Of course, Wang Xika knows that he is not a "god of agriculture" at all, and there are still many things that can be improved in agriculture, such as drip irrigation technology and harvester harvesting technology, but those technologies cannot be done by himself in a short period of time. For now, pesticides and fertilizers are enough to free the villagers from their land.

If you solve the problem of eating, then you can have proper entertainment. Wang Xijia relied on his high prestige to form the Shanghekou basketball team and football team, and also found a tailor to customize a set of jerseys and pants. Although the villagers didn't know what the use of Wang Xika was to engage in these bells and whistles, out of trust in Wang Xika, they still put on their jerseys and practiced football.

If you bring this self-formed team to the modern era, as long as Asen and Lang Naduo don't have any major injuries, it should be no problem to win the World Cup, right? Whenever he thinks of this, Wang Xika can't help but feel annoyed that he can't travel back in this era. He asked a little carpenter to make two trophies, one called the Hercules Cup and the other called the Remet Cup, and created a bunch of "SBA" (Shanghekou Basketball) championship rings, and caressed the trophies with the rings every day to think about the future: If I can't wear them back, what will the future archaeologists think when they find these rings and these trophies? Will they write a paper to prove that the genius who first collected the World Cup trophies and basketball championship rings in the world is my Wang Xijia?

Wang Xijia wanted to write down his deeds of crossing into Shanghekou Village and tell future generations, he asked Meng Jianniang to prepare a pen and paper for him, but Meng Jianniang couldn't understand it. Wang Xika had no choice but to say, "Bring me something to write." ”

When Meng Jianniang handed the writing things to Wang Xika, Wang Xika was a little incomprehensible. Meng Jianniang was holding a turtle shell, two cow shoulder blades, and a small carving knife.

"What is this? I told you to take the writing, which was paper and pen. ”

"What is pen and paper? We all use this to write. ”

"Don't tease me, write two words for me. ”

Meng Jianniang took a carving knife and carved it on the turtle shell, and was stunned to see the "word" written by Meng Jianniang, Wang Xijia. These characters are no different from children's scribbles on the ground, and they are probably the earliest hieroglyphs.

In this era, not to mention paper and pen, not even bamboo slips have been invented. In this way, it is now at least before the Zhou Dynasty, it may be the Shang Dynasty, it may be the Xia Dynasty, and it may even be the era of the Three Emperors and Five Emperors.

Wang Xika was not interested in archaeology, he took the turtle shell and carved a few lines of simplified Chinese characters with a knife: "My name is Wang Xika, I am from 2060 AD, I am the world football and basketball champion!"

"What are you writing? Can you write? I can't read a word. Meng Jianniang, who was staring at Wang Xijia writing on the side, asked curiously.

"I'm writing simplified Chinese characters, a very advanced script, I'll teach you when I have time. Wang Xika replied while carving a dozen turtle shells with a small carving knife.

Because Wang Xijia often does some strange things, Meng Jianniang has long been surprised - anyway, this Director Wang has been weird since he "recovered", as long as he can make money, he likes to do whatever he likes.

Wang Xijia buried the written tortoise shell, championship ring, Hercules trophy and other places in various places in the village, and also divided a few copies for Lang Naduo to "take to a distant place" and bury them. He is ready to give future archaeologists "a surprise" to Captain Jin or something.

In the process of burying these souvenirs, an idea suddenly popped up in Wang Xijia's mind: if he traveled back to modern times now, and then found the treasure he buried when he crossed over, it would be fun, right?

Wang Xika was excited by his own thoughts, but he couldn't figure out where his current position was on the earth, and if he traveled back, how would he find out where he had buried evidence before he crossed over? In this era, there was definitely no GPS positioning system, but maybe there would be a map.

"Jiao Niang, do we have a map here?" asked Wang Xijia

"What is a map, a picture on the ground, what you like to draw, I won't stop you," Meng Jianniang replied.

Maybe you should draw a map yourself, Wang Xika thought. But now there are no drones to take pictures, and there are no measuring equipment, how to determine the location and draw a map? And most importantly, there is no paper and pen, even if you survey the map yourself, where should you draw it? Then let's make the paper first.

Speaking of papermaking, Wang Xijia has long known that this thing is made of tree bark, fishing nets and other things. But the specific process is not very clear, probably boiling these things containing plant fibers into a paste, and then spreading them out, and when they are dry, they become paper. After Wang Xijia tried it a few times, he found that the "paper" he made was troublesome and not easy to preserve, so he gave up. He asked Lang Naduo for a piece of white lambskin, although it was not "parchment" in the true sense, but this sheepskin could still be used for writing after tanning. Wang Xika decided to use this sheepskin to draw a map, and instead of a pen, he used charcoal instead.

He drew from memory the location of his village, the location of the river, and the location of the mountain he climbed with Peng Lianhu, and then it was gone. He hadn't been to any further places, and he couldn't tell where he was on the planet just by the places he had been. Wang Xijia decided to go to Lang Naduo to supplement the map, Lang Naduo has been to many places every day to herd sheep, and judging from his appearance, he himself came from afar.

When he found Lang Nado, he was in a state of transformation and playing with a lamb. Seeing Wang Xijia coming, Lang Naduo wagged his tail and flew over, looking like a husky that had fled into the arms of his master. If it weren't for the lack of ham sausages, Wang Xijia would have wanted to feed this werewolf with something delicious.

The two frolicked like real dogs and masters for a long time, Wang Xika also scratched the wolf's belly, Lang Naduo then turned back and asked: "What are you looking for me? Playing football or playing ball, have you made up enough? I haven't eaten enough sheep!"

"I'll play football another day, I'm here to ask you something, the last time I met you in the mountains, you said you came from afar and wanted to find a vampire?"

"Yes, I chased the smell all the way, and then I met you, and I forgot about it when my life was stable. Lang Nado said and scratched his head.

"Leave your vampire alone and I'll take you another day. Today I want to draw a map, can you draw the way you came?" Wang Xika said as he handed Lang Naduo the sheepskin map he had drawn and a piece of charcoal.

"What are you drawing? I can't even read it, so I'll show you." Lang Naduo looked at the surrounding topographic map drawn by Wang Xika from memory and said.

Wang Xika, who got Lang Naduo's drawing, was stunned. I saw that Lang Naduo used children's painting techniques to draw many wolves, cows, deer and other animals. Of course, there are also people, all kinds of people with spears attacking these animals, as if they are hunting. There are also people who have two horns painted on their heads, and their mouths are still dripping with blood, presumably vampires. In Lang Nado's world, it seems that there are only these things, and the whole world is like a square chessboard, carried by a giant turtle.

The artistic value of the whole map is quite high, no less than any primitive murals found by humans, but the reference value as a map is relatively low. Wang Xika took this picture and thought that if he returned to modern times, it would definitely sell for a lot of money. It's a pity that I can't go back now, so I can only collect it as a children's painting.

Wang Xika looked at it for a moment, and suddenly asked Lang Naduo: "Do you have time recently?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"I want to go and see this big turtle, would you like to come with me?" Wang Xika asked, pointing to the giant turtle that was carrying the whole world.