The Earth Conquers All Worlds

After a small episode, the farmers in the morning dispersed to their assigned fields, and Obosa was no exception.

In the current Yoder Village, his priest is no different from an ordinary farmer except that he can get a small amount of food and coins every month. If he lived on the priest's allowance, he would have starved to death long ago.

When Obosa came to his allotment, the neighbor Toby's family of four had already started digging the land. After seeing him coming, Toby said hello and continued to wave his hoe profusely.

Compared with Obosa, who is nearly half a hundred years old and is already a super-long-lived old body among serfs in this era, Toby and his wife are in their thirties, and their two sons are also eighteen or nineteen years old. precious labor.

There are many people and strength, and the land is turning rapidly in front of them, and it didn't take long for the small half to be hoeed quickly.

In the past, it was the best ending for an old man like Obosa who had no offspring to die of illness, and could avoid the bad luck of starving to death.

The countryside is not easy. No one has the food and compassion to take care of a widowed old man, no matter how popular he is.

Even after the arrival of the Lord's messenger, they will only distribute corresponding land to the widowed and lonely elderly according to the regulations, subsidize some food every month, and help them find some relatively easy jobs.

There is absolutely no such thing as giving gratuitously because of old age.

In this kind of rural areas, the fate of poor farmers who are old and unable to work is very miserable.

But now, Obosa, who has no external help, is not at all worried that he will fall into such a fate.

He took a step with his left foot, forming an arch with his footsteps, holding the handle of the hoe tightly with both hands, and the hoe was parallel to his slanted right leg, and his whole body was stretched into a spring-like shape.

drink!

Obosa swung the hoe parallel to his right leg in a round and smooth semicircle, and it fell to the ground in front of him like a heavy hammer, shaking the soil on the ground.

Under the bombardment of the hoe, the half-meter-sized soil in front of him became like a soft cake, which could be easily kneaded into a ball, and fell into a loose shape again.

This is exactly the soil form called loam in agriculture, which is very suitable for the growth of crops.

After a hoe fell, Obosa wiped the sweat from his forehead, and turned the soil in a specific posture without stopping, at a speed beyond common sense.

It only took him one hour to dig up the same amount of land as a neighbor's family of four and four strong laborers.

Another hour later, his upturning amount was twice as much as that of the family of four next door, and the quality of the upturning was even worse.

"Brother Obosa, you are really amazing."

The Toby family next to them involuntarily stopped the hoe in their hands, and stared dumbfounded at the old man in front of him and the large piece of turned land behind him.

Even though they have seen this scene many times, they still can't believe that an old man in his fifties, who should be lying in bed waiting to die, or helplessly begging along the street, can have such strength.

And just a few months ago, old Obosa was just an old man dying of illness.

Obosa smiled heartily: "It's nothing, these are things taught by the angel of the Lord. As long as you are proficient in learning them, you will definitely be able to do better than me with your strength."

Toby shook his head, the angel taught very patiently, but in the entire Yoder Village, only Obosa, who is about to enter the coffin, has completely learned it.

Others at most just made their bodies stronger and then had to stop, not daring to continue practicing.

The angel said that their food and meat were not enough, and the amount of daily practice was limited, and if they continued to practice, their bodies would become disabled.

There were also people who were jealous of Obosa's ability and practiced day and night without listening to the angel's words, resulting in a disabled left leg, and now it is difficult to even live.

But Obosa is different, he only practiced a dozen times before he mastered the complete usage, even Lord Angel was surprised.

After turning the ground, Obosa was out of breath, his face flushed,

Sweat slid down his neck and into his chest like water droplets.

He didn't sit on the ground to rest. He was holding the hoe and splitting the ground in front of him. He stepped on the ground in a circle, turning gently and slowly on the ground like a butterfly. Everything is closely related to the ground.

If his arms holding the handle of the hoe are strong enough, no matter how hard the earth is kept, it will be turned into fertile soil for crops.

After dancing in circles on the spot for half an hour, Obosa's panting throat calmed down, his face regained its usual brown and black folds, and the dripping sweat on his body was dried by the passing breeze.

After resting, Obosa walked to the piece of land next to the plowed field. This piece of land had been planted with wheat a few months ago, and it was lush and green. The waves make people feel refreshed, looking forward to the joy and satisfaction of sitting on the wheat pile after a good harvest.

It's just that there are many disharmonious things in this green wave with farmers' hope and future.

Although they are all green, the crooked stems, oval, plum-shaped, split-shaped leaves, and flower spikes on the top of their heads clearly indicate that they are weeds that are completely different from wheat.

Obosa's confident face showed distress, and he came to the side of the wheat field and squatted down, identifying the weeds for a while and carefully pulling up the weeds so as not to hurt the wheat seedlings next to him.

He waved his hands around the wheat seedlings one after another, tapped his fingers like playing a piano, kneaded and then separated instantly. It didn't look like he was doing farm work accompanied by dung and soil, but like an artist showing his talent.

"Lord! My talents are too ordinary to comprehend your greatness."

After a dazzing operation, in the end, only three or four weeds of different shapes appeared in Obosa's hands, and more weeds were blowing in the wind at his feet and hands, but he didn't even touch the leaves of the weeds one slice.

His wrinkled, rough fingers were stiff and trembling, and the veins were clearly visible.

"Try again, I'll try again"

Obosa's face was a little pale, and with expectation, he flashed fiercely, and his still stiff fingers flitted across the ground one after another like phantoms.

Every time you pause, you stay precisely on the weeds, and the bones and muscles in your body resonate at the same time, forming an efficient organic whole.

"I knew it... I knew it..."

He felt that every muscle in his body was functioning efficiently, and just as he was about to shout something, his face suddenly changed.

"ah!"

click

His fingers suddenly stiffened like a phantom dancing, and the ecstasy on Obosa's face turned into a heart-piercing cry of pain, and his body fell to the ground.

He barely struggled to get up and looked at his palm, only to see two fingers on the left and right protruding down like ropes, and the left finger had already exposed a pale bone stubble.

In his fifties, the old body that suffered countless tortures in his youth seemed to have a chain reaction, and the source of life collapsed like an avalanche.

Hearing Obosa's miserable cry, the Toby family, who were doing farm work, looked shocked and hurried over here.