BDSMST -Chapter 147 The Playboy Assistant’s “Hands-On Teaching Method”

Just as Leo sat on the field ridge, questioning his life choices, a few young men, equally covered in dirt, came over laughing and joking. At the front was his morning “teacher,” Li Er.

“Hey, foreigner, still holding up?” another young man with a faint scar across his cheek asked Li Er, pointing to Leo with his chin.

“I don’t think so,” Li Er replied, smirking. “This morning he uprooted three chili seedlings and two tomato plants. If Madam Gu knew, she’d skin him alive.”

These young men were the same spoiled nobles that Gu Yan had “exiled” from the capital. After more than a year of “reform through labor,” they had shed much of their former arrogance and cruelty. Though still a bit cheeky, they now carried the steadiness that working the land instilled in a person.

Having once been just as inexperienced as Leo—clueless about farming—they understood exactly what he was going through.

“Don’t talk like that. Remember your first day with the hoe? You also uprooted Madam’s most prized cucumber!” a tall, skinny youth teased mercilessly.

“Shut your mouth!” Li Er laughed and cursed, then plopped down beside Leo.

He pulled a small porcelain jar from his pocket and tossed it to Leo.

“Here, rub this on. If you don’t treat those fresh blisters, you’re in for it this afternoon.”

Leo opened the jar and smelled a cool, medicinal scent. He looked at Li Er, then at the other youths gesturing and smirking at him. Though he couldn’t understand their words, he felt no malice.

Clumsily, he applied the salve to the blisters on his palms. A cool, tingling sensation jolted him awake.

“Th… thank you,” he said, using his newly acquired, awkward Mandarin.

“Hey, he can even say thank you!” the scar-faced youth laughed.

Lunch remained simple, but after a morning of exhausting labor, even the bland porridge and mantou seemed delicious to Leo. He even followed Li Er’s example, eating three large buns with pickles.

Afternoon work continued.

Having learned his lesson in the morning, Leo no longer overexerted himself. Li Er seemed to have found a better way to teach him: he stopped insisting that Leo immediately master the correct posture and instead used a more intuitive method.

He had Leo stand aside and watch carefully.

Li Er pointed at a weed, making a short sound: “Ci,” and then expertly dug it out with the hoe. Then he pointed at a corn seedling, making a long sound: “Yu,” carefully patting the soil around it.

“Ci!” he said, pointing at the weed.
“Yu!” he said, pointing at the corn.

He repeated this over and over, as if teaching a babbling infant.

Leo, quick to learn, understood immediately. Ci meant bad, remove it. Yu meant good, protect it.

Then Li Er handed him the hoe.

Leo took a deep breath and stepped into the field. He spotted a weed and muttered, “Ci!” carefully swinging the hoe to remove it. Though still clumsy, this time he didn’t harm the nearby seedlings.

He saw a corn seedling and whispered, “Yu!” Then, crouching, he adjusted it upright with his hands, just like Li Er.

“Hey! That’s right!” Li Er slapped his thigh in delight.

The other young nobles gathered around, shouting and demonstrating their own “crash course” teaching method.

One picked up a sickle, miming a harvest: “Shou!”
Another picked up a watering pail, miming watering: “Jiao!”
Someone else pointed at the sun: “Ri!” and at the soil: “Tu!”

They broke complex farming tasks into simple syllables and actions. The method was rough, direct, even comical—but for Leo, it was incredibly effective.

He absorbed everything like a sponge. His noble pride was replaced by the thirst for knowledge. He realized that these “mud-legged” farmers, once looked down upon, possessed a wisdom in the field he had never imagined.

The afternoon passed quickly in this strange, immersive teaching atmosphere.

By the end of work, Leo was still exhausted, barely able to straighten his back—but his mood had completely changed. Looking at the small patch of land he had cleared with his own hands, he felt an unprecedented sense of accomplishment.

This land had been cultivated bit by bit by him. The satisfaction surpassed winning a hundred duels in the training yard.

Li Er walked over, patted Leo’s mud-covered shoulder, and gave him a thumbs-up.

Leo understood the simple gesture.

He grinned, a muddy but radiant smile, knowing this was just the beginning. The coming year promised countless challenges—but it would also be immensely rewarding and fun.