Rice lodging!

This means that the yield of rice will be reduced, the quality will be reduced, and in severe cases, the harvest may be lost in the fall.

It is related to the food lifeline of the whole village, and it is also related to the issue of raising the population ceiling, and Allen has to pay attention to it.

"How's the farmland going?"

This time, Alan ran all the way to the farmland outside the village, no longer maintaining the attitude of an unhurried leader.

Windsor, the deputy village chief in the back, did not have such good physical strength, and was slightly behind, and only the assassins could keep up with Allen's pace.

"Report to your lordship, I have taken your teachings to heart, and have ordered the slaves to go to the fields to dig ditches and drain them. Some villagers interfered with the work and tried to straighten the rice, but I stopped them and are now making trouble. ”

The foreman who supervised the slaves' work bowed his head and reported, obviously unable to suppress the anxious villagers, and wanted to ask Alan to come forward to the town.

This is a problem that is difficult for ancient farmers to solve, and the first moment the orcs with low IQ saw the rice lodging, they thought about straightening the rice quickly and bunching it into a handful to prevent it from falling again.

In fact, this practice is harmful and unhelpful, and it will destroy the natural distribution order of rice ears and leaves, aggravate mechanical damage, and make the yield reduction of rice fields more serious.

Fortunately, now the villagers' farmland is handed over to Allen to take care of, Allen has put all the slave resources into operation, and the management of farmland is naturally not the set of ancient farmers, but also in line with the current level of science and technology of reasonable farming methods.

The Assassin who was listening was confused as to why the rice lodging could not be corrected immediately.

"Why can't you straighten it?"

Ivan learned Assassin skills quickly, but when it came to agricultural science, he had a big head.

"I don't know, maybe that's why we're still weak, and Lord Eren has become a Master Assassin at a young age." The unawakened Assassins who traveled with him made a brainless worship sound.

No matter what Allen says, it makes sense to be unreasonable!

The Assassins nodded their heads at the same time.

After a while, Alan arrived at the scene and saw thirty freedmen shouting loudly, trying to rush into the rice field to straighten up, but were stopped by more than forty slaves.

Seeing that they were about to fight, the foreman who oversaw the slaves shouted: "Stop, Lord Allen is here!" ”

Lord Allen's four words were like a sea god needle, instantly shocking all the villagers who were angry and bloody, and the audience became very quiet.

The villagers changed their faces one after another, and when Alan took a breath to ease the burden of running, they pitifully begged Alan to administer justice: "Lord Alan, you see that these slaves don't know how to farm at all, let them straighten the rice, otherwise the rice will die." ”

The villagers of Datie Village had encountered heavy rainstorms before, and their first reaction after lodging was to straighten the rice.

Except for the landlord, each villager does not have much farmland, and the whole family can be straightened in half a day, so no villager knows that the rice will automatically warp in three to five days.

"Listen to me, the slaves are not farming blindly, they are using the most advanced farming methods in the royal city.

The rice will automatically adjust after lodging, so please give the rice some time and trust in the viability of the plant.

One more thing, please don't hinder the slaves from digging ditches and draining water, in case anyone gets sheath blight, the consequences will be very serious......"

Allen spent some time and used his top-notch educational effect to break down the aftermath of the rice lodging in detail, describing the scientific nature of the aftermath in the most simple language, trying to make every uncivilized old farmer understand the work of slaves.

Windsor hurried over, only half-listening.

For example, Allen said that it is necessary to have a planned fertilization, strictly control the number of irrigation times in the later stage, do not support lightly lodging rice, and apply more soil fertilizers with specific elements after rapid rescue of heavy lodging rice.

Hearing a series of aftermath plans, the local old farmers were all suppressed, although they didn't understand the principle, and they didn't understand what potassium was, but they felt that Allen was right, so they reluctantly believed it.

Windsor frowned, although she didn't know the principle very well, but she had heard the lodging policy on the Wang Cheng side, and it was indeed inappropriate to help her immediately after the lodging, but she had never heard of the other methods that Alan said.

In fact, Alan did it on purpose, and instead of believing in him, the country orcs were more willing to believe in the statement of "the latest technology in the royal city" than to believe in the noble young master's farming method 100%.

Alan then took the villagers to inspect the farmland, and found that the number of lodging paddy fields was not large, because before that, he had brought a series of secret recipes for soil fertilizer, including soil fertilizer to strengthen the stems.

After the heavy rain, most of the rice was in a light lodging state, and some fields were even completely upright.

They may be lodging-resistant varieties, and Allen secretly keeps an eye on the lodging-resistant farmland and waits for the autumn harvest to focus on seed selection.

The peasants who followed the inspection also gradually came back to their senses and found that the lodging situation was not serious, so they immediately raised their eyebrows and exchanged their heads.

"It rained so hard last night that even the house was flooded with half a foot of water, but I didn't expect the rice to bend only half a waist." The old farmer, who had been depressed, was no longer worried, and his tail was raised high, and he was very happy.

"This should be the effect of Lord Allen's soil and fertilizer secret recipe, and we should all be grateful to Village Chief Allen."

"Yes, look at how strong this rice grows, it looks like good rice."

The foreman, who supervised the work of the slaves, heard the admiration of a group of peasants, and the corners of his mouth curled, and he hummed:

"Lord Allen has recently invented a variety of soil fertilizer insecticides, and the effect is very good, and many pests have died in the rice fields."

When the old peasants heard these words, their eyes turned green and their breath was short.

In the beast world, insect plague has always been a lingering worry for every bitter cold farmer, and every time he farms, he will experience an insect plague attack, causing the originally high-yielding fields with good yields to become low-yielding fields.

There is also a batch of mushy rice plants that mature in January, the heading rate is not high, and it is more pleasing to insects than rice, and after experiencing the insect plague, it will either be reduced by half, or the harvest will be lost in the same month.

It can be said that fighting the insect plague every day has become a key project that farmers have to study with all their life's work.

If any peasant researches the secret recipe for effective insecticide, he will be loved by countless peasants, and his status will rise in a straight line, and he will even attract the summons of the city lord to announce his entry into the city, and from then on he will rise to the top and become a city man with a noble status.

And becoming a city man is also the desire of all country orcs.

"Lord Allen, please teach me the secret recipe of insecticide, I am willing to repay you with my life!"

"Lord Allen, you can't just teach slaves, we will have to rely on the farmland to eat when we are old and useless, please teach us free people ......"

The old peasants almost fell to their knees and asked one after another.

Alan knew the desire of these old farmers for the secret recipe of insecticidal soil, and sternly replied to everyone's expectations: "It's okay to tell you, but the orcs who should join the army still have to continue to join the army, don't think about going back to farming and exterminating insects, there are naturally slaves to do those things." ”

The orcs didn't care so much, and nodded frantically in agreement, "Okay, okay, thank you, Lord Allen." ”

"My family's field has finally been saved."

The old peasant orcs who came with them shed tears of joy.

Alan turned around and went to the gate of the village, recalling the insecticidal recipe he had researched when he was farming on the Terran plane, and casually named a few secret recipes for insecticidal soil that could be produced without chemical processes.

The peasants' eyes widened, their brains were running at full capacity, racking their brains, putting Allen's words in their heads, replaying them over and over again, their mouths kept whispering, tirelessly, for fear that they had missed the ingredients of a secret recipe.

On the way to the training ground of the military training school, there were more and more orcs.

Some people saw some old farmers nervous, reciting some names of herbs that are rarely used in ordinary times and many in the mountains, and they couldn't help but be confused.

What's wrong with these old farmers today, does Alan want everyone to recite all the names of herbs?

Tom, who had not yet reached the age of joining the army, shrunk his neck, he heard that today's military training added an assassin tutorial, could it be that this knowledge is needed to survive in the wild?

Well, I'm going to ask my father tonight, Tom frowned secretly.