Agriculture Escape: Ultimate Boss Has A Space Pocket!

Zeng Sanshui was frightened by their harsh training conditions.

If you ask him to take a scoop, what if he accidentally leaks dozens of rice grains.

He shook his head, "Isn't this training soldiers to death?"

The soldier lowered his voice again and said, "If you want to train yourself to die, you have no chance. If you fall down, someone will send you to the hospital immediately, and you won't need it when you are cured."

Zeng Sanshui sneezed, and couldn't help saying: "This is not good, go home and warm up the kang with your wife and children."

The soldier curled his lips, "General, you don't know. We can serve as soldiers. In our Xiaoyao Country, we have an iron rice bowl, five taels of silver a month, and various allowances during the holidays. If we die on the battlefield, we will be paid according to military industry standards." Forget it, the family members can have at least fifty taels of silver condolence money!"

"Of course, it would be better if you don't die. After you get old, you still have a pension every month. You don't do anything. You get a few taels of silver every month. There are subsidies for seeing a doctor. It's much older if you keep it in the bank for a year." Interest, my biggest dream is to buy a villa for my son next to the Empress's Mansion, or next to Qinghe University, and my life will be fulfilled."

Zeng Sanshui couldn't understand many words.

He can still barely understand the iron rice bowl, what the hell are the allowances, pensions, subsidies, banks, and villas.

After reacting for a long time, seeing that the soldier was only sixteen or seventeen years old, Zeng Sanshui was puzzled, "You have a son now?"

The soldier chuckled, "The empress said that people should have ideals and hopes in life. I don't have them now, but I will definitely have them in the future." He couldn't help showing off to Zeng Sanshui, "I've saved a lot of money now."

Zeng Sanshui's one-month salary of fifty taels of silver was earned by following Emperor Ling Hui through life and death.

The monthly money for a small soldier in Xiaoyao Kingdom is five taels, which is really a lot of money.

If he was young, he would have wanted to come to Xiaoyao Kingdom to serve as a soldier.

The safety factor is high, the money is given more, the food is good, and the sleep is good.

The more he thought about it, the food in Zeng Sanshui's mouth was not tasty.

Where is this a soldier!

This is clearly an offering from the ancestors.

Zeng Sanshui ate with a complicated mood, his belly was swollen, and he hiccupped several times in a row.

The fruits, milk and snacks on the table have not started to move yet.

Zeng Sanshui thought to himself, he came as a guest, so he should be fine if there is a little leftover.

Turning around, the soldier in charge of the canteen management came to the table next to them and said to Bai Bashui and the others, "Do you want to pack if you can't finish eating?"

With a small stomach in Baijishui, after eating a little, he couldn't eat anymore.

On this table, there were all kinds of meals, much more than what Zeng Sanshui had.

There are some that she likes very much, but she really can't eat them.

Bai Yushui immediately said: "Okay, pack it carefully for my side concubine."

As soon as she finished speaking, the soldier took out a notebook, a plastic bag and a weighing pan, and carefully weighed the weight.

Zeng Sanshui suddenly had a bad feeling, and hurriedly asked Xiao Bing, "What are they doing? Why do they use those strange things for packing?"

Xiaobing said, "Didn't you remind the general just now? If we can't finish eating, we will be fined to run away. If you can't finish eating, if you pack it, you will be charged according to the market price."

Zeng Sanshui was completely stupefied, "When did you say that?"

Xiaobing rubbed his head, "Didn't I say it?" He wasn't sure if he had said it. When he was a little guilty, he saw the writing on the wall and immediately said excitedly: "General, didn't you look at the writing on the wall? The posters posted? It’s shameful to waste them, and you’ll be charged as a package!”

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