After exhausting myself to death

Shen Minghuan sneezed again and murmured: "That's weird, you're not really going to be sick, are you?"

He had only been injured, not sick, and was really curious for a moment.

[Please stop your ignorant thoughts, host. ] The system said seriously.

Shen Minghuan praised: "You can actually see it, Xiaojiu, you have become smarter. The saying that the person who is close to Zhu is the best is indeed true." ]

The system was humble and well-behaved at first, but in just one day today, Shen Minghuan was so angry that he jumped up and down.

Shen Minghuan bullied the little system in his mind and quickly walked to the door of the village chief's house.

It was dinner time. The village chief's son, daughter-in-law, and granddaughter were all in the city. He and his wife were the only ones at home. The two of them had already set up bowls and chopsticks in the yard and were sitting across from each other to eat.

The village chief spotted Shen Minghuan first and started to say hello from a distance: "Teacher Shen, why are you here? You haven't eaten yet?"

Without waiting for Shen Minghuan to answer, he turned to his wife and said, "Sufen, go and get another pair of bowls and chopsticks."

Zhao Sufen was a kind-hearted old lady. She also smiled and nodded, then walked away and said, "Teacher Shen, please don't be polite. Just treat it as your own home."

Yes, that's the system's great idea - cheating.

It heard that some people would rather die than eat the food they brought in, and it was afraid that Shen Minghuan would also be confused, so it organized its language slightly: [Host, these times are different from the past, you...]

Shen Minghuan hesitated for a moment, and in the village chief's expectant eyes, he said with some trepidation: "Rejecting will make us alienated, so I have no choice but to be respectful and obey. Thank you, village chief."

The village chief immediately beamed: "That's right."

Shen Minghuan sat down very calmly, took the bowls and chopsticks handed over by Zhao Sufen with a smile, and then asked the system: "What am I doing?" ]

[……nothing. ] The system is inexplicably frustrated.

The conditions of the village chief are relatively good in the village. His dinner only consists of a few cornmeal steamed buns, a bowl of porridge so thin that the rice is not visible, and a plate of home-made pickles.

Old Mrs. Zhao Sufen even handed Shen Minghuan an egg.

Shen Minghuan will not treat himself badly when he has the conditions. He can be extremely luxurious and picky. The system knows that this is Shen Minghuan's lifestyle.

At the moment, he is eating a bowl of rice and a mouthful of porridge without changing his expression. This is not because he accepts and is used to this kind of life, but because its host is particularly tolerant.

——He has always been good at forcing himself.

Shen Minghuan finished the meal talking and laughing with the village chief and his family, and by the time they were done, they had already called their uncle and aunt. Zhao Sufen cleared the table quickly: "Teacher Shen, are you here for business today? If you need anything, just say it."

The village chief slapped his head, as if he had reacted, and echoed: "Yes, yes, yes, just say it."

The system secretly sighed, "It's about to be finished." There was nothing important. He just wanted to have a meal. Is this okay to say?

Shen Minghuan blinked, "I can't hide anything from you."

"Uncle, I think it's better to let the children continue to go to school. Every inch of time means every inch of money. For families with the conditions, children can start enlightenment at the age of three. They can recite the Tao Te Ching at the age of four, study the Analects of Confucius at the age of five, and read the Analects at the age of six. Qunshu, uncle and aunt, we can’t let the children of Mutian Village lose at the starting line!”

The village chief was so frightened that he pulled off a beard: "Is it so scary?"

The system trembled with fright: [Is it so exaggerated? ]

Shen Minghuan said seriously: "Xiang Luo became Confucius' teacher at the age of seven, Gan Luo became the prime minister at the age of twelve, and Huo Qubing was granted the title of Langjuxu at the age of twenty-one. The ancients were like this, but today's people will only go beyond it."

The village chief didn't understand, but he was greatly shocked: "It's time to study hard. By then other children will be able to help the country, and only our children are holding us back."

The village chief frowned and paced, then seemed to have made up his mind and grabbed Shen Minghuan's hand: "Teacher Shen, the children are in your hands. Don't worry, I will make sure they are in order at school tomorrow."

After being married for many years, Zhao Sufen understood her husband's thoughts at a glance: "Old man, I will go with you to persuade them later. At worst, we can do more. We must not let the children of Mutian Village lose on any line!"

"Uncle, aunt, please don't worry." Shen Ming smiled happily: "During the Three Kingdoms period, Zhuge Kongming invented that a wooden cow and a horse can travel dozens of miles alone and thirty miles in a group. His wife Huang Yueying created the invention to help facilitate daily life. Ma Jun was a wooden man who cooked, and later made wooden dogs and wooden tigers.

"Stop, stop, Teacher Shen, can you speak more clearly? I don't understand." The village chief had a grimace on his face. Zhao Sufang pinched him hard, showing a serious but blank look in her eyes: "Teacher Shen , don’t worry about him, just keep talking.”

"Uncle and aunt, just call me Minghuan." Shen Minghuan smiled slightly and took out a drawing, "I mean, I can do it too."

The system was shocked: [Host, when did you prepare this? No, where did you get it from? ]

Shen Minghuan unfolded the drawing carefully, and there was a strange-shaped object drawn on it, with dense markings next to it.

He introduced enthusiastically: "Uncle, this is an idea of ​​mine. After it is completed, it can help the villagers harvest wheat. Conservative estimates suggest that as long as there are two machines, the whole village's wheat can be harvested in one day."

"Considering the actual situation, only wood can be used as material. Power is a problem. For the time being, it can only be driven by manpower, but it can also save a lot of effort. Uncle, look at this..."

The village chief grabbed Shen Minghuan with trembling hands and said excitedly: "Teacher Shen, Minghuan, what did you just say? This thing, no, what can this baby do? I seem to have heard that you can harvest wheat in one day."

You must know that wheat cannot be left in the ground for too long when it is ripe, especially since there is a high probability of heavy rain in the next few days, otherwise he would not have hesitated for so long about sending his children to school.

Although Zhao Sufen was also very excited, she couldn't bear it and pulled the village chief away by his ears, "Let Ming Huan speak and don't interrupt us all the time."

Then he looked at Shen Minghuan with a smile: "Minghuan, keep talking."

Shen Minghuan was a little stuck for a moment.

He prepared a long paragraph to persuade the village chief. He planned to talk about ancient times and the present, and then talk about technology and people's livelihood, ensuring that the village chief would be convinced.

But he didn't expect the village chief to believe it so easily, which seemed like his previous words were a bit redundant.

Shen Minghuan looked at each other. The village chief's dark face was covered with wrinkles, but his eyes were hot and hot, containing light enough to pierce the night.

Shen Minghuan suddenly realized that the village chief believed in him not because of his ability, at least not entirely. After all, except for his identity as a college student, the village chief knew nothing about "Shen Minghuan".

Rather than saying that the village chief trusted Shen Minghuan, it was better to say that the village chief trusted his compatriots.

He trusts the country and everyone in the country, so he takes it for granted that when the whole country is focused on construction, no one will make fun of land and food.

It's really a naive idea.

But Shen Minghuan rummaged through the memory fragments of the original owner and easily found the same look in the village chief's eyes.

The village chief is not a special case. He is just one of the tens of millions of people who are passionate about serving the country. There is nothing special about him.

What a magical country, Shen Ming thought happily.

He jokingly said: "Uncle, you believe in me so much. What if I don't make it?"

"If it's not done, then it's not done." The village chief looked at him in confusion: "You didn't mean to lie to me. Didn't we lose many times in the war before? Ming Huan, I didn't tell you that your age Be gentle and don’t be afraid of failure.”

Zhao Sufen looked at the village chief's pretense and laughed so hard that she stopped laughing: "Ming Huan, your uncle is right, it's only one day, we can afford to delay it, so don't feel pressured."

The afterglow of the sunset covered the earth, and the leaves on the branches also shone with golden light, as if capturing a ray of tenderness falling from the sky.

Shen Minghuan smiled and said cooperatively: "I have learned a lesson."

The village chief only remained serious for ten seconds before he smiled uncontrollably, grinning almost to his ears. He rubbed his hands: "Well, Ming Huan, how long will this thing take?"

"Uncle, lend me the people in the village who can do carpentry, and the children to help, it will be enough for one day." Shen Minghuan said this sentence slightly solemnly, almost in a promising tone.

"Can those brats do it? They only want to cause trouble, right?" The village chief was worried about the ability of the children in the village to cause trouble.

"Isn't it me? I'm looking at them." Shen Minghuan said.

The village chief understood. It was called help, but it was actually teaching. He looked touched: "Ming Huan, thank you for your hard work."

"I am their teacher, as I should be."

Shen Minghuan stood up to say goodbye, took two steps, then, as if remembering something, turned back and stuffed a coin into the village chief's hand.

The village chief's eyes widened: "What are you doing? Stop."

Shen Minghuan turned his back to them and waved: "Meal money, and the car payment from last time."

"How much does a meal cost? Are you polite to my uncle?" The village chief remembered jumping to his feet: "If you come back, even if... this is too much."

Shen Minghuan didn't even look back.

"After we go back, we have to think about how to teach those children tomorrow." Shen Minghuan frowned, looking quite worried about the children's education.

The system was extremely moved: [Host, you...] are such a good teacher.

"If you want to make bigger things, it's too slow for one person. You still need helpers. Well, you have to teach them well. They are all good tool makers." Shen Minghuan still frowned and murmured, then he paused. Ask the system: [What about me? ]

[……nothing. ] The system said in frustration again.