Chapter 49 (1/2)

Hu Xing didn't know how long she fell down. It felt like several days. But she knew that this feeling could not be counted. According to Aoki, there was no time in the dream, and time was just an illusion.

But she can't forget the concept of time. Anxiety and falling fear have been tormenting her. She almost quit several times. Fortunately, there was Aoki around.

Finally, there was a soft light in the darkness, and then the light became dazzling.

Then a red sun appeared in the sky and hung quietly overhead. It was very close. The scorching heat was very painful.

The outline of the mountain slowly appeared, and the beautiful terraces layer by layer appeared in front of us. There were many people working in the fields.

Xia Wen walked from the ridge with his feet and a cow. He shouted ”woo woo woo” and drove the cattle into the field.

”Is this my grandfather's dream? It's so beautiful! I also want to farm!” Hu Xing remembered that when my grandfather was young, he went to Longji, Guangxi to participate in farm construction. It was said that there were terraces everywhere.

Aoki shook his head and said, ”don't disturb others' dreams unless your mental power is strong enough to understand the rules of others' dream space and change it. Your grandfather's mental power is very strong, much stronger than you.”

Hu Xing found that Xia Wenyuan's dream space was much larger than her own.

”What shall we do now?” Hu Xing asked.

”Just look at it,” Aoki said. ”No matter what happens later, you just remember that this is a dream and you don't have to do anything, okay?”

Hu Xing nodded obediently.

After the cattle got out of the field, Xia Wenyuan followed the cattle, held the plow and drove the cattle forward in the field. The mud in the paddy field was turned over by the plow and made a loud noise.

”Wen Yuan, why are you here now? If you can't finish the task of the team today, you'll be scolded again when you go back!” said a young man in the nearby field.

Xia Wenyuan pushed the cow and plow and said, ”it's time, it's time.”

”Wen Yuan, have you suffered from waist disease again? If you want me to say, go and tell the party secretary to take a leave,” said another young man.

”It won't get in the way,” Xia Wenyuan said.

The sun was getting stronger and stronger, Xia Wenyuan's clothes were soaked, and sweat dripped from his head like a heavy rain.

”Let's go to dinner!” someone shouted. The big guys put down their farm tools and went down the hill along the path of the terrace.

Xia Wenyuan also put down his plow and led the cow back.

”What are you doing? You can't eat until you finish your task today!” a middle-aged man came over with a cigarette pole,

”If I don't eat, the cow will have a rest!” Xia Wenyuan said.

”Then let the cattle rest and plough by yourself!” the man knocked on the cigarette pole and said, ”the cattle are the cattle of the proletariat, and you are the offspring of the capitalists. The bourgeoisie still wants to eat? If you don't transform who you transform!” then he walked away with his hands on his back.

Xia Wenyuan had to pull the cow to the shade and tie it. A man carried the plow into the field.

He laboriously ploughed the mud in the field with his plow, wiping the sweat on his head from time to time.

Hu Xing felt sad.