"Everyone is optimistic, this dung is also particular, first of all, you must cover your mouth and nose, don't be smoked and vomited, stand far away if you think the smell is heavy, and wait until the palace pulls the dung pile apart, disperse the smell, and you will gather again."

Zhang Junlin said with a smile, and when he saw Dong You retreating with the crowd, he hurriedly stopped him.

"Taishi, this kind of great time, if you don't watch it with your own eyes, you will definitely regret it for the rest of your life."

I believe in it......

Dong You nodded in response, but it couldn't stop him from constantly moving backwards.

Alas!

Zhang Junlin saw that everyone was at least ten steps away from him, and sighed wistfully.

"Those who know me say that I am worried, and those who know me say what I want, since you are not willing to witness history with me...... Unboxing! ”

Crash!

The steel fork pulls away the top layer of soil and a thick layer of straw, revealing the gray and black manure underneath.

Fortunately, Zhang Junlin not only has a simple "mask", but also can breathe, so he was not attacked by the smell.

It's just that he took pity on Dong You, who underestimated the smell of dung, he thought that the smell of dung in the city that night was the limit, and His Royal Highness the Prince's statement was very tempting, so he stood closest to the retreating crowd.

Thereupon.

When the stench hits his nose, he regrets it.

I should have known that I should not have listened to His Highness, and then stood back!

Nor should you listen to Your Highness's words and come back after breakfast.

Vomit......

I want to throw up!

"Master, if you want to vomit, you can vomit...... ...... vomit"

Dong Ertian retched dryly.

It was the first time he had grown so big that he had smelled such a foul smell.

How best to describe it?

It stinks worse than the stinky fish that has been rotting outside the door for three days.

"This dung can't be wet!"

"Your Highness, this dung heap is finished with the smell, so don't pile it up again in the future."

Several officials of the Agricultural Affairs Department who asked Zhang Junlin to call together smelled this smell and didn't dare to open their mouths when they spoke.

I'm afraid that if I pour it into my mouth, I won't be able to eat for a few days and nights.

"Don't pile it up?"

Zhang Junlin asked tentatively.

Seeing that everyone nodded again and again, the new farmers in the Huangzhuang also looked approving, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

"Okay, I won't pile it up in the Huangzhuang in the future."

That's great!

"In the future, each family will pile it up in their fields, and if the amount is less, it will not stink so much."

What?!

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince doesn't want to let himself stink, do you want to make others stink?

"Your Highness, think twice, this smell is so stinky, there must be a lot of ...... in it Vomit...... Filth is probably not good for the body and is prone to disease. ”

Dong You strongly advised.

The original intention of piling dung was to put an end to the rampant disease, but now that Jinling is calm, His Royal Highness ordered everyone to pile dung on the ground.

Then the people will definitely think that His Royal Highness does not want to manage the feces, and does not care about making them sick and messing around, and then the people's hearts that have been won over will be dispersed.

But in his opinion, His Royal Highness is not a person who does not care about the people's livelihood, why is he confused?

"Fermenting directly outside will breed diseases, but the manure that can be soaked will not have such a powerful function, it only has one function...... Enrich the soil. ”

Zhang Junlin gestured to the dung pile that was frantically emitting the smell and took a breath.

It still stinks, but it's not that unbearable.

"Everyone, look at it, the manure in this dung heap is now almost the same as black soil."

Zhang Junlin picked up a layer with a fork, and then took out the feces that had been soaked for two months with a hoe.

The manure that has been fused with soil and grass has long since ceased to be its original appearance, and although some parts are still thin into a paste, most of them have condensed into lumps under the influence of rain and sunlight.

Seeing this scene, everyone was shocked at first, and when they figured it out, they understood the principle.

Just like the dead bodies of cats and dogs usually buried in the soil, they will form a hard lump with the soil over time, and it is impossible to distinguish whether it is meat or soil.

"Dust is dust, soil is returned to the soil, this dung comes from the grain, and it has to return to the grain, and the cycle repeats, and the harvest after ploughing is the way to farm."

As Zhang Junlin was speaking, a huge amount of energy poured into his body from the soles of his feet.

He was suddenly refreshed and excited.

Promoted!

His eyes were wide open, and he could see tiny worms crawling in the dung heap.

The summer breeze in his ears made a shudder through the rice fields, and he could tell whether it was a dragonfly or a butterfly flapping its wings.

From large to small.

See the subtlety, know the book.

The eighth-order realm is not outwardly extroverted, but introverted.

No wonder every time he saw Senior Brother Liang, he always felt that Senior Brother Liang's aura was getting weaker and weaker, and his sense of presence was gradually decreasing.

The road is simple, back to basics.

If the first seven orders are all outward, then the eighth order is convergence, and then sprint to the ninth order.

It's like clenching your fist and retracting it before hitting it, so that the momentum behind it is enough.

"Your Highness, don't dig it, it's the end of it."

Dong You's voice recalled Zhang Junlin's beautiful thoughts of exploring the subtle world, he came back to his senses, and saw that the dung heap in front of him had already been flattened by himself, and the ground was full of dry dung blocks, and many of them burst to his feet, and he was not too dirty.

Pushing and pulling a piece of dung with a hoe in front of Dong You.

"Taishi, look at it, smash this kind of dung, it is the dung that can fertilize the field."

Seeing that he swore by him, and the smell was not so fierce.

Dong You stood in place and did not avoid it.

Click.

Zhang Junlin skillfully smashed the dung into pieces, and then dug up a pile of soil to mix the dung into it.

"More water."

Zhang Junlin gave an order.

A farmer who was waiting nearby had already come over with a wooden barrel.

"How much?"

"Let's have a little harmony and mud and make it change color."

I want to see the effect of manure.

In addition to allowing it to accumulate over time until the crop grows, it takes a lot of time to verify.

The rest is to turn this yellow earth directly into black soil, so that everyone can feel the energy of manure more intuitively.

The farmer picked up the bucket and carefully poured some water into the pile.

When I felt that I could almost soak all the soil and dung, I hurriedly put the wooden bucket next to it.

Then.

There was no need for Zhang Junlin to give another order, the farmer had already picked up the shovel and the mud.

Since the layer that pressed the dung heap was removed and the stench dissipated, everyone didn't seem to be so unbearable about the smell of the dung block.

Smell it carefully again, it does stink.

The smell of feces after soaking with soil and grass is much less odorous than that of freshly ventilated feces.

For farmers who are not afraid of hard work and dirt, if this dung is smashed, it can really turn the yellow earth into black soil.

Not to mention the smell now, even if His Royal Highness the Crown Prince just picked up the stench in the dung heap and let them smell it for a few days, they would be happy!

How much grass and wood ash is poured into the loess, it should also be rested twice.

i.e. fallow.

Plant this one year, plant that one next year, and take turns to recuperate and plow the fields.

But some of the unique black soil people do not need to fallow, and they plant every year and harvest every year.

"Your Highness, do you think this will work?"

The farmer, who had rushed to pour the bucket of water, finally finished the dung and mud.

His question has not yet been answered.