When Zhang Junlin saw this group of simple generals, he was embarrassed to beat around the bush with them.

"Manure."

The two words that were concise and concise made Shi Lei and the others stunned on the spot.

"Manure? How? What fertilizer? Do we do this kind of thing in Xichu farming? I remember Xiao Li, your ancestors were born as farmers, and you will help with farming when you go home? ”

All the eyes of the Western Chu generals shifted to a young man of fifteen or sixteen.

I was very worried that Prince Zhang would not be able to do farm work and be deceived, so I came up with this method of "making fertilizer".

The boy thought about it for a while, and shook his head like a rattle.

"My father and my father have been planting for more than ten years, except for sowing, watering, weeding and harvesting, nothing else, by the way, ploughing!"

As for the manure...... He knew these two words.

But put together, he really didn't know what it had to do with farm work.

Shi Lei and the others, who swore just now that they could do all the farm work, showed shame on their faces.

"I still have to ask Your Highness, this is a manure...... What does that mean? How do we do things? ”

Waiting is for you to be ashamed to ask!

Under the curious gaze of everyone, Zhang Junlin took the hoe off the wall.

"First pick out the farm tools, twenty people use wooden forks to transport the weeds piled up in the field to the wasteland, and forty people take hoes to dig a shallow pit one foot thick in the wasteland, and dig as big as they can."

"After digging, dig up the nearby dirt and pile it up for backup."

The generals of Western Chu chose their favorite according to their preferences for farm tools.

Shi Lei had been dealing with weeds for a day, and when he smelled the smell, he wanted to vomit, and he didn't want to go to the wasteland to smell the dung.

Just wait for the farm work to be done later.

"The rest of the people use shovels to stack the weeds and manure together, and finally cover them tightly with soil."

In this way, the rain will not wash away the manure and lose it.

Wait for a while to open it again, dry it and knock it into minced pieces, which is the best farm fertilizer!

Of course.

If they don't wait for the fertilizer to be made, these generals will be ransomed.

They will not be able to participate in the follow-up first-hand agricultural production materials.

“……”

Shi Lei and the others, who had not gone to get a wooden fork and a hoe before, turned green after hearing what they were going to do.

It's a shame that they still think that Zhang Junlin treats the captives preferentially.

What they are asked to do right now is even more unbearable than that of the dung pickers.

All the manure in Jinling has to be buried on the spot, not to mention, and it has to be with weeds, isn't this tossing people to play?

"Your Highness, wouldn't it be okay to dig a big pit and pile the dung into it and cover it with soil?"

Xiao Li is worthy of having done farm work, and he suddenly thought of a way to cheat and play tricks.

After Zhang Junlin gave a thumbs up to show his appreciation, he immediately straightened his face.

"You cut so many weeds, why don't you take the opportunity to solve them together and mix them with dung and water, and don't soak the rice fields in Huangzhuang?"

"You also know that the food you eat is borrowed, and everyone knows that you are in charge of the rice fields of Huangzhuang, and the rice fields are soaked and rotten, causing the people to starve you to death, and then the palace will be embarrassed."

It's obviously a threat.

When it came to Zhang Junlin's mouth, it became a consideration for them.

Many people immediately picked up shovels and prepared to "support themselves" for food, and they must not embarrass Prince Zhang.

Shi Lei and other more shrewd people still think about the meaning and get through in confusion.

But after seeing Zhang Junlin finish speaking, he took a shovel from the wall, and then turned his hand and hung the long sickle on the wall.

"Your Highness, you want to go with us to make manure?"

Shi Lei was taken aback.

Although the matter of manure is not farm work, they also understand how to do it, and there is no need for Prince Zhang to demonstrate it himself.

While they were mowing the grass, Prince Zhang had been working as an overseer, and he thought that this time Prince Zhang would only watch from afar.

"In addition to the rice fields you are responsible for in Huangzhuang, the 1,000 and 2 acres of cultivated land in the palace are also here, do you want to let the dung water soak up?"

"Let you finish cutting the grass, and then water it in the rain, and you will be able to harvest the grain in two or three months, and you can't waste the fruits of your labor in vain."

As soon as this remark came out.

Shi Lei felt guilty.

is worthy of being the prince of Nanyue, and the pattern is big!

This time, he didn't need to be urged, he took the initiative to pick up the shovel with his companions, followed Prince Zhang out of the warehouse, and walked towards the wasteland.

By the time they reached the half-acre of wasteland, their companions who were transporting weeds had piled a thick layer of grass in the field.

People close to Huangzhuang, adults are pushing wheelbarrows with a load of three or four hundred catties, and women and children are carrying wooden buckets of dung, and they are standing on the ground.

"Meet His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!"

"Get up, your cart is all spiked, just count it as two catties of grain."

Zhang Junlin casually picked two sunflowers from the side, put them in the man's hand, pointed to the direction of the warehouse, and asked him to get the grain.

When the family saw that there was really food to receive, they thanked them happily, put down the feces in their hands and trotted towards the warehouse.

"Everything is ready, this palace will give you a sample."

Zhang Junlin picked up a shovel and shoveled the manure in the car into the pit where the grass was laid.

A dense layer of grass blades traps the dung and does not seep into the soil.

Shovel a cart of manure.

Zhang Junlin asked the person who brought the weeds to continue to pile up the blades of grass for another layer.

Then pour the manure from the barrel onto it.

"When the pile is about as thick as the bottom, spread the grass again, so that it won't seep down in layers, and it's easy to move it somewhere else later."

Zhang Junlin's vague explanation.

But Shi Lei and others completely understood.

It turned out that Prince Zhang was not tossing them to play, but wanted to pile up the feces before it rained first, and then move it to the place where the filth was disposed of.

"Mulching with blades of grass to stop them from seeping down is a great way to deal with emergencies!"

There is no such method of disposing of manure in the Western Chu Kingdom.

There will also be cases where the treatment is not very good, and then the rain that falls for several days in a row, the sewage in the streets is cross-flowing, and the people have diarrhea in the abdomen.

"Did you learn?"

Zhang Junlin saw that no one thought about "manure" in terms of farm work, and he was quite speechless.

It seems that not only the level of agricultural production in South Vietnam is very backward, but all countries are similar.

"Got it."

Shi Lei thought that if he learned this trick, he would be able to play His Majesty when he went back, which could be regarded as a meritorious achievement.

Seeing that another people were coming with wheelbarrows, they rushed forward first.

"Your Highness, thank you for teaching us this trick, we can do the rest ourselves, you go to the side and rest."

"If we do something wrong, you can point us out."

Shi Lei still has a conscience.

Zhang Junlin saw that the others also had grateful expressions on their faces, and rushed to work.

Naturally, enjoy leisure.

He could take this opportunity to inspect the native seedlings in the cultivated fields.

Although he didn't know much about the Heaven and Earth Dao Law and the martial arts class, after his strength increased today, he always felt that he had reached a critical value but failed to break through, as if he had encountered a bottleneck.

Stuck at the sixth-order peak stage.

He wanted to try to increase his skills and help him break through the shackles by planting seedlings on a large scale to increase production and income.

"Then hurry up."

Zhang Junlin knew that there was not much time left for him.

Whether the Dog Emperor sent someone to test or negotiate with Western Chu, in this era of high martial arts, it is necessary to rely on strength to speak.

"Don't worry, Your Highness!"

"Guaranteed to complete the mission!"

……

Shalala.

The spring rain is continuous, casting a white veil on the verdant mountains and forests.

Su Chanyi sat in the galloping carriage and lifted the bamboo curtain between the windows to look out.

The shadows of the trees hurriedly retreated, and the passers-by who braved the rain were still struggling in the mud and refused to stop.

Seeing an old man slip and fall to the ground to avoid the carriage, she stood up suddenly, but sat down with her hands clasped together.

It doesn't hurt if your nails get stuck in the flesh.

"Miss, don't you always say that a doctor's hand is like a warrior's knife, it needs to be maintained frequently, it's best not to bump into it, why are you hurting yourself?"

Bai Zhi, who had no heart and lungs, finished eating a piece of exquisite pastry specially provided by the royal family, and hurriedly took out the wound medicine from the basket and handed it to Su Chanyi.

Su Chanyi silently pulled it over and wiped the medicine powder on the scratched palm.

She looked at the gradually dense rain line outside, constantly washing the dry cow dung on the stones, and suddenly thought of something, and her brow tightened.

"Miss, you are asking for hardship, this time you know it hurts."

"It doesn't hurt."

Su Chanyi's answer made Bai Zhi pout.

Miss doesn't hurt and twists her eyebrows so that she can catch flies?

Who believes?

"Bai Zhi, please go and help me ask the second prince about something."

Su Chanyi's little face was tense, and her expression was extremely solemn.

Bai Zhi hurriedly stuffed the half-eaten pastry into her mouth and blinked nervously.

Every time Miss has this expression, something big will happen!

"Miss, what do you ask?"