Perhaps because the indigenous people are still in the process of learning and are unable to accept new things immediately at this stage, Langyun has created a unique method of using metaphysics to explain science to help them accept it quickly.
For example, he had previously said that he was an immortal and Langyun was a fairyland, which smoothly rationalized everything about Langyun.
For example, the explanation of the rail locomotive was not only well accepted by the indigenous people, but also provided high-energy early warning in order to build more rail cars, which can be said to have paved the way for the future.
As for real science, we still have to wait until their education is improved and they have a certain theoretical foundation.
For now, of course, we use whichever one is more efficient.
But now is obviously not the time to use metaphysics.
Even if you travel through time, you can't just become a spirit!
Otherwise, who would dare to eat it?
Who to sell to?
Is buying and selling goblins also illegal?
Moreover, Bian Yuhang thought that it was impossible that the village only planted pumpkins. There must be other vegetables and fruits, most of which were also grown using new seeds and fertilizers.
The most distinctive feature is that it is big.
By that time, we can't say that everyone has become a spirit...
What else is a vegetable garden for? A meeting of goblins!
Bian Yuhang immediately shook his head firmly and said seriously, "Don't overthink it. This is just an ordinary pumpkin."
Wan Dong really wanted to say that his understanding of words was probably different from that of the Immortal Lord.
Normal? This thing is called normal???
It is indeed a fairyland-level understanding!
At this moment, Wan Dong suddenly saw a field over there that had been felled. It was bright yellow and should be wheat planted in the spring.
So he asked the villagers, "Is the wheat harvest ready?"
The villagers nodded honestly: "We have received it and are sending it to the machine for unified processing."
Perhaps because of the many surprises along the way, Wan Dong didn't pay much attention to what the machine was, but instead asked about another more important question: "What's the yield per mu?"
When he asked this question, he felt both anticipation and trepidation.
Because wheat is different from pumpkin and is more delicate, the wheat seedlings cultivated in Qi State before could only produce 300 kilograms per acre, and that was already the best land.
Qi State had also considered ways to increase production, but the results were mediocre.
The reason why Wan Dong asked this question was because he had heard about the "fairy potato miracle" created by the fairyland in Zhou State.
The yield per mu is amazing, even in such a barren place, it can produce hundreds of kilograms.
In addition, I saw with my own eyes the huge pumpkin that required two people to carry, so I couldn't help but feel a little excited.
But as soon as he asked, Wan Dong felt that he seemed to be asking for too much. He was a grateful person, but he didn't want to ask for too much, so he quickly began to explain himself: "Any amount is excellent. After all, Qi State has no shortage of food. Our village has just been built, and the population is small. The county has also promised to reduce taxes, so we don't need to hand over grain this year. Besides, wheat is not as good as fairy potatoes. Any amount is excellent..."
The villagers gave him a puzzled look: "Muramasa, what are you talking about? Our wheat is growing well."
"Very good, how good is it?"
"The yield per mu was 800 to 900 kilograms, which shocked the villagers."
Wan Dong: ...
After becoming “normal”, he gained a new understanding of “pretty good”.
After being stunned for a while, Wan Dong spoke softly: "Why...why are there so many?"
This time, it was Ji Liang who spoke as he walked towards them: "It's okay, not too much."
Wan Dong fell into confusion again.
Bian Yuhang, who didn't know the difference between grains, asked curiously, "Isn't this a lot? What is a lot?"
Ji Liang avoided the sight of the natives, covered his mouth with his hands, and replied in a voice that only they could hear: "Growing rice."
“How much can this be?”
"It all depends on which one is used. Qi State has enough grain now, so what's available will be fine. But if they really plant this in the future," Ji Liang paused, "I'm afraid they'll have another portrait of Bai hanging in their house, and only that one."
This time, Bian Yuhang understood without Ji Liang’s explanation.
Hybrid rice, forever the god!
When he looked at Wan Dong again, Ji Liang just smiled and said, "Because we're using a new planting method, the specific operations have been sorted out and posted at the entrance of the village. Everyone can learn from them. Wan Muramasa can also go and take a look."
When Wan Dong saw Ji Liang, he immediately recognized that he was the chief designer of the new village and also the immortal Langyun who had been following up on the construction of the new village.
He quickly bowed, his attitude extremely respectful: "I came back in a hurry and didn't pay my respects to the Immortal Lord. I hope the Immortal Lord will not blame me."
Ji Liang obviously didn't expect this person to be so serious, so he unconsciously straightened his expression, nodded, and encouraged Wan Dong a few words.
Wan Dong listened attentively, nodded from time to time, and was extremely serious.
It has to be said that Wandong's learning these days has been quite effective. Not only did he learn how to drive a rail car, he also learned how the immortals speak through communication with them, and he also learned a lot of new words, which now makes communication between the two sides much smoother.
He soon understood the secret.
But precisely because he understood, he was surprised: "Immortal Lord, are you saying that using those residues, combined with the algae and sludge from the fish pond, can make crops grow taller?"
Ji Liang nodded: "Yes."
"Could it be that the Immortal Lord cast a spell in it?"
"This time it really has nothing to do with magic..."
However, for Wan Dong, or in the eyes of most indigenous people, it doesn’t matter whether the immortal king is performing magic or something else.
Because at present, the most simple pursuit of ordinary people is to have enough food and clothing.
Such a big pumpkin and so much food, what else could you not be satisfied with?
This is a good thing that I never dared to think about before!
The excited Wan Dong decided to burn a few more incense sticks for the Immortal Lord when he returned today!
But Ji Liang felt helpless.
Just as Wan Dong was excitedly helping the villagers pick pumpkins, Ji Liang looked at Bian Yuhang and sighed softly, "Sometimes, I'm also quite troubled."
Bian Yuhang was a little puzzled: "What are you worried about? Isn't the construction here quite good?"
Ji Liang sighed again, his face full of vicissitudes: "They don't believe me when I tell them scientific truths. Why is it so difficult to tell the truth these days?"
"...It was you who always used all kinds of feudal superstitions to deceive others before? You deserve it."
"Senior is right. Feudal superstition is unacceptable. So I'm going to change my route now."
"How?"
"Let them systematically learn the basics of scientific planting and breeding. Especially Wandong. He's the village chief, so he needs to learn more. Let him follow me for a few days. At least he should take the lead."
Bian Yuhang, who was already familiar with this baby-faced guy's tricks, glanced at him and said, "Tell the truth."
Ji Liang raised his chin and said directly, "I want to write a paper on new village construction, and I asked him to give me statistical data."
...Sure enough, no class is taught in vain.
Bian Yuhang thought that the rail car had to wait for loading in the next two days and did not need to be driven for the time being, so Wan Dong was not needed either, so he naturally had no objection.
But soon he seemed to have thought of something and said, "This new village is now under the direct jurisdiction of the county town. In other words, Wan Dong is now equivalent to a city-level official."
Ji Liang looked indifferent: "So?"
Bian Yuhang turned his head to look at him: "In other words, you are very brave to let a mayor be your chief secretary."
Unexpectedly, Ji Liang was not surprised at all. Instead, he looked calm and said, "What's that? The capital even has the young masters doing radio gymnastics together."
Bian Yuhang: ...
This operation is too cool, there is no better way.
At this moment, the train parked outside the village made a "hissing" sound, as if it was deflating.
The things above were also transported into the village one after another.
Ji Liang took a look and asked: "What are those?"
Bian Yuhang replied, "My father designed and made these tools for you. This is the last batch."
Ji Liang blinked, then said to Bian Yuhang with admiration, "You guys are really fast, and Professor Bian is really amazing."
I just came over to take a look and now I have figured out something.
If the trial is successful, it will definitely be a major step forward.
What’s more, the gas burned is the village’s own biogas, which makes it completely self-sufficient. This is definitely a big improvement.
But Bian Yuhang shook his head slightly and said seriously: "No, it's not enough."
Ji Liang was surprised: "Isn't this possible?"
Bian Yuhang said: "These devices still need more improvements to minimize manual steps..." As he was speaking, he turned his head and noticed that there was a bracket not far away.
There is a mobile phone placed on it, and judging from the angle, it is facing this side.
So he asked, "Is that yours?"
Ji Liang was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses, strolled over to get his phone back, and said to Bian Yuhang with a smile: "Yes, I'll use my phone to broadcast live."
"Live broadcast? Live broadcast of what?"
“Just to see the daily life of new village construction.”
Bian Yuhang also knew about the new functions of the system, but he had never used it before, so he leaned over to take a look.
In the live broadcast screen, there is not only a point reward function, but also real-time comments.
Bian carefully read the comments, especially the professional titles preceding the nicknames of the audience members, and quickly expressed his approval of this new situation: "This is great. It's like an online meeting. We can make suggestions for existing tasks and make timely adjustments."
As soon as these words were spoken, the lively barrage of comments suddenly paused.
Then the style of painting suddenly changed.
- "Well, I just came here to watch. I didn't expect there would be a meeting... Is there anyone who understands this?"
"Thanks for the invitation. I'm in Langyun and just watched a live broadcast related to my major. I think Senior Bian is right. It would be great to have machines here, even if it's just semi-automatic machines. At least it can free up some of the labor force."
"Yes, only by giving indigenous people more free time can they learn new things and then engage in other kinds of labor, finding something more suitable for them."
- "Should we take local conditions into consideration and formulate supporting policies and strategies?"
-"It depends on the strengths of each county town. It's best to find advantageous industries and cultivate local native residents. This will reduce large-scale population movement and maintain stability."
- “…I never expected that I would have to attend a meeting to watch a live broadcast QAQ”
"Which professionals understand this? Hurry, form a group and come up with a five-year plan."
Ji Liang looked confused.
After a long while, he muttered softly: "As expected, Langyun can have so many people. I just started a live broadcast to chat, and they have already started to give me a five-year plan."
As a result, as soon as he finished speaking, the system task list was suddenly updated.
The updated content is closely related to what they just talked about.
In an instant, the barrage became quiet.
Then the scene exploded!
Apart from “Ahhhhh the mission is here”, the reward points are flying in.
Ji Liang hadn't expected such an unexpected gain. He was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "It can actually be used like this!"
This time, it was Bian Yuhang who was puzzled: "Didn't you use it this way before?"
Ji Liang thought about it, then shook his head.
Bian Yuhang was slightly stunned. "Do they really like watching people farming during breaks in their missions?" He paused. "That doesn't make sense. If they like watching people farming, shouldn't they point the camera at the ground? Why would they point it at you?"
Ji Liang shook his head again: "It's not about farming."
Bian Yuhang: "Then what else is there to see?"
Ji Liang raised his head, revealing his handsome features, and said seriously, "Of course it's the face."
As soon as these words were spoken, the comments that had just been pretending to study hard and get good grades immediately became more and more frank.
-"right!"
Bian Yuhang: ...
The world is real and beautiful, and you can really do whatever you want.
While the new village was fully enjoying the joy of the harvest, the news here was also sent to the county magistrate's office.
However, when the report written by Wan Dong was submitted, County Magistrate Zhuang was enjoying his rare free time.
In front of him were a group of busy clerks.
Because everyone now understands the benefits of rail vehicles, and the King of Qi is pushing it from behind and is ready to strongly support it, this led to a letter as small as a piece of paper being delivered to Fenghe County.
Nearby county towns will ask if they can build railroad tracks through there.
The county town farther away wanted to ask him about the pros and cons of the rail car to see if it was suitable for them.
However, County Magistrate Zhuang was not a professional car maker, so he could not answer many questions.
For example, those projects that require crossing mountains and rivers are obviously not small projects. They require inquiries from the factory in Jiangyi County and even consultation with immortals. It is not enough to just let County Magistrate Zhuang say it.
However, as letters between county magistrates, he would open them, read through them, and then classify them and ask the appropriate people.
This is what the county magistrate should do. It is a common practice and is also done out of consideration for official duties.
But again, one or two things are fine, but when a bunch of them come at once, what can we do?
This is precisely due to the rapid development of Fenghe County, and there has never been such a busy county magistrate.
Even people will envy——
Look at your Fenghe County. You are favored by immortals and have the attention of the king. You have so many benefits that you can’t even ask for. Why are you still complaining?
County Magistrate Zhuang wanted to say that he was tired, but unfortunately no one believed him.
And you will think he is Versailles.
This word is the fairy language brought by the immortals. Although it sounds strange, it is quite appropriate to describe the current situation.
But despite all the complaints, County Magistrate Zhuang is indeed a good official who works diligently and cares about his people.
He did his job diligently and conscientiously, and at most he hired some more clerks to help him reply to letters.
This also gave County Magistrate Zhuang a rare opportunity to relax.
When he received Wan Dong's report, he was about to open it and saw Zhuang Xun walking in.
Looking at his son, County Magistrate Zhuang smiled and called him over: "Come and try the freshly brewed tea."
Mr. Zhuang followed his instructions, stepped forward, picked up the teacup and took a sip. Then he opened his eyes wide in surprise: "The taste of this tea is quite novel."
"The goods brought by the merchants from Banqui are made of black tea grown there, mixed with some dried fruits. Although the combination seems strange at first, it has a unique flavor after drinking it for a while."
"The Banqui country my father was talking about, is that the place with the green eyes?"
"Exactly."
Zhuang Xun often saw the Banqui people in the city these days, but because the Banqui people always had a good reputation and were honest in their business, he did not pay too much attention to them.
Without giving it much thought, he simply smiled and said, "I came here because I just went to the charcoal pencil factory. They had some new colored charcoal pencils made there, so I bought some and brought them to show you, father."
As he spoke, he took out a box filled with neatly arranged charcoal pencils.
Since the colored charcoal looked rare, County Magistrate Zhuang picked it up and wanted to try it on paper.
Then I saw the half-finished report on the new village.
He put down his pen and picked up the report to read it carefully.
As a result, the problem was discovered at a glance.
County Magistrate Zhuang frowned slightly, called his men forward, pointed at the report, and asked, "What's written on it?"
Zhuang Xun looked over and said, "This is a number."
"Hey, can my son understand it?"
"Of course they can. The arithmetic methods promoted in schools now use this kind of numbers. They are easy to write and remember, and it's easier for children to learn."
As soon as these words were spoken, County Magistrate Zhuang felt a sense of urgency.
Thinking back, he was also a graduate of the imperial examination system, a Jinshi selected from thousands of people, a veritable scholar of Qi State, otherwise he would not have been able to become a county governor.
As a result, now you can’t even understand what young children learn?
County Magistrate Zhuang thought that he had to find something to look at later, so as not to fall behind his own people.
But he didn't show it on his face, and just said, "Tell me how much is written on it."
Zhuang Xun took it. His mind was originally full of all the new things he had seen when he inspected the factory just now, so he did not take the report from the village too seriously.
But when he saw the numbers clearly, he was stunned.
Seeing this, County Magistrate Zhuang couldn't help but frown: "What's wrong? Is it inappropriate?"
As a result, Zhuang Xun raised his head and opened his mouth, but no words came out.
After a long while, he took a deep breath and said softly, "There's a good harvest in the new village."
"What did you collect?"
"There are melons, fruit, and wheat." The voice paused. "The new village has planted all the 300 acres they reclaimed, and they are all producing a harvest."
Three hundred acres is not the largest area in Fenghe County, but it is not a small amount either.
However, County Magistrate Zhuang clearly remembered that the original 300 acres were given to them because this was a model village and would inevitably need to be expanded in the future, so more land was allocated. According to their current population, as they were all refugees, they only had half the labor force, and the spring plowing season had been delayed, so they should not be able to finish cultivating the land.
As a result, not only were the plants fully planted, but there was also a harvest?
So, the Zhuang County Magistrate asked the most concerning question: "What is the harvest?"
There are quite a lot of numbers here, and every type of crop is listed. It would take quite a while to read them all out.
So Zhuang Xun gave a total: "Roughly two thousand five hundred dan."
"...Tell me again, how much?"
"Two thousand five hundred dan, converted to catties, that's about... two hundred and seventy thousand catties."
As soon as these words were spoken, the room fell into silence.
Not only the prefect of Zhuang County, but even the busy clerks stopped their work, looked up blankly, opened their mouths wide, and looked astonished.
Although County Magistrate Zhuang was not familiar with Arabic numerals, he had learned arithmetic.
He quickly calculated and concluded, "That means their yield per mu is at least 900 kilograms, right?"
Zhuang Xun nodded: "Yes."
So, the clerks all gasped in surprise.
Only County Magistrate Zhuang slowly stood up and then laughed out loud.
The reason for his joy was self-evident.
Their Fenghe County will truly be the Fenghe County from now on!
So the Zhuang Commandery Magistrate immediately said, "Hurry and call Muramasa over there. I have something to ask him!"
Someone immediately went out to pass on the message.
Others gathered around and came forward, eagerly expressing their congratulations.
Everyone knows that their own county town is going to make a big splash again.
Zhuang Xun asked, "Father, should we write a letter to the king?"
His original intention was actually to remind his father not to forget to show off his achievements.
I thought County Magistrate Zhuang would be happy, but unexpectedly, when he heard this, he first smiled, and then his smile suddenly froze.
Then he put on a mask of pain.
Because, County Magistrate Zhuang suddenly remembered that he could not relax now because he still had things to do.
And it's something that only he can do.
This change was really unexpected for Mr. Zhuang.
After all, in his opinion, this was not just a happy event, but a miracle!
These are not fairy potatoes. The Zhou Kingdom's fairy potatoes can yield nearly a thousand kilograms per mu because they are large in size and are a gift from immortals, so they are naturally different.
All the crops grown in the new village are originally from Qi State, with names and surnames. Each of these crops can reach 900 kilograms, which is enough to shock Qi State!
Especially since Wan Dong wrote in his report that the Immortal King had posted the planting method directly at the entrance of the village, which means that he did not keep it secret and anyone could learn it. Wouldn't the national strength of Da Qi be able to rise to a higher level in the future?
On a larger scale, the whole world will probably benefit from this, and there will be fewer starving people. It is truly a great merit.
You should be happy no matter what.
But looking at my father's face...
Could it be that my father has been very busy recently and exhausted, and now he is too happy and hurts himself?
So he hurriedly asked: "Dad, what's wrong with you?"
Then, County Magistrate Zhuang waved his hand, slowly sat back down, and said with a heavy face, "Bring me some paper and pen. I need to write a memorial."
Yes, it’s time to write another memorial.
Whenever something new happened in the county, he had to write about it.
You can ask the clerks for help with letters to other county governors.
But what belongs to the king must not be delegated to others.
You have to write it yourself.
I have to write another paper...
Seeing his father so depressed, Zhuang Xun couldn't help but wonder, "Isn't Daddy happy?"
At this moment, County Magistrate Zhuang finally understood what it meant to be in pain and happy at the same time.
Sure enough, people’s joys and sorrows are not the same.
Versailles also had its own troubles.
Then, County Magistrate Zhuang looked up at him with a deep look, and then he heard County Magistrate Zhuang say, "Of course I am happy, but besides being happy, I still have a hope."
"What?"
"From now on, can you spread out these new things? I'm starting to lose my hair because of all the new things happening at once."
Zhuang Xun: …Huh???
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