Strange World: My Systematic Practice Life

The cold wind is like a knife, and the snow is flying for thousands of miles.

"Ah!"

In the cramped dilapidated woodshed, a thin figure was shrinking his body, and let out a big yawn.

Pale and thin with cold hands, he took out a handful of firewood from behind and added fuel to the fire in front of him.

The flame that was about to be extinguished suddenly revived again.

There was a broken pot on the fire, and white gas was bubbling from the pot.

It is estimated that it is almost the same.

The thin figure took out a broken bowl, scooped out a large spoonful of hot soup from the pot, and took a big mouthful without caring about the hot soup, and then exhaled comfortably.

Egret looked up at the already pale sky outside the window, and realized that he had survived another day.

"Bah! When will this damn day end!"

After cursing severely, he leaned on his knees and fell into deep thought.

He was not from this world, but from a blue planet.

Who knows what the goddamn madness is, let him, a designer who enjoys 007's blessings, come here.

This is a world similar to the ancient world of the previous life.

According to the few scattered memories of his predecessor, he seems to be in a country called Dayu.

The only difference from the ancient times in the previous life is that there are warriors in this world.

It's not the ostentation of those previous lives, but a warrior who can really fly over the walls and crack stones.

Of course he didn't see it with his own eyes.

It has been a week since he came here.

From the confusion and panic at the beginning to the surprise when confirming the time travel.

It's just that the expected golden finger didn't appear.

By now he was a little numb.

"Hey, the one inside, is it still alive? If you are alive, you should come out and go to work!"

While thinking, a somewhat shrill voice came from outside the woodshed.

Bailu retracted his thoughts, knowing that it was time to start work.

He took a few sips and swallowed the sparse rice soup in his hand.

After tidying up the old thick linen clothes on his body a little, he went out quickly.

Outside the door was a plump butt-eared steward, who was surprised when he saw the thin figure of the egret coming out.

Some time ago, when he saw that this kid was infected with the wind and cold, he thought that he would not be able to resist it, and he would probably die in this room. He didn't expect that when he came out today, he seemed to be alive and well.

"Boy, you're pretty big, let's go, it's time to get to work!"

The steward cursed casually, turned his head and left without paying attention.

Behind him was a man dressed in the same clothes as Bai Lu followed.

Yes, the identity he traveled through was that of a powerful family leader in Tianshui City.

These days, many poor families can't live on, and they will send their children into big families to make a living.

As a long-term worker, his treatment is similar to that of some servants in the mansion, or even worse.

But compared to the slaves who signed the contract of selling their lives and could not help themselves to life and death, these long-term workers were freer.

But only in relative terms.

Suppressing his thoughts, Bailu and his party followed the steward Fat to a field outside the mansion.

The fields are full of medicinal herbs with tender pink branches.

Egret knew it was a kind of medicinal material called winter safflower.

This herb can only grow in the cold winter season, and it is a good hemostatic herb.

The work of these day laborers is to plant this medicinal herb in the field with a wooden shovel in this cold weather.

The predecessor probably didn't survive, and died of being sick and frozen, so he passed through by chance.

Holding the wooden shovel, the egret went directly into the field without delay and started planting.

As a rural person in my previous life, I did a lot of work in the fields and transplanting rice seedlings when I was young.

The things in front of him can't help him, the only difficulty is the harsh winter.

He knew that in this cold weather, only by moving himself and activating the whole body's energy and blood can the coldness be relieved to the greatest extent.

So he didn't have the idea of ​​stealing and playing tricks. Instead, he used the wooden shovel in his hand to smash it on the frozen field ridge one after another.

He kept his hands on, but he was already thinking about how to change the current situation in his heart.

As a time traveler, he was not willing to live such a life where he had to work so hard every day to barely survive.

"We must find a way to break the situation!"

Just as he was thinking in his heart, suddenly a long-term worker not far away was tripped by something and fell to the ground.

He started cursing, and when he saw the food under his feet, he let out an exclamation. It turned out to be a human figure covered by snow.

"Dead man! Why is there a dead man here!"

The short-term workers around suddenly burst into noise.

The movement here quickly recruited the overseer's fat steward.

"It's so salty, it's not good for a dead ghost to die here!"

With a cold face, he glanced at the shabby corpse on the ground with disgust, and cursed a few words.

Then he pointed to Bailu and another long-term worker.

"You and who, you two dragged this dead ghost out and buried it, remember to drag it farther away."

Egret frowned, but still walked over.

Seeing the corpse almost frozen into ice on the ground, his pupils trembled slightly, but soon returned to normal.

He is not afraid of dead bodies.

It was the corpse in front of him whose throat had been scratched by something, and the state of death was quite miserable.

There was still a terrified expression on his frozen face, and his eyes were wide open, giving him a feeling of death.

Seeing the appearance of the corpse, another long-term worker immediately looked at the fat steward tremblingly, his face was a little ugly.

It's just that when he saw the fat steward with an impatient face, he opened his mouth but never dared to refuse.