Chapter VIII Fertile Field Plan

The next day, Wei Xu, who looked weak, appeared in front of Robben, and he didn't sleep all night. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Old Robben, now I have a way to make your field have a good harvest," Wei Xu's words revealed a bit of excitement.

Old Robben's eyes flashed with surprise, but he quickly calmed down, "Xu, don't make fun of me, I know that you have always thought about us, but this kind of thing ...... Zenissa (the god of labor and commerce in The Elder Scrolls) won't necessarily do it, let alone you? ”

"Oops, shall we give it a try!" Wei Xu simply played a scoundrel: "If you don't give it a try, how do you know if it's okay?" ”

Wei Xu thought about it all night last night, and suddenly he found that since he came here, he had abandoned all the things he had learned on the earth before, maybe it was because this world of sword and magic had too much impact on Wei Xu, making him not believe in science. After thinking about it all night last night, he felt that he was a little dead and, although there are more magic and other things in this world, but the human body structure doesn't seem to have changed much, and it doesn't matter if you pick a head on your shoulder, and your head will die if you fall off. A wolf's belly is not broken, but the heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys are neither more nor less.

Wei Xu, who figured this out, quickly became active in his thoughts, if he could succeed in the place of Daojian Ridge, he didn't mind making a territory for himself to be a lord or something, and it was quite a sense of accomplishment to protect the party.

The Knife Tip Ridge is a stone mountain, and only the tenacious weeds grow around the Knife Tip Mountain tribe fortress. If you want to do something on the top of the mountain, you can only burn the weeds one by one, but unfortunately this method has to burn at least four or five stubbles to fertilize the land, which is too long for Wei Xu.

There is no way to go to the top of the mountain, but at the foot of the mountain is a small pond, which is also the place where the residents of the mountain get water. The water in the pond comes from the snow-capped mountains that are covered with snow all year round dozens of miles away, and the melted snow water gathers into a small river and stores it in the pond. So Wei Xu made a bold decision - to build a field.

Dig up the silt in the small pond and spread a field by yourself, and then spread it around the fortress piece by piece, Wei Xu felt that the small pond was a little overhanging to spread around, but this method was quick, first build a piece and then have results, naturally someone will follow, first solve the problem of eating, and then slowly expand outward. There is still a mess of manure in the middle, and I don't believe that this land can't be fertilized.

Robben looked at Wei Xu as if he was lying to him, so he agreed to give it a try for the time being. After listening to Wei Xu's plan, Robben was a little dumbfounded, and said in his heart that he deserves to be a priest, this brain is the light, and the soil under the pond must be very fat, as long as you get them up, isn't it? However, it was the first time that Robben heard of such a thing as building a unified place for the tribe to defecate, and then burying the feces in the soil for dozens of days and then digging it out to make fertilizer, but thinking about Wei Xu's brain, he gave the order with the idea of giving it a try for the time being.

In the afternoon of the same day, not far from the tribal fortress, half a football field was enclosed, and the weeds inside were lost by a fire, and adults and children gathered around to watch the excitement. Every 10 meters around the fire, there were people patrolling the fire and jumping out with fire stars to start a fire that roasted the group of them.

It was all weeds growing in the cracks of the stones, and it didn't take a few minutes to burn and be gone. Then I saw people other than the guards carrying shovels and big trousers to the pond at the bottom of the mountain, and the four horse-drawn carriages of the tribe were temporarily removed from the carports and used as mud carts.

The only thing Wei Xu didn't dare to know was how deep it needed to be enough, but thinking that those potted plants on the earth were only a dozen centimeters of soil, let's directly double it, and see if he was enough for thirty centimeters deep.

Not to mention the category of people in the sky, it is a good body, I heard that this is to make a field for yourself, one by one full of energy, scraping the bottom of the small pond at the foot of the mountain hard, and the sun has not yet set, and all the work has been completed.

Looking at the large half acre of swarthy land in front of him, it became a stark contrast to the bare stones next to him.

Robben's mother, the eldest in the village, saw this land and patted her son on the shoulder excitedly: "Robben, go get something, let's farm!" Go, go, go! ”

Luo Ben answered, ran to a warehouse, pulled out the plough that had long been abandoned and was about to rot, and directly moved out all the wheat from the previous days.

That night, there were two more wooden buildings in the tribe, one in the southernmost and the other in the northernmost, saying that all the urine and feces would be solved there in the future, the south side was for men and the north side was for women. The leader called it thatched house, and everyone also learned to call it thatched house.

…… Ten days later.

On a sunny day, Wei Xu got up and saw that the old woman was directing a group of women to sprinkle soil into the field with shovels...... The men thought it was too smelly, so they gave the dirty and tiring work to the women. Who made the earth ours, said the men.

Wei Xu's experimental field was a little smaller, and it was also surrounded by wooden planks, because the top of the mountain was clean and slippery, just such a piece of land, a few days ago, if it wasn't for Wei Xu's early consciousness, this land would have been swept down a long time ago.

Ten days later, Wei Xu's injury has long been healed, but he suddenly wanted to stay to see if his piece of land would blossom and bear fruit, according to Robben's mother, the old woman said, plants are very long, she saw medium land when she was young, one acre of land is harvested every three months, and the wheat harvested is enough for more than 20 people to eat for three full months. Wei Xu also felt that his fish pond land should belong to the top goods, and he estimated that he could collect it once every two months, so he finally decided to stay for a few days.

…… Another ten days passed.

On the second day of the last fertilization, the shoots grew, and the excited Robben's mother walked around the ground and watched for a morning, and was finally dragged back by Robben. And now, Mai Miao'er has grown to the bottom of Wei Xu's calf. Wei Xu suddenly felt that he might be able to grow a stubble in more than forty days, what kind of speed is this!!

The residents gradually became familiar with the existence of the thatched huts, and knew that their poop was still of such good use, and one by one they finally did not need Robben to send people to patrol the surroundings to prohibit open defecation.

Next to the original field, after the sprouts appeared, Robben ordered two plots of land about the size of the test field, used up all the wheat, and planted the ground.

Everyone looked at Wei Xu's eyes with even more reverence, and he even heard the people below him say that he was an apostle of Zenissa many times. was inexplicably pressed with such a name, Wei Xu was particularly unhappy. After all, he is a five-good young man from the twenty-first century, although there are indeed gods in this world, but in Wei Xu's opinion, he is just a powerful person, so he has never held any reverence for God. Say he's an apostle of Zenysa? Just kidding, Zenissa can't even do it. That's the power of science...... It seems that science is still somewhat useful here~

The peaceful days passed with their fingers crossed, and finally on the forty-second day of planting the wheat, the experimental field turned into a golden ......