"Don't look at the huge size, fierce appearance, in fact, it is a docile herbivore, the main component of feces is plant fiber, not smelly or dirty, after being exposed to the sun and drying, it can be used as fuel for cooking rice, like natural smokeless peat, it is very popular with rural housewives, and the dispatch room, ticket office and ticket hall near the station also love to use this large piece of dung cake to burn the fire for warmth." Roland said to Lyudmila.

"No wonder those kids were wandering around the railroad with wicker baskets on their backs, and it turned out that they were collecting Lothmon's dung cakes." The female ranger suddenly realized.

Roland nodded with a smile: "The children can take the collected dung cake home and give it to their mother as fuel for heating and cooking, but I guess they prefer to send their harvest to the old man who guards the warehouse on the platform, one dung cake can be sold for a copper thaler, this is a rare opportunity for country children to earn pocket money." ”

In autumn, the bright sun paints the jungle and wilderness with a bright and rich oil paint. Four parallel railroad tracks lead deep into the jungle, and four giant beasts rumble past the train, and behind them the rails seem to stretch all the way to the end of the horizon, and groups of children carry wicker baskets on their backs to pick up dried dung cakes on the roadside...... Roland, Lyudmila, Tonya and all the passengers on the train are not only admirers of the picturesque scenery, but also present themselves in the painting, adding a few smart lines to this long picture scroll showing the local customs along the railway.

When the clock clock reached noon, the conductor blew the horn again, informing him that he was about to arrive at the second intermediate station of the train, "Wufeng Township".

Nestled in a basin surrounded by jungle, the "Windless Township" is almost windless all year round due to the topography, and has slightly fewer local residents than Populus euphratica Village, and is also a community of dwarfs and humans. In addition to the two narrow wheat fields along the stream, Wufeng Township is also planted with fruit trees, and the local apple brandy is famous.

The train will stop for 20 minutes in Windless Township, which happens to be lunchtime. In order to save capacity, there is no on-board restaurant on the train, and most long-distance passengers will prepare their own dry food for lunch. Vendors can be seen everywhere on the platform, shouting and selling food.

Lyudmila got out of the car and bought cheese, bread, pickled cucumbers, sausages and a bag of yellow pears and returned to share this hearty lunch with her companions.

Tonya picked up a pear and observed it for a while, and asked Lyudmila with a smile: "How much does this pear cost?" ”

"A dwarf vendor peddled it, it is said to be a local specialty, sweet and sour is delicious, a pear costs only three copper talers, very cheap!" Lyudmila picked up a pear and wiped it twice with a handkerchief, intending to taste it.

"Autumn pears are indeed a specialty of the Windless Country, as for the taste......" Tonya deliberately dragged out her voice and let Lyudmila taste it herself.

"It's really sweet and sour, it's delicious!" The female ranger took two bites, "Hmm...... Why does it get sour the more you chew......"

Lyudmila held on and took two more bites, and finally her teeth were so sour that she was weak and unable to fight again, and she also made a fair evaluation seriously: "This kind of autumn pear...... In fact, it is more suitable for making fruit vinegar. ”

"You're right, 'autumn pear vinegar' is one of the famous products of Wufeng Township, and the locals not only use pears to make vinegar, but also use it to squeeze juice and boil sugar." Tonya joked to her best friend with a smile, "Only outsiders like you would buy it and eat it directly as fruit." ”

"Well, I have to admit that I fell for the profiteers." Lyudmila was still in a good mood and decided to take the remaining autumn pears back to Krasbourg to make pear paste candy, Tonya was happy to provide technical support for this, and Roland said that he was looking forward to participating in the tasting party.

The train chased the hands of the pocket watch calmly, the sun gradually tilted to the west, and by three o'clock in the afternoon, the train was coming to an end, and the woodland in front of it gradually thinned out, and in its place was a large sea of wheat fields in the passenger's field of vision. Needless to say, this is the collective farm of the commune of the village of the valley.

The golden wheat fields were harvested as early as September, and the straw was packed and moved back to the commune to be used as common firewood for heating and cooking. Local farmers have a tradition of burning wheat stubble to ashes, killing pest eggs and weeds and storing nutrients for the next year's replanting. The villagers do not understand the chemical composition of plant ash, but the experience of their ancestors has long shown that it is a natural fertilizer that nourishes the fields.

"What is the wheat yield in the valley village this year?" Lyudmila asked Roland.

"The yield reported by the commune is 560 pounds, which can be ranked in the top 10 among the more than 100 pilot farms in the north." Roland said.

"Tonya, how does this yield compare to when you were in Valle Village?" Lyudmila turned her head and asked her best friend.

"During my years in Valle Village, the yield per mu was close to 600 pounds at the best of the year, and less than 500 pounds at the worst, which is about the same on average as it is now, but this is the first year that Bafra has been a resident druid, and the professional level is far inferior to mine, so it is really unexpected that I can take care of the farm so well." Tonya sighed.

"It's not all the credit of Bafra alone," Lyudmila still prefers her best friend, "as you just said, she lacks experience in the village and her professional level is not high, and the impact on the agricultural output of the valley village is certainly not as good as when you were the resident druid, and the reason why there is no significant decline in grain production is mainly because of the local agricultural reform." ”

Roland did not participate in the discussions between the two ladies, but on the basis of his experience in the countryside during the three months of inspection, he was more inclined to support Lyudmila's views. In the villages participating in the reform experiments, the scattered fields that used to belong to each household were merged into large farms, and the homesteaders who swept the snow in front of their homes were organized into collective communes, where hundreds or thousands of people cultivated in accordance with the plans drawn up by the communes, and at the same time carried out enterprise management of the farms in accordance with the incentive principle of distribution according to work.

The wheels rolled forward, leaving the wheat fields behind, and a large meadow appeared in front of them. Half-human-tall legumes are verdant, budding buds are connected together, undulating with the wind like purple waves, and the beauty is breathtaking.

The passengers on the train were attracted by the endless purple flower fields outside the window, and they crowded to the window to look out, and the fresh fragrance of flowers hit the face, making people feel relaxed and happy.

"What kind of flower is this, it's so beautiful!"

"It looks a lot like lavender."

"No, although lavender also has purple petals, the leaves are not like this, it looks more like sage......"