The total area of the national field in the set is not to mention before the ancient times, there is an acre of land when Shang Yin established the country, and there are not many in the inside, but at the moment, the slightest mist is eliminated year by year, and there are about ten acres of national land scattered in the set, all in the inner wall.

This is the main reason for the scarcity of martial arts resources in the world year by year, and in a few hundred years, the ten acres or so of the national land in the collection will also be reduced to despicable fields, and there will be no fog lingering.

"A one-year-old harvest of only twenty stones?"

Polished rice is eaten according to grains, and cannot be used as a staple food, and the five grains produced in the field are square, otherwise how can the ten acres of national land in the collection raise more than 70 people.

Yin Shui didn't go to the clogs, and jumped into the Guotian fog, and his figure disappeared in an instant.

The fog of the country is higher than the dense fog of the mountains to come thinner, and it also has the effect of closing the human eye, only through the technique of pulse sense to sense the inside, with the power of the human network to plow, in order to plant rice, so only the network of martial artists can cultivate, if the art of farming does not enter the stream, it will be like a blind man farming, seedlings or dense or loose, so that ten acres can only be as good as three or two acres.

Agriculture-based Shang Yin, the art of national farming is not inferior to the inheritance of martial arts, can be called the core competitiveness, only in the hands of the high-level clan, spring ploughing and autumn harvest, all the connections of the country need to go to the field to cultivate, even the patriarch Jisu is no exception, resulting in the spring and autumn of the nations less war, especially the national war, because the army is thinking about the field, the fight is not finished halfway, the two sides will withdraw their troops.

"Lixu mistaken. ”

"After my investigation, the total amount of national land here is thirteen acres. ”

"Your clan's farming technique yields twenty stones a year, wasting five acres of land, according to my farming skills, the yield of one year is conservatively estimated, it will reach about sixty stones, maybe more is not certain. ”

When Yin Shui came back, the clogs were covered with mud, his right hand was full of mud, and his pretty face was so frightened that Wei Zifu, who didn't cover his ears, hurriedly ran to fetch water.

"Sixty stones?"

A group of people in the collection looked at each other, and when Yin Shui was gone for a long time, they were really tormented on the side of the execution ground, and it was difficult to describe the taste.

The thief's cruel punishment technique makes even the wolf's tooth stroke feel terrible, let alone the Jili people.

"Thief ......"

Jiman woke up in pain several times, no matter whether he scolded or begged for mercy, the thief would only raise his head in front of him, give him a stiff expression, and say, "Take your time, don't worry." ”

Jiman, not to mention committing suicide, even if he didn't look at it, he was restrained by the wolf's teeth, this kind of spiritual destruction had already made Jiman collapse, not to mention that life was better than death.

Woke up to the thief again, Jiman was already a little dying, but his sanity was not lost, and the voice of the thief teaching the people in the collection of people in the country farming skills came: "The eyes are blind and the heart is not blind, a seedling is thrown, you need to remember the pulse and distance......"

After listening to it for a while, in addition to the pain, he still couldn't believe it and lost his voice: "How can this son of a son ......?"

He has been cultivating the country for a long time, and he is the uncle of Jidan, and his experience is natural and sophisticated, and he can do the depth of the other party's way after listening to a few words.

The various techniques mentioned by the thief leader, such as using the technique of pulse sensitivity, using the pulse to throw seedlings and planting rice, confirming the distance and proximity, and throwing more on the field can make practice make perfect, etc., made him suspicious, and he couldn't help but want to listen more.

"The people of the country, even if they are from the great sect, are also stupid, which one tells you that the master of my family is a native of the clan and knows the art of farming at all, and he still needs to be taught by you, an old thief?"

The ancestor of the Yin family is called rice, and later generations call it the ancestor of rice, and the division of the national field level begins with Shang Yin.

Yin Yi can grow rice that is not inferior to the second class in the third-class national field, if it were not for the fog of the old capital to be greatly eliminated, resulting in the rapid weakening of the Yin family's national strength, first broken by Beirong, and then into the hands of Qin, how could the Yin family be weak to the point where it has been forced to move the capital several times now.

"He's not a ...... of Shuzong"

The pupils of Ji Man's eyes were scattered, and on the eve of checkmate, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

This thief is not a Shu Zong, and he knows such a clever farming technique, then he is either from a great sect, or a doctor with a higher status, or even an heir of a Qing family.

has been educated by business etiquette for many years, and there is no trace of benevolence in him.

This is such a scourge raised by a clan.

He's not human.

Brute!

Yin Shuiliu asked the patriarch of the group to take the other people in the group to practice.

Without the experience of the previous life, after being the ancestor of rice in this life, even if you are the heir of Shang Yin, Yin Shuiliu also needs to go to the field to cultivate in person. This is an ancestral technique, which Yin family dares to abandon it, Yin Shuiliu, as the heir of the first son of heaven, needs to lead by example.

Although the rice cultivation in this world is very different from the previous life, it does not prevent Yin Shui from flowing in Yinyi, so he has repeatedly experimented with it. In particular, he has a systematic holding, and can shuttle into other planes, deeply study and learn from the methods of other lives, and with the experience of previous lives, he will eventually gain something in the art of farming.

"Huh?"

As soon as Yin Shuiliu's footsteps moved a little, his calves touched the two moist petals, and his eyes glanced down.

Wei Zifu was holding a clay pot, squatting and scooping water to clean his feet.

Beside the mist that had spread across Kunita, the daughter of the green hill had come too close, her lips touching his calves, and when he looked at her, he saw her retreating.

The sound of the water.

Long.

Behind the mask, no one could see Yin Shuiliu's gradually distorted expression, and his voice seemed to float from afar: "Wei Zifu." ”

Wei Zifu raised his head slightly, the blush on his face was still there, and he said respectfully: "The concubine is here." ”

Yin Shuiliu held the sword body, and his gaze fell far away: "Although the woman surnamed Concubine is not as good as the woman surnamed Zi, she also generally cultivates the technique of Dantian Tongmai, as a person surnamed Concubine, do you want to learn?"

"Huh?"

Wei Zifu was a little confused.

Yin Shuiliu didn't wait for his feet to dry or not, put on his clogs and went forward, only the voice remained: "If you want to learn, I will give it to you." ”

When Ran went to his heels, he gestured straight to Wei Zifu, and suddenly slammed in front of him.

Everyone stood in solemnity.

The miserable Jiman was kicked away by the king.

"Thank you. ”

Wei Zifu was so shocked that she closed her beautiful eyes, and when she opened them again, Yin Shuiliu's figure had already disappeared, and she didn't know why the lord had lost her temper again, and she was busy chasing after her with a clay pot.

Speechless all the way, he entered the room and closed the door, Yin Shuiliu silently looked at the ashes of his deceased son.

Ran Fei had already been ordered by him to prepare the coffin with the craftsmen in the collection, and after the completion of this group of craftsmen, he would confer on them the title of countryman.

Three o'clock in the afternoon was the beginning of his institutional reform.

Fangs, open on that.

Holding back the violent and dark emotions that suddenly rose in his heart and almost couldn't be suppressed, Yin Shuiliu only held the scabbard tightly.

He can prepare all the personnel on the road to stealing the country in advance, but there is only one flaw that can cause the distraction of his army, so that he can not do it himself.

Heir.

He had no heirs.

If he has no children for many years after the monarch and the crown, it is good for him to steal the time, but once he steals the country as a feudal monarch and does not mention foreign enemies, all kinds of troubles caused by no heir can drag him down.

The Filthy Demon Group with him as the core of its interests must have an heir, although he only seeks the work of one lifetime, not the inheritance of the eternal world, but his Filthy Demon Group needs.

"If Wei Qing has the talent to lead the battle, I'm the same as Liu Che, let him be a relative, and let you be the queen. I won't borrow the heir, it's an insult to people like me, you just have to disappear for a while, and make people believe that the heir I'm looking for is born to you. ”

"Because it's not you, it's just any woman. ”

Indoors.

There was a sickly chuckle behind the mask.