There is a golden wheat field in the town. The autumn wind blows, stirring up waves of fragrant wheat.

After returning to Grandpa Rodney’s cabin, I took the sickle to the wheat field.

Far away, I saw a slightly thin and stooped figure, working hard in the wheat field.

That was my beloved Grandpa Rodney, a 60-year-old man with dark skin, white hair on his temples, and a very old face.

"Hey, Randy is here to do farm work again!"

Uncle Jack, who was threshing wheat with a flail, said hello to me, and I responded briefly.

After seeing me coming, many people waved to me.

Although I was often laughed at by my peers in college, our relationship with these simple farmers was quite good.

Of course, most of this is due to the kind and honest Grandpa Rodney.

He is the old captain of the wheat field team in the whole town. He often greets and works with these farmers together with me.

Over time, I also became an acquaintance in this circle

Since the town implements a collective distribution system, farmers in the town are responsible for planting and harvesting wheat.

Therefore, the food distributed to everyone is the same, and no one will feel unfair.

After the distribution is completed, the extra wheat will be handed over to the public, and the entire town will be able to live without worries.

Except for those wealthy people in the middle and upper classes, that is, those who can afford their children to attend a magic academy.

Not only can they be allocated corresponding wheat grains for free, but they can also earn coins through other businesses, but they also have to pay taxes.

I came to Grandpa Rodney's side, said hello pleasantly, and then lowered my head to cut the fresh-smelling wheat.

Because I worked so hard, I even did better than those adults.

So every time I came, Grandpa Rodney would look at me very happily and then give me a loving smile.

"Randy, how was your study today?

You can no longer sneak back to help me cut the wheat before school is over like before! "

Grandpa Rodney's voice came to my ears.

I nodded and said while cutting the wheat: "Don't worry, Grandpa, I won't do that again.

And I am about to graduate and complete the five years of compulsory education stipulated by the Kingdom.

When the time comes, I will join the wheat field team with you and cut wheat with you every day during this harvest season! "

I raised my head and saw Grandpa Rodney silent for a moment, his figure looking vicissitudes of life and fragile, as if he would fall weakly if a gust of wind blew.

After sighing, he said to me: "Randy, don't give up. Grandpa believes you must have magic talent. You have to work hard!"

My body trembled slightly, and my mind couldn't help but recall the faces in the college that made me feel ugly and disgusting.

There was also the scene of them tying me to a pillar and using magic to bully me.

I didn't tell Grandpa Rodney any of this and let him worry about me.

In order to support my education, he insisted on working in the peasant team even when he should have reached retirement age.

Not only was he tired, but he also spent nearly [-]% of his salary and savings on my tuition and other study expenses.

He and I lived frugally and in poverty, and we were the only ones we could rely on.

I raised the corners of my mouth, pretended to smile, nodded to Grandpa Rodney and said, “Well, I will try my best.

However, if God really doesn't give me a chance, then it would be a good thing for me to accept my fate.

After all, I have to take care of you in the future, Grandpa, I want you to enjoy happiness! "

Grandpa Rodney smiled kindly, came over and touched my head, his eyes shining, and said to me seriously:

"Silly boy, your parents are great magicians, and their blood is flowing through you.

He will definitely be a great magician in the future! "

I pretended to agree and nodded, but in my heart I was actually very disappointed and at the same time felt guilty towards Grandpa Rodney.

Although I am a time traveler, I have had memories since I was born. When I was a child, the pictures were still fresh in my memory.

But there was never a picture of my parents in my mind.

Even the person who fed me was only a widow from the town who was said to have died and was living in poverty with her children.

Later, when I grew up and stopped breastfeeding, when I wanted to take a good look at the widow, I learned that she was there late one night.

Several masked robbers broke into the house and humiliated her. Then the next day, unable to bear the humiliation, she hanged herself.

All the information about my parents was told to me by Grandpa Rodney when I was a child.

I was noncommittal about what he said, but I just hated myself for not being able to repay this grandfather who loved me very much.

By the time the tasks in the wheat fields were over and the farmers had finished their work, it was already late at night.

During this period, Grandpa Rodney felt sorry for me and asked me to go back early, but I felt sorry for him even more and insisted on staying.

Before leaving, I saw him giving other farmers tasks for tomorrow.

What others say:

“Rodney, you’d better not get too hung up on your grandson Randy.

You are old and it’s time to enjoy your blessings. Why do you want to stand out? As a farmer, you still have to let your grandson go to some magic academy?

I heard that your child is having a hard time there, and some classmates are bullying him. It’s better to send your child back as soon as possible and become a farmer honestly! "

Jack, who was smoking a big cigarette and having a full beard, looked at the tired Rodney, couldn't bear it, and opened his mouth to persuade him.

Rodney smiled bitterly, slapped his sore thigh, and said slowly:

"My whole life is just for my grandson Randy. Even if there is a chance, I will never give up on him!"

Seeing how stubborn Rodney was, Jack turned his head angrily and said to himself: "Smelly old man, I'll wait until your grandson completes five years of compulsory education.

If you fail the final exam, you will be expelled from the Magic Academy and will not be able to go to a more advanced academy. By then, you will be able to retire with peace of mind, right? "

……

After going home, taking a shower and having dinner, Randy lay on the bed with his upper body naked, looking at his ring finger that was so painful from being strangled, he felt bitter in his heart.

"Why can't this thing be taken off even after using soap? You can't... cut off my fingers and sell them to Boss Locke, right?"

He sighed and buried his head into the pillow in frustration.

"Forget it, go to sleep first, and then find Boss Locke to find a solution when you have time!" Randy said angrily.

Soon, he fell asleep after working all afternoon. The moonlight shone on him through the window, and the silver ring on his ring finger suddenly flashed with a bright silver light.

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