Log in to the farming game in advance

Chapter 169
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The bunny-eared maid sweeps up the dust in the garden, trying to impress Alan with her hard-working side.

Maid has become a characteristic profession in the service industry in modern cities. The corresponding role is waiter, not a feudal characteristic.

While enjoying the maid's help with housework, Allen also verbally reminded the two bunnies:

"I'll go to work later. When it's time for you two to go to class, go to class. Don't stop going to school because you have too much housework. You both have no responsibility to guarantee your salary. Don't worry too much."

"Yeah, thank you, Master Allen." Lucy pressed her sister's rabbit ears and nodded to express her understanding.

No noble young master hired people so casually, the two sisters of the rabbit family were a little confused.

I thought that the work benefits mentioned yesterday were just superficially beautiful words, such as five days off and two days off, a monthly salary of [-] copper coins, food and housing included, working hours are free time after class, there is no contract of sale, and various work obligations and rights are too much. illusory.

The job of a maid is several times easier than the formal work of a freeman, and she feels that she can't believe it.

However, after Alan repeatedly emphasized, they really felt Lord Alan's tolerant attitude, which was something that other lords could not compare to.

After Allen finished speaking, he told the other four maids some daily work, such as wiping the giant French windows and some tables on the first floor with a rag, gardening and so on.

This is Allen's request for full-time staff. Part-time students don't have to listen so much, but the two rabbit girls couldn't help it. They listened very carefully with their two pairs of rabbit ears pricked up.

Although I can't help now, maybe I can help in the future, anyway, Lucy and Daisy listened to it with an attitude of indifference.

After finishing the work details, Allen left the manor with his guards and headed to the farmland area.

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The rice fields in Tomorrow Town are already a scene of a bumper harvest. The waves of golden rice rise and fall one after another, and the rich rice fragrance wafts over the farmland area.

Slaves have already started to line up in groups to register outside their own paddy fields.

The orcs who usually have mathematics skills are temporarily transferred to the farmland area and become the staff of the audit department to record the names of each slave. Waiting for the big autumn harvest to start, they will accurately record the labor results of each slave.

Allen will set a standard line that can be achieved as long as he works hard. If someone is lazy, he will definitely not reach the standard line.

"Master Alan, you are here, this place is too dirty, go back to the cement road and watch."

In the rice field, the orcs from the Ministry of Food hurried out of the rice field, trying to help Alan wipe the mud on his shoes.

"No, Ivan, go and gather the militiamen, and start harvesting rice today, all the soldiers are here to harvest."

"Yes!" Ivan turned around and went to summon the militia.

Natasha stayed. As the deputy minister of the military department, she had to ensure that there was a strong force hanging around Allen so as not to be attacked by people with evil intentions.

In fact, Allen himself is a powerful assassin and warrior. If he wants to sneak attack Allen, he has to practice for hundreds of years. This is something Natasha doesn't know.

Ten minutes later, the militiamen of the whole town had gathered in the farmland area of ​​Tomorrow Town.

Then the militiamen saw an extremely shocking scene. Alan, the supreme authority in Tomorrow Town, actually bent down, took off his shoes, and stepped into the rice field with both feet.

Holding a wheat cutter in his right hand, he cut off a piece of rice with all his might.

"This..." The militiamen were stunned.

"Why did Lord Alan end up in person?"

The slaves had already rushed into the rice field area they were in charge of and began to harvest rice with knives.

The rice that Allen mowed was his own rice field. He had tens of acres of fields, and a large number of slaves were in charge of them. However, there were always some fields that were not harvested, so he found an unmanned rice field and went to harvest it himself.

"Master Allen, what are you doing in the rice field, come up quickly, just stand here and watch."

Natasha felt like she was going crazy. As the mayor of a town, how could she go to the fields in person.

"Don't persuade me, I'm going to cut for a while."

She talked for a long time, but Allen was unmoved, she might as well help cut the rice behind her back.

Allen ignored Natasha's words and just waved the knife.

At first the rice cutting was very slow, but after several times, he became familiar with the process of cutting rice. He swung the knife vigorously and chopped off a piece of rice.

Through continuous harvesting and the familiar tremors of body muscles, he accidentally recalled a small skill, which was a tasteless skill learned in the early days, which had long been forgotten.

"Rice Cutter +1!"

"Rice Cutter +1!"

"Cutting rice..."

Allen paused, flipped through the skill description, and felt that this knife technique was a bit out of the way.

"Rice cutting knife method: It has a very strong sharp edge effect on cutting rice, wheat and other plants, and the effect on people is greatly reduced."

This thing seems to be a skill learned in the martial arts plane. The effect of fighting people is very low. It is one of the prerequisite skills of a top martial arts skill, and he has to learn it.

In order to learn this martial arts skill, he took off his chivalrous identity as a knight-errant and became a martial arts man from a farmer.

Harvest rice fields for a whole year first, integrate into the life of local farmers, build a good relationship with local old farmers, and learn rare skills, called the scorching sun above the head to nourish the heart, and the matching rice cutting knife method.

Afterwards, he spent ten years practicing internal skills, and practiced the rice-cutting knife technique to level five.

After that, he didn't practice much. He went to practice other skills, just to learn the top martial arts of the martial arts plane.

Now Alan's soul imprint is moving slightly, and his rice harvesting skills have been rising all the way, reaching the top level directly at level five.

"The top-level rice-cutter knife technique combined with internal strength can cut half a field of rice with one knife, but I haven't practiced internal strength now, so the effect is greatly reduced."

Allen looked at the knife in his hand, and swung it again, and a wave of knife force hit the blade.

Ordinary iron knives have a special knife force, and there is an inexplicable trembling sound faintly.

I saw that the machete passed, the rice was cut off in the middle, and the incision was smooth and smooth.

In the eyes of the militiamen, it was different. They saw Alan wave his hand, and the golden rice with a radius of two meters fell down, which was very spectacular.

Allen shook his head slightly, without the bonus of internal strength, being able to cut two meters is already very powerful.

Having said that, it is a surprise that martial arts skills are actually useful.

Go back and try to practice internal skills, anyway, his soul is very BUG.

Allen has too many skills, so many that even he has forgotten many completely unimportant skills.

He is an old player with unlimited streams. While being appreciated by the main god, it also means that he has a very good foundation.

In this world where fantasy power is forbidden, it is a good way to defend yourself with the martial arts skills of the low martial arts world.

"Master Allen is amazing!"

When the militiamen saw this, their chests also ignited with blood.

They screamed and yelled, and plunged into Alan's private rice field alone, and helped Alan cut the rice with their long knives.

After a while, the belated deputy mayor, Windsor, also rushed to the scene. He turned around and didn't see Alan himself until he asked the temporary auditor, who pointed to a wheat harvester in the rice field.

The warriors who harvested the wheat were very brave. They opened and closed, and the rice fell in a swish. They didn't need help from others.

Windsor's eyes widened, and she made a surprised voice: "How can Master Allen go to work in the fields himself? No nobleman would do this!"

That is to say, but Allen really came to an end.

He stepped on the black mud of the rice field, and his legs were already stained with black mud, which was full of muddy mud.

However, Allen's movements are very fast, stepping on the mud in the field is like a superficial touch, and the movement of cutting the rice with his right hand is also as dreamy as art. When he raises the knife and falls in a circle, the rice falls down like waves.

"The action of cutting rice is as simple as eating and drinking, and it is smoother than that of an old farmer." Windsor was a little confused.

She has hardly heard of those in power who can go to the fields to work with the people.

Neither in the contemporary Lionheart Kingdom nor in the past history, there is no such authority.

Windsor thought, even the mayor had to go to work in the fields, and of course the deputy mayor had to end, otherwise it would be a shame.

She was taking off her shoes and was about to go to work in the field, when an orc ran over and reminded, "Lord Windsor, Allen told me that you should take charge of the audit work in an area."

Windsor stopped taking off her shoes, looked at Alan who was waving in the rice field, then looked at the orc who was counting errors from time to time, and looked at his thin arms.

　Let me explain here that the martial arts skills that can be realized are only used for self-defense, and refuse to hang on to the sky.

　　Of course, the aliens or zerg on the biotech side are another route, and they may be physically strong.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)