Farming is a technical job. It may seem simple, but it is not easy to plant a piece of land well.

Chen Yuansheng and Li Bo talked for a long time, from soil to compost, from water conservancy to field management. Although Li Bo can't read a word, he knows these things very well.

Because the previous Chen Yuansheng was locked in the house every day to read and didn't care about this, he didn't have this kind of memory. Therefore, the current Chen Yuansheng has to understand these from the beginning.

It's not that the knowledge in the book is useless, but that you should fill your stomach before you use that knowledge.

People who starve to death have no other way to do anything else.

As for the soil, Lieber's method was to bring in other soil from other places and mix it with the red soil in the mountains.

Regarding fertilizer, the cottage has had a tradition of composting since its inception. Even if it is convenient for the people in the cottage, if they are not particularly urgent, they all go to the field.

Li Bo nodded his head, and Chen Yuansheng nodded frequently.

In the end, Chen Yuansheng gave the only suggestion, which was just to make a relatively large toilet and gather feces for unified fermentation. In this way, the utilization rate of manure is higher than that of directly pulling feces and urine in the field.

When it comes to water conservancy, it is difficult to solve. Chen Yuansheng had a picture of the terraced fields in his mind, but as soon as he said it, Li Bo said that it was unreliable.

The most obvious problem is the lack of water in the mountains. In this era, there was no electric pumping machine, and the water lifting tool with a similar effect was probably a water hose car.

However, not to mention that there are no reliable craftsmen in the cottage, even if there are reliable craftsmen, it is almost an impossible task to build a water hook that goes straight to the top of the mountain and runs perfectly.

There is no way now, it doesn't mean that there will be no way in the future, Chen Yuansheng listened to Li Bo's words and put the terrace plan aside.

Because, he thought, it seems that the premise of most of the terraces is that there are natural springs in the mountains. The hill where the cottage is located must have such favorable natural conditions. The mountain has long been gone.

Chen Yuansheng next, turned the cottage around. The task he set for himself today is to figure out what the people in the cottage are doing and what they are going to do. How to do it is the task of the next few days.

After finishing the things in the cottage first, the next step is to start inspecting the road to see where the road leads, where it needs to be repaired, and how much it costs.

It stands to reason that if you have a relatively mature small team, these things can be done in parallel, saving a lot of time.

It's a pity that where does Chen Yuansheng go to find so many people now, and the people in the cottage basically don't know how to read. To make them useful in these things, you must first teach them to write. Teaching the villagers to be able to read and write is even more difficult than building roads.

What can be done, after all, it is a step that cannot be saved. Could it be that in the end, all the management positions are still used by those who have studied poetry and books, or the family of officials for generations.

Don't be kidding, if you really do that, it is estimated that the life of the most ordinary farmers will not be easy.

Scholars and clerks will use language and knowledge to build a high wall and exploit those who can't climb the wall.

Less targeted, this is to take advantage of information asymmetry to obtain benefits.

Chen Yuansheng believes that there is no problem in obtaining a little benefit and making his life better. But if you take advantage of information asymmetry, let those who don't understand go bankrupt, and the family will be ruined.

Do you have to say, "You deserve it!" Who made you not understand? ”

The end of history is the beginning of a new journey to the wasteland...... This time it started in a small inn......

It seems that in every big city, there are some strange shops. Tucked away in the corners of the city, they are not easy to spot, but they are real.

Coincidentally, Liu Ziru happened to inherit one such shop. It's in a cramped alley in the old town, and the style of the store looks a bit like the so-called "Fallout" series.

But Liu Ziru is sure that when he was a child, before the first installment of the "Fallout" series was launched, it was already like this.

Sunday, October 30th.

His first special day after taking over the shop.

As is customary, every Sunday there are some strange customers in the store. Whether they are dressed gorgeously or down-and-out, they all have a common characteristic, that is, they are dusty.

If it is not strange to be in the dust, then there is another strange place, that is, they don't give money for food, not a penny.

If you ask them what to give, Liu Ziru can answer you seriously, and they give bottle caps.

That's right, it's the bottle cap. Ever since Liu Ziru played "Fallout", he felt that it was very "Fallout".

Is that weird enough?

No, there is even more strange thing, that is, the store actually collects bottle caps, even if these bottle caps are useless.

The new official took office three times, even if Liu Ziru was not short of money, he felt that he should make some changes.

From today onwards, the store will no longer accept bottle caps, only cash, and only RMB. If there is no RMB, then barter according to the principle of equivalent exchange. How much food to eat, how much to exchange for.

As for the guests who still want to use the damn bottle cap, they can also use the bottle cap, and the trouble is calculated by the pound, according to the price of scrap iron.

He really hates these bottle caps, he doesn't say anything, he doesn't throw them away, they are all piled up at home. It can be said that Liu Ziru grew up from the pile of bottle caps.

"Jingle Bell~"

The door opened, the bell hanging at the door rang, Liu Ziru put away his hideous expression, took out the menu, and waited for the guests to order.

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In the wasteland, the wind howls and rolls up the dust, and a young explorer and naturalist, the red-haired Christina, is like a lonely boat in a storm.

She is only 16 years old this year, and she has already traveled all over the New California Republic.

The day after completing this achievement, she was ready for a new journey. Explore the wider world beyond the New California Republic. Search for the unknown treasures in the unknown land.

Today, twenty-three days after her departure, the borders of the New California Republic have long since disappeared from the horizon behind her.

She encounters many dangers along the way, and after avoiding the Brotherhood, Death Catch, Mutant Scorpion, and Heavy Radiation, she finally encounters an unsolvable dilemma.

She gets lost in a sudden sandstorm full of radiation, and if she can't find a place to stay in a short time, she'll die from an overdose of radiation.

"I'm still young, I don't want to die!" Christina gritted her teeth, the hope of survival sustaining her.

She couldn't even get out of a straight line in the wind, and the sand in the wind was like a sharp blade, cutting through her face. Just as she was about to run out of energy, she saw a door.

With all her might, she crawled close to the door and got in.

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Liu Ziru, who had just finished serving food to the guests, passed by the door and saw a lump of things crawling in.

Judging by the shape, this is a person, and since this time to enter the door, it is a guest.

"Welcome."

Old Age slang? Cristina, the young, embarrassed, explorer-naturalist quickly judged, and she looked up to see what it was, speaking a language that should have long since become the dust of history.

However, when she looked up, she was stunned.

Instead of seeing an old man with a wrinkled face, or a zombie with dead skin, she saw a young man with clean skin.

"This ...... Where is this? Christina asked, tilting her head.

"This is the cafeteria, you can also call it the radiant canteen. My name is Liu Ziru and I am the boss here. What would you like to eat, this guest? ”

Liu Ziru said very programmatically.

"The cafeteria?" Christina got up from the ground and shook her head, this looked like a canteen, she hadn't seen what the canteen looked like, the cafeteria was just leaking on all sides, and the food was just some green sheds. Judging by all aspects, this is not a canteen at all, this is clearly a high-end restaurant!

"This is the menu, what would you like to order?" Liu Ziru asked as he handed out the menu.

Christina took the menu in a daze, her tongue touching her chapped lips, "Well, can you have a glass of water first?" ”

"Yes." Liu Ziru replied.

A few seconds later, he brought over a glass of water with a Band-Aid next to it.

"What is this?" Christina asked.

"Band-aid, you have a wound on your face, it's better to put this on faster."

"How much?"

"Band-aids don't cost money."

"How much is the water?"

"Water doesn't cost money."

"Water doesn't cost money?" Christina confirmed in disbelief.

"No money." Liu Ziru affirmed, and after waiting for a while to see that the guests in front of him were silent, he said, "You look at the menu first, order the dishes and call me." ”

After he finished speaking, he went to work.

Although there are not many customers in the store, Liu Ziru is still busy.

Because, he is the only one in the store, whether it is ordering or cooking, or serving and washing dishes.

After all, it is not cost-effective to recruit another person for such a small shop. It's not easy to live in a big place, and a waiter in this city dares to ask for a salary of 10,000 yuan when he opens his mouth, can you believe it?

Of course, Liu Ziru is not incomprehensible, it is not easy to live in a big house, renting a decent house in this city has to be thousands larger, and the salary of 10,000 yuan is not much, it is really not much.

However, understanding is understanding, and hiring someone is still forgotten.

As for part-time workers, part-time college students? Forget it, it's almost time to train a newcomer, people don't think it's fun to pick a pick, you say it's a loss.

So, in the end, he was the only one running before and after.

Knowing how precious pure water without radiation is, Cristina holds the cup in both hands, sticks out her pink tongue like a little milk cat, and licks the water in the cup.

She didn't put the band-aid on her face and carefully tucked it into her coat pocket. This small injury is not worth using such precious medical supplies at all, and it will be used when it is more needed.

After a while, a glass of water was enough for her to lick it clean.

Her big round eyes looked curiously at the interior of the room. Always be curious, that's the basic rule of a naturalist.

At first glance, the interior of the house was nothing special, but the more Christina looked at it, the more surprised she became.

Especially the TV hanging on the wall, it's just amazing, how can it be made so thin?

Where is this place, where is the technological strength so strong?

Just when she was puzzled, Liu Ziru handed her the remote control that she had watched for more than ten years, and at the same time put a bowl of soup on the table.

"I don't need money for this." Liu Ziru said.

Hearing that she didn't want money, Christina felt that the guy in front of her, who spoke an obscure old-time dialect, had become cute.

"What kind of soup is this?" She asked.

"Seaweed egg drop soup." Liu Ziru said.

Christina knows what seaweed is, but the radiation in the sea is not low, and of course the seaweed can't be eaten.

She carefully checked the radiation in the soup, and the radiation did not exceed the standard, so she used a spoon to hold the soup with confidence.

She put the spoon in her mouth, slightly cloudy of the soup in her mouth.

In an instant, the whole world bloomed!

Delicious!

Cristina couldn't find any other words to describe it than those two words.

In fact, she didn't speak, and drank the whole bowl of seaweed egg drop soup.

She raised her head and lifted the bowl, waited for the last drop of soup to drip into her mouth, and then used a spoon to eat all the seaweed at the bottom of the bowl.

Looking at the empty bottom of the bowl, she was even wondering if to lick it and lick it clean.

Liu Ziru glanced at Christina's appearance and shook his head and smiled, "It's really economical." Shaking his head, he tossed the used can into the trash.

"Poof!"

The sound was not small, and the old floor seemed to tremble.

The rays of the setting sun slanted into the store, and the dust between the cracks in the floor poured out and scattered, like a group of panicked elves roaming the air, disorderly, chaotic, but full of beauty.

Liu Ziru lowered his head and found that Christina, who was about to lick the bowl just now, was at his feet again. He asked, in a language Christina could understand, "You like flooring so much?" ”

Christina didn't pay attention to what Liu Ziru said, her focus was not here, her hands held the cans that Liu Ziru had just thrown high, as sacred as holding a torch.

"Waste!" Christina tilted her head and glared at Liu Ziru and said.

The wasteland visitors in the store had obviously noticed this scene, and they all turned their heads to look this way, but they didn't mean to bother.

Recently, the uncle wearing a western cowboy hat, with his arm propped on the table and shaking a wine glass with one hand, looked like the protagonist of a western movie. It's a pity that this is not a tavern, this is not in Greater America, and the wine in the glass is not whiskey, but Red Star Erguotou.

Liu Ziru continued to shake his head, it was not the first time he had seen a new wasteland visitor, but it was only this one on the ground in front of him who had such exaggerated movements.

In the past, newcomers who came in from outside the door would feel wasted when they saw the behavior in the store. However, no one intervened to stop it. Because, compared to not wasting waves, it is more important to ensure your own safety before you have figured out the situation.

"You want this can? Good for you. Liu Ziru took a few steps back and continued to get busy.

Christina got up from the ground, not bothering to pat the dust off her body. He took out something similar to a carving knife from his backpack and turned a can into two discs and a regular rectangular piece of metal in three clicks.

The surrounding wasteland is not strange, and so is Liu Ziru. For wastelanders, this is just a basic skill that must be mastered.

In that world full of radiation, it cannot be said that there is a lack of resources, but there is only a stock of industrial products, and there is little increase. The less you use it, the more precious it becomes. What is often considered rubbish in the eyes of modern people is a valuable material for them.

After Christina disassembled, she instantly felt a sense of fear. She suddenly remembered that she didn't know where this place was, how could she be so impulsive.

Is this a refuge with no shortage of refills?

Forced to calm down, Christina once again carefully observed every corner of the store with questions.

Observe and observe, except for the shocking screen, the richer resources, there seems to be nothing abnormal.

It wasn't until Liu Ziru's mobile phone screen lit up on the table that she noticed a new abnormality.

"A piece of glass that will shine?" This was Christina's first reaction, and her thoughts changed again when she saw Liu Ziru click on the screen and the text on it changed accordingly. She felt that the thing in Liu Ziru's hand was a beep boy.

A far more advanced handheld personal digital device than the Pip-Boy 3000 she had ever seen.

She could understand the TV hanging on the wall, after all, she had seen a lot of computers all over the room. In her opinion, the TV screen is just a terminal, and its computing equipment should be in the wall where it hangs.

But portable personal digital devices, she can't understand.

Integrating the power of a mainframe into a small device is simply superb.

Is this a Pip-Boy 4000? Or 5000? Where the hell is this? Instead of finding an answer, Christina became more confused.

"Hello? Oh...... Got it. Liu Ziru hung up the phone.

Christina watched Liu Ziru's every move, it seemed that he was talking to someone else, and what he said seemed to be ciphertext, and he couldn't understand a word.

Is there going to be a battle?

In an instant, Christina's brain made up countless images.

The radioactive dust storm outside the store had just passed, and vultures tied to the repeaters hovered high in the air, keeping the communication open.

Scouts lurk around the corner, keeping an eye on the enemy's every move.

War is on the verge of breaking out......

As Christina tries to start deducing the situation on the battlefield, the sound of a plate falling on the table pulls her back to reality.

She looked at the golden fried rice in front of her, her mind was a little frozen, and she asked, "Why are you still cooking and not ready to fight?" ”

"Fighting? What a fight, there is no fight here. Liu Ziru looked at the nervous Christina and sighed, "The environment shapes people."

Those who have adapted to the war years will not be able to live the peace years. People who grew up in peacetime cannot understand war.

Liu Ziru has heard many stories about the world over the door. However, even at the most naughty and naughty age, he didn't want to go to the door to play.

He has known since he was a child that there are two worlds over there and this side, and if he gets there, he won't survive for a single round.

Quietly pay attention, from Liu Ziru's eyes, Christina at this moment is not good-looking.

Rough skin, calloused hands, slightly muscular figure. There is no delicateness, slenderness and weakness that women should have.

Of course, this is just Liu Ziru's vision.

He thinks that Christina is not good-looking, it definitely does not mean that Christina is ugly, Christina's vigorous posture, no matter where she is, can not be called ugly in any case.

Moreover, Liu Ziru has always felt that there are no ugly people in this world, only people who are unwilling to take care of them. Those who look beautiful have nothing to envy, who knows how long she has to dress up every day behind the scenes.

"What is this?" Christina asked.

"Fried rice, fried rice with vegetables, ham and shredded meat. Your first time here and you don't know what to order, it's a staple of the day. Fried rice is not free, but you can drink as much soup as you like. When Liu Ziru served fried rice, he brought a bowl of seaweed egg drop soup by the way.

Liu Ziru admitted that his behavior just now was indeed a bit of a suspicion of forced buying and selling.

But this is something that cannot be helped, and it is inevitable in the Fallout cafeteria.

New visitors to the wasteland often don't know what to do. For them, just looking at the menu is useless, without a reference, without a comparison with the food they have eaten in the past, they simply do not know what they want.

So, on this day of the week, the Fallout Canteen has a special dish to serve up to the wastelanders when they're hesitant.

Christina looked at the fried rice on her plate and finally found a food she had eaten.

Ham, she had eaten a lot of canned ham, and even though they had passed their expiration date for more than two hundred years, they were still so delicious.

Thinking of the taste of seaweed egg drop soup just now, Christina put the fried rice into her mouth with some longing and expectation.

Plump, crystal-clear rice, chewy shredded pork, diced ham, and emerald green vegetables.

All kinds of flavors mix, rise, and send Christina to the clouds.

Without being moved to cry, without the smell of her mother, Christina fell to the ground for the third time and shouted, "Please teach me how to cook!" ”