!"

The furious squad leader ran forward suddenly, reaching out with one hand to grab Hu San's knife-holding hand. He had already decided to give the farm slave a lesson after catching him.

And the next moment.

There was a sound of "咻", and the clear and breathtaking light of the sword flashed, and the sword suddenly slashed towards his outstretched hand!

The squad leader's pupils narrowed and he quickly retracted his hand.

With a "clang" sound, the tip of the knife fell into the ground, making a crisp sound.

"You...!" The team leader took a step back and looked at Hu San in shock and anger.

Hu San was shocked and frightened. In fact, he couldn't figure out why he cut off the knife, but he really did it.

"You're done!!!"

The next moment, the team leader shouted loudly, and at the same time, he flew towards Hu San.

"Don't come here! Don't come here, I don't want to hurt anyone!"

"Don't push me, don't push me!"

"I just want to go home and farm!"

Hu San howled loudly and waved the knife in his hand in fear to prevent the squad leader from getting close.