Over time, buckets of manure were transported from the city to the villages, and then to the septic tanks that had just been repaired. But looking at the septic tank that is slowly filling up and the pool that is still working next to it, and then looking at the extra mound of soil next to it because of digging the pool, I am more and more worried. So much manure, even if all the farmland in this village uses manure, it is not used to play, and not to mention the old manure, the amount of excrement in a city is far more than the amount used in this village, after all, there is a lot of excrement every day, but the most used manure is the bottom fertilizer before sowing, and the top dressing used in the crop growth process is found to be not enough fertilizer, the bottom fertilizer is not counted, and no matter how the top dressing is used, it can not use the excretion of a city.

If this method can be proven to be effective, and the surrounding villages can use it together, this question will be a problem. But now don't talk about other villages, even the hearts of this village are trembling, don't look at them so active now, if they really want to use their own fields for experiments, most of the villagers are unwilling. So, the most important thing is how to prove that this method works? Hamlin scratched his head so hard that his hair was about to be ripped off. Is that how difficult it is to begin everything?

Hamlin, worried, walked along the ridges around the village, looked at the villagers working in the fields, and squatted down. Thinking about the field that the village had lent to him, the wheat had already begun to tassel. Both the leaves and the ears of wheat grow much better than the farmland next to them, and many villagers are greedy to see it. But whether there is a final harvest is not yet completely convincing. But now that field has nothing to do with him, Hamlin thought of this and smiled. After all, I don't have no way to make money now, and even I have more ideas to make money than the wheat in that field, not to mention anything else, let's just say that the maltose idea before, I used to be afraid that I was too small, and anyone could swallow it, but now I have my back to the church, even if I make maltose on a large scale, others can only dare not reach out. So Hamlin returned the field to the village, which then left the villagers who did not participate in the transport of manure to take care of it—as an initial reference, even better than their own fields.

Because Hamlin did not intervene in this field, except for the initial use of base fertilizer by Hamlin, the villagers' confidence in this field is as wild as the wheat in the field. At least the next step is to use manure in your own fields, and everyone will not be too resistant. This is good news, as the good harvest of wheat in this field increases the confidence of the villagers, and when the whole village has a good harvest, it can cause a shock to the whole country.

So, the hardest part now is before the wheat harvest this time, isn't it?" thought Hamlin, standing up, patting the dust behind him, and preparing to go back and prepare dinner. The sun is almost reaching the horizon, and now I have cooked and eaten, trying to be able to lie down in bed before dark. The people of the lower classes of this world don't have any good entertainment, everyone is busy all day long for their livelihood, and they are tired enough to choke, and they don't think about how to play. It stands to reason that now that the wheat has been planted, and before the harvest arrives, it is the time of the farm, and in previous years, those who had access to the city would choose to work as handymen in the city, as long as they could earn back a day's food, but now most of them are extremely busy, and they are more tired than when the farm was busy. I don't know what to think, but a smile tuged at the corner of Hamlin's mouth: I'm afraid that the birth rate of newborns will drop a lot next year.

Shaking his head and shaking this nonsensical idea out of his head, Hamlin looked at the steamed black bread in the pot and the bacon next to it, and felt a little tasteless in his mouth. It's not that it's not delicious (although the taste is really not good), but eating this every day is unbearable, not to mention that this salted meat is specially brought by the village chief because of the current importance of Hamlin, and everyone usually doesn't even have to eat salted meat. As for vegetables, they are even more scarce, most of them are wild vegetables - after all, it is too late for good fields to be used for food. Growing vegetables has become the exclusive domain of dignitaries, and only these rich people who own fiefs or real estate can let their subjects grow all kinds of vegetables for their own pleasure, and the rich and large landowners will grow all kinds of flowers for the sake of decency.

Hamlin was naturally not in this privileged class, so he could only sigh as he looked at a few wild vegetables placed on the salted meat. When the brown bread is steamed, make a random opening in the soft black bread, stuff the wild vegetables and salted meat into it to make a sandwich, and then brew a cup of sugar water with maltose, and eat the salted meat and wild vegetables sandwich with the sugar water. Lying in bed, Hamlin came up with an idea: the wheat in this world can only be planted for one season, and the vacated fields are too short to grow because the season is in the hottest summer of the year and the beginning of autumn. But there's one thing that can be harvested in this short gap: peas. Not the pea beans, but the pea tips that grow from peas. This is the tip of the pea that grows and is not only delicious, but also grows quickly and can be harvested several times at a time of sowing. After harvesting, the pea tips are left in the field and wait for the cold of winter to freeze them to death, and they are buried in the soil as green manure when the soil is loosened and fertilized the next year.

Now the problem is that there are no seeds, Hamlin sighed, and sure enough, it is still very troublesome. Tomorrow we will go to the market to see if there are any good seeds, and if there are suitable vegetable seeds, buy some back. Thinking like this, Hamlin paid attention and fell asleep.

In the newly built church, Father Harpy was very concerned about the growth of Hamlin's fields, and every day he would report his sights and hearings to the gods during prayers. Although he knew that what he saw and heard was already known to the gods, he would still do it for the sake of his own peace of mind. After the prayer was completed, the old priest Harpy no longer had the initial worries and went to sleep, because he saw that the wheat in Hamlin's field was growing well.

As the wheat grew well, and Hamlin and Old Father Harpy were able to sleep sweetly, some could not. For example, Bitasso and Genesys, for example, the Blue Court in the royal city, for example, for example, the high-ranking people of the neighboring kingdom of Sochenia. Unbeknownst to Hamlin, his file was already on Sochenia's desk, and it grew thicker with the passage of time. These records are even detailed to the extent of how many wheat seeds he bought and how many maltose he sold, and this thickening rate gradually accelerated as the wheat grew.

"Oh, interesting. After reading this file carefully, the prime minister of Sochenia brought an inexplicable smile on the corner of his mouth: "Wait, see the harvest of this quarter." Doesn't it mean that his wheat is already tasseled and almost ripe? I have to say, this person is also interesting, sugar making, leather making, and now I have to add an agronomy. It's been a long time since I've seen such an interesting person. ”