Time passed quietly, and it had been nearly three months since Loran Hill came to this area.
It is difficult for sunlight to enter the valley, and only a little reflected light falls into it, illuminating the surrounding environment.
It is already May. Compared with the past, there have been a few light rains recently, making the area around the valley a little moister. Many residents are taking advantage of this time to plant a local kind of black barley. Although the yield of this crop is not high, fortunately it can adapt to this cold and barren environment, so it is planted by the majority of residents.
In the morning, Loran Hill came out of the shrine wearing a light black veil. After walking a few steps in the valley and turning a few corners, she came to a narrow plank road hidden behind a huge rock.
Solid stone steps lead up along the plank road, leading directly to the outside of the valley. However, this plank road is too steep, and it takes a lot of courage for ordinary people to walk on it.
Fortunately, the girl could fly now, so she wasn't as afraid of heights as she had been in her previous life. Holding onto the cold iron chain beside the plank road, she made her way up. As for the two birds, they had already flown away to play around, and it would probably be a while before they returned to Roland Hill.
As you slowly go up along the plank road, the houses and human figures in the valley below become smaller and smaller in your field of vision. If you watch for a long time, you might feel like jumping down and feel panic.
The girl withdrew her overlooking gaze, shifted her eyes back to the plank road in front of her, and continued climbing.
After about ten minutes, this winding and steep plank road finally came to an end. The green fields gradually emerged on the horizon and came into view.
Because it had just rained, the black barley in the fields was growing well, with tender green shoots sprouting out, which looked very pleasing to the eye.
It is rare to find a depression here. In the early morning, some residents will carry up the accumulated rainwater in the valley to water the black barley to prevent it from drying out. By the end of August, the black barley will probably be ripe.
Because there is a layer of black shell in its ears, which is different from the wheat outside, it is called black barley. In fact, it can be regarded as a variant of some kind of wheat.
After the harvest, residents will remove the ears of wheat and store them, which will be their food reserves for the year.
Unlike those fertile areas where three harvests can be harvested a year, it is very difficult to harvest one harvest a year in the Sunset Mountains. Sometimes one has to consider water shortages, attacks by monsters, the outbreak of the Nine Netherworld Qi, etc., and the output often has to be reduced by half.
After standing on the hillside and looking at the green seedlings below for a while, Loran Hill continued walking. It was around 10 o'clock in the morning, and there were only a few people in the fields, wearing bamboo hats and walking among them, inspecting the fields, removing weeds, turning over fallen seedlings, and so on.
Loran Hill also walked forward along the narrow ridge of the field, preparing to take a closer look.
Her light-colored shoes stepped on the soft soil, pushing down the weeds on the ridges. After arriving at a field with newly sprouted plants, the girl squatted down carefully to prevent her clothes from getting wet, and then carefully looked at the seedlings in front of her.
Light cyan magic extended along the seedlings, clearly displaying their internal structure and growth conditions in his mind. Then, Loran Hill also analyzed the areas where these grains could be improved.
After a long time, she planted another seedling and stood up.
It is possible to modify this variety to increase its yield, but the extent of the increase in yield is not that surprising.
As the saying goes, a good cook cannot cook without rice. Due to the influence of factors such as land, climate, and external factors, no matter how good the variety is, it is impossible to double the yield.
The soil's fertility is limited, the girl thought. It would be a good idea to use that [Alizarin Crimson Clover] to increase the soil's fertility and rotate the crops.
Unfortunately, after her rebirth, many things were lost. If she wanted to obtain that special alfalfa, she had to transform it again. Unfortunately, there was no original alfalfa here.
This is not something that can be done in a short period of time. I'm afraid I can only go to other states and counties to see if there is alfalfa. If not, I have to wait for her to return to the Western Continent and get the seeds from there.
After finishing his thoughts, Loran Hill gradually walked to the end of the field. Looking up, he saw a simple fence in front of him. It was more like a rope with some banners hanging on it than a fence.
An unknown spell was printed on the yellow banner with blue dye, emitting a faint special scent.
This is... Before the girl could find the answer from her memory, a girl's voice sounded beside her.
"Is Lord Jialan inspecting the Banner Realm?" The voice sounded a little childish and immature.
Loran Hill turned around and saw a girl about fifteen years old standing behind him. She was holding a basket with a lot of yellow flags in it, just like the ones hanging on the rope.
"These are all made by my mother, so I come to help occasionally." Seeing that Loran Hill didn't say anything, the girl explained nervously, afraid of causing displeasure to the adult.
"Well, actually I just came here to take a look casually. I didn't mean to check." The girl shook her head and asked.
"What's the use of these banners? They don't look like decorations to me."
"This is very useful." When the little girl heard Loran Hill ask her, she explained with a little pride.
"Once these yellow banners are hung here, ordinary ghosts and monsters will not come here. This will prevent them from destroying the crops."
Is it similar to a scarecrow? Luo Lanxier thought to herself, and then she remembered that there was actually a similar thing behind the shrine, but Granny Grove's was much more formal and more powerful, so she didn't think of the similarity between the two.
The two continued to talk, and Loran Hill gradually learned that the girl's mother had been a student of Granny Gro and had also worked at the shrine before, but she later got married and moved out.
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