Chapter 374: Agricultural martial arts

After the small episode, the farmers in the early morning were scattered to the fields allocated to them, and Obosa was no exception.
In the current Yode Village, his priest is no different from an ordinary farmer except for a small amount of food and coins every month. He would have starved to death if he lived on the priest's allowance.
When Obosa came to his place, the neighbors, Toby, and his family of four had already turned the ground. After seeing him, Toby said hello and continued to swing his with sweat.
Compared with Obosa, which is nearly half a hundred years old, he is already a very old body among serfs in this era. Toby and his wife are in their thirties, and their two sons are also 18 or 9 years old. They are all in the countryside. Of precious and strong labor.
There are so many people and great strength, and the land is turning quickly in front of them, and it doesn't take long to Xiaoban quickly.
In the past, the death of an old man like Obosa who had no offspring was the best outcome, and he could avoid the bad luck of starving to death.
The countryside is not easy. No one has food and compassion to take care of a widowed old man, no matter how popular he is.
Even after the Lord’s messenger came, they would only distribute the corresponding land to the widowed elderly in accordance with the regulations, and subsidize some food every month to help them find some relatively easy work.
There is absolutely no such thing as free support because of old age.
In this kind of countryside, the poor farmers who are old and unable to do any work will end up miserably.
But now, Obosa, who has no external help, has no fear that he will end up like this.
He took a step with his left foot and formed an arch with his footsteps. He held the handle of the tightly with both hands. The was parallel to the diagonal right leg, and his whole body was stretched into a spring with suitable elasticity.
drink!
The parallel to his right leg in Obosa's hand swung into a round and smooth semicircle, and fell on the ground in front of him like a heavy hammer, shaking the soil on the ground.
Under the bombardment of a hoe, the mud the size of half a meter in front of you becomes like a soft cake, which can be easily kneaded into a ball, and then it will become loose again.
This is exactly the soil form called loam in agriculture, which is extremely suitable for the growth of crops.
After a fell, Obosa wiped the sweat from his forehead, turning the soil in a specific posture without stopping, at a speed beyond common sense.
It only took him an hour to turn the ground to be equal to that of a neighbor's family of four and four hard workers.
After another hour, his turnover volume had reached twice as much as that of a family of four, and the quality of the turnover was even worse.
"Brother Obosa, you are really amazing."
The Tobys next to them involuntarily stopped the in their hands and stared dumbly at the old man in front of them and the large swaths of land behind him.
Even though they had seen this scene many times, they still couldn't believe that an old man in his fifties who was supposed to be lying in bed waiting to die, or begging helplessly along the street could have such strength.
And just a few months ago, Old Obosa was just an old man about to die of illness.
Obosa smiled heartily: "It's nothing, these are the things taught by the Lord's angels. As long as you have learned them proficiently, with your strength, you can definitely do better than me."
Toby shook his head. The angel taught very patiently, but the entire Yode Village was only learned by Obosa, who was about to enter the coffin.
At best, other people just made their bodies stronger and had to stop, not daring to practice any more.
The angel said that they don't have enough food and meat, and the amount of daily practice is limited. If you continue to practice, your body will become disabled.
There were also people who were jealous of Obosa's ability to ignore the words of the angels and practiced day and night, resulting in the crippling of his left leg, and now it is difficult to live.
But Obosa was different. He only mastered the complete usage after practicing it more than a dozen times. Even Angel Lord was surprised.
After turning the floor, Obosa was panting, his face flushed, and sweat slid down his neck and into his chest like water droplets.
He didn't sit on the ground to rest, his hands holding the smashed to the ground in front of him, and his feet stepped in a series of steps, turning gently and gently on the ground like a butterfly. It is closely related to the ground.
If he holds the handle of the with his arms hard, the hard soil will also turn into fertile soil for crops.
After dancing in a circle for half an hour, Obosa's panting throat calmed down, his face regained its previous brown-black folds, and the sweat on his body was dried by the passing breeze.
After the rest, Obosa walked to the piece of land next to the converted land. This piece of land had been planted with wheat a few months ago. It was lush and lush. The breeze blew in and rolled up pieces of green. The waves make people feel refreshed. After looking forward to a good harvest, the joy and satisfaction of sitting on the pile of wheat.
However, many discordant things have appeared in this green wave with farmers' hope and the future.
Although they are all green, the twisted stems, oval, plum-shaped, split-shaped leaves, and flower spikes on the head all clearly show that they are weeds that are completely different from wheat.
Obosa's self-confident face showed sorrow, and he squatted down next to the wheat field, identified for a while and carefully uprooted the weeds, so as not to hurt the wheat seedlings next to him.
His hands waved around the wheat seedlings one after another, his fingers clicked like playing a piano, kneaded and separated instantly, not like doing farm work accompanied by dung, water and soil, but like an artist showing his talent.
"Lord! My talents are too ordinary to understand your greatness."
After a dazzling operation, only three or four weeds of different shapes appeared in Obosa's hands. More weeds were waving in the wind by his feet and hands, but he did not even touch the leaves of the weeds. one slice.
His rough, wrinkled fingers were stiff and trembling again and again, and the bulging veins were clearly visible.
"Try again, I will try again"
Obosa's face was a little pale, and with expectations, he flashed fiercely, and his stiff fingers passed on the ground like a phantom.
Every time there is a pause, it stays precisely on the weeds, and the muscles and muscles in the body resonate at the same time, forming an efficient organic whole.
"I know... I know..."
He felt that every muscle of his own was like a body that worked efficiently. He just wanted to shout something, but his face suddenly changed.
"what!"
Click~
The fingers that danced like a phantom suddenly stiffened, the ecstasy on Obosa's face turned into a heart-piercing cry, and his body fell to the ground.
He reluctantly got up and looked at his palm, only to see on the left and right that shrugged down like a rope, and the left finger was already showing pale stubble.
In his fifties, the old body that suffered countless tortures in his youth seemed to have a chain reaction, and the origin of his life was falling like an avalanche.
Hearing Obosa's screams, the Tobys who were working on the farm looked surprised and hurried over here.