Qiao Lan stood there, looking at the freshly-baked students in front of her with a smile. Each one of them clumsily carried farm tools and followed the slaves towards their school building.
In the world she came to, the teaching system had developed over thousands of years and evolved into many teaching rules.
Thinking about teaching those powerful relatives who could deliberately frame her, Qiao Lan only worried for half a day.
Learning is not an easy thing, let alone studying agriculture.
Although he wanted to vent his anger on them and planned to make them do some hard farm work every day, Qiao Lan would still work hard to teach them what needed to be taught.
A large part of Beijing's farmland is in the hands of large families. They have learned scientific farming methods and breeding methods, which can not only promote the emergence of more improved varieties, but also enable farmers under Gaomen to learn a lot about land cultivation.
Tian skills can be regarded as a disguised promotion of the progress of a strong country.
Of course, it also gave Qiao Lan some free labor. Oh, no, it was a labor rebate.
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The next day, the sky was still dark and the stars were high in the sky.
A group of students were lying on simple beds, sleeping like piglets, when suddenly they heard a rapid sound of gongs, interrupting their sweet dreams.
One by one, they opened their eyes in confusion, caught a glimpse of the fire outside the window, and thought it was a fire! They didn't even bother to put on their shoes, so they pushed open the door and ran into the yard.
I found that the slaves in the courtyard were holding torches!
Lady Huitian stood in the center of the crowd, like stars over the moon.
One person said in confusion: "Teacher, what happened?"
Qiao Lan: "It's getting late! It's time for you to harvest wheat!"
After everyone heard this, they thought they were still in a dream.
Harvesting wheat?
This has never happened before in their lives.
However, since I came to Nujun to learn agricultural skills, I naturally had to do farm work.
One person looked up at the sky, hesitated for a moment and said, "Teacher, it's not bright yet and we can't see the road clearly! How about we wait until dawn before going down?"
Qiao Lan coldly rejected them: "No! Farmers all go out to work at this time! If you work for a while, it will be dawn! On the first day of class, do you want to slack off?"
Qiao Lan's voice had a bit of majesty.
Everyone came to this village just yesterday and learned that they could not bring any servants with them when they were studying. They had to wash and clean the house by themselves. They lay on the hard wooden bed and were so sad that they could not sleep.
After finally falling asleep for a while, I was woken up by the sound of gongs.
Tell them to cut the wheat...
this……
More bitter than imagined!
When Qiao Lan saw that they all fell silent, she didn't intend to embarrass them. Yin Que handed over the booklet she had prepared long ago.
Qiao Lan: "Teacher, I won't force you to go. If you want to sleep, you can go back to your room to sleep. However, this morning's attendance check will count as your absence."
When they heard about attendance and absenteeism, everyone’s sleepiness immediately disappeared!
This attendance test must be included in the results and sent back to the family head for review! If the family head knew that they slacked off on the first day, how could they be leniently spared?
All of them immediately changed their expressions, leaned over and said, "Teacher, don't be angry! The students will go change their clothes and cut the wheat!"
One by one, they returned to the house in the dark, hurriedly lit lamps and changed clothes.
Qiao Lan waited for a while, not knowing what they were dawdling about, and asked the servant to go over and urge them.
Finally, they showed up one by one with tools.
There were people with buckets, baskets, bamboo poles and machetes, and there were only two or three people with sickles.
This scene made the servants in the courtyard puzzled. What was happening?
"Why don't you gentlemen take sickles?" the steward of Zhuangzi asked.
Hearing this, several people looked confused.
What is a sickle?
The maids standing behind Qiao Lan covered their lips and smiled softly.
After another delay, the group finally got the right tools and were led by the slaves to their respective fields.
The night gradually fades, and the eastern skyline gradually glows with brilliant light.
Qiao Lan looked at a group of students standing in the field, wearing strange clothes and some wearing silk, and didn't bother to correct them.
Qiao Lan: "You guys cut the wheat first, each person will cut a piece of rye! I'll come over and take a look later."
"Yes, sir."
After that, one by one, under the guidance of the slaves, they entered the fields, holding the sickles in their hands, as if they were afraid of killing, and did not move for a long time.
Qiao Lan yawned and didn't want to see this anymore!
Cutting wheat is one of the easier tasks among various agricultural tasks. There is no need to carry water or fertilize.
Let them do whatever they want!
Qiao Lan took the maids back to the yard to sleep in their cages.
When Qiao Lan came over after breakfast to check on the students' work, she found that many people had already cut a whole piece of wheat, and most of them just put it away after cutting. The rye in the field was scattered everywhere.
Others continue to work in the fields, and there is not much wheat left.
Seeing this, Qiao Lan clapped her hands and asked the servant to deliver today's breakfast.
Breakfast was very simple, consisting of two steamed buns, an egg, and a bowl of porridge. The servants all came with buckets filled with stacks of bowls.
How have those rich and well-off people seen eating like this?
Even if the food is simple, you still have to eat it directly in the fields.
Even though everyone was already hungry, they still had doubts on their faces and refused to come forward.
Qiao Lan looked at their faces, how could she not know what they were thinking?
Then he stepped forward and said, "Do you think I'm being mean to you on purpose?"
One of them, a young man in his twenties who was so tired that his clothes were soaked with sweat, lowered his head and said, "Students don't dare!"
Qiao Lan didn't bother to talk to them anymore, and directly asked the servant next to him to call over the man who was sharing food with the farmers in the village not far away.
"This is breakfast for the farmers who work with you! You only need to cut one piece of land in the morning, and most of them need to cut seven or eight pieces of land! After cutting, there is other work!"
The wooden barrel contained randomly kneaded steamed buns, and the original shape of the coarse grains could still be seen.
Compared with the white flour steamed buns, eggs, rice porridge, etc. that the lady prepared for them in the other bucket, they were completely different.
They all come from noble backgrounds, so how can they be compared to farmers? Their food is just ordinary.
Qiao Lan continued to smile and said: "If you feel that I am deliberately embarrassing you, I don't mind really making things difficult for you!"
People with a clear mind quickly admitted their mistake: "Sir, my disciple is so stupid that I made you angry. Please forgive me!"
"Sir, I'm just a little tired after finishing my work. I can't eat now. Don't be angry, sir!"
Qiao Lan: "I misunderstood. You should eat well and take a rest after eating! You will continue to work later!"
The young people who had finished harvesting the wheat came forward one by one and accepted their fate to receive their rice bowls from the slaves. With their rice bowls in hand, they sat on the edge of the fields and under the trees, eating their own breakfast.
The ingredients they use for breakfast are all grown by Qiao Lan, and the taste is not a little better than those outside.
A few bites of steamed buns, a bite of porridge, and a bite of eggs. It seems to taste good.
She immediately believed most of Qiao Lan's words that she didn't embarrass them!