Xiuer: It Turns Out That I Am a Son of a Plane

Liu Xiu's ideal is very simple: plant a good field, harvest a few more stones of rice, and then go to the Yin family to propose marriage. His brother Liu Yan scolded him for being worthless, his second sister said he was too honest, and his elder brother asked him whether the rebels were responsible for the livelihood - he said no, but he had to finish planting the rice seedlings first. Later, the field was trampled and the rice was not harvested. He followed his elder brother and stood on the threshing floor carrying a hoe. More than two hundred people, a red flag. What others shouted was destiny. He squatted beside the millstone and said two words: stand firm. From Chongshuihe to Feishui, from Chungling to Gengshi, he watched the people around him fall one by one, and also watched the remaining people become stronger day by day. He has never learned to fight, but he can look at the water level, count grain and grass, and measure steps - the same things he does in farming can be used on the battlefield. There are just some things that even the most sophisticated algorithm cannot calculate. For example, the elder brother's copper sword can never be sharpened. For example, the words written on the dead leaf that the girl from the Yin family pressed under the teapot. For example, what the old man in charge of firewood said before leaving: "We are running out of flax straw." How did a man who just wanted to farm become the founding emperor? History books say that it is destiny. But the history books won't tell you that before the red flag was planted on the threshing floor—— He first held the wedge of the millstone.