After the old turtle saw Tang Qingxi sitting down, it swung its limbs and dived into the water. After entering the water, a transparent cover was propped up on its back to separate it from the water.
The cover emitted a faint halo, and Tang Qingxi could clearly see the water plants and fish outside.
It would take three days to reach the sea. Tang Qingxi took out the comic books he had prepared in advance and distributed them to the mermaids around him.
Ye Qingyi brought a pot of wine and went to visit Lao Gui to reminisce about the past.
Here, Tang Qingxi and his group were still on their way, and Niu Dawu was traveling at full speed, and it took them one day and two nights to return home.
In the early morning, the thin fog had not yet dispersed. Niu Dawu pushed open the gate of the yard and saw his neighbor feeding his chickens.
Seeing Niu Dawu coming back, he put down the food bowl in his hand and complained: "Why did you stay out for so long this time? I thought something happened to you."
This neighbor was the great-grandson of Dawu, the cowherd. Niu Dawu smiled and said to him, "Something happened. Please send the village chief over. It's a good news."
When the neighbor heard him say that something happened, he hurriedly asked with concern: "What happened? Are you hurt?" He came up and walked around Niu Dawu.
Niu Dawu grabbed the circling neighbor and said, "Brother Zhang, I'm not injured. This is a great thing. Go find the village chief and gather everyone in the village."
Niu Dawu often goes out, and every time he comes back he brings some rare things. If there are too many, he will share them with the villagers. When they hear that something good has happened, they will run faster than the other.
The village was not big, with only about 300 people, and soon they all gathered on the dam in front of Niu Dawu's gate.
Niu Dawu stood on the bluestone at the entrance and said loudly, "I have met an immortal this time when I went out. I will practice cultivation with the immortal from now on."
"I couldn't bear to leave you, so I asked the immortals for help. They gave me some things to ensure you have enough food and clothing."
Niu Dawu took out the salt, sugar, and oil from his storage and gave them to the village chief, asking him to distribute them to the villagers.
He also found an old literate student in the village and asked him to copy the vegetable and grain planting manual.
The villagers gathered around and asked,
"What does an immortal look like?"
"Does the Immortal still accept disciples?"
The village chief opened the bag and saw the snow-white salt inside. He took a little and tasted it in disbelief. He then opened the rest of the bag and found only the finest salt and sugar. Even the county magistrate in his county might not be able to eat such good things.
The village chief looked at the things that Niu Dawu had casually placed on the ground and wanted to jump up and hit him on the head. How could such a good thing be placed on the ground?
As the old student was copying, he saw in the booklet that it said the potato yield per mu was 1,000 jin, and the sweet potato yield per mu was also 1,000 jin.
The old student asked Niu Dawu in a trembling voice, "Daniu, did you write this wrong? How can there be such a high yield per mu?"
Niu Dawu took the booklet. There were no Arabic numerals in ancient times, so the owner specially printed traditional Chinese characters, so it was impossible for him to make a mistake.
The owner only said the yield was high, but didn't say how high it was. You should know that most wheat crops in the north only yield about 200 kilograms per mu.
Niu Dawu has cultivated dozens of acres of land and knows very well what a yield of 1,000 kilograms per mu means.
After taking a deep breath and nodding affirmatively to the old student, Niu Dawu poured out the sweet potatoes and potatoes and shouted to the villagers: "The immortals have given us good seeds, good seeds that will yield a thousand kilograms per mu!"
When the villagers heard Niu Dawu's shout, they looked at him in disbelief, not caring about the salt in their hands, and rushed to the grain seeds on the ground.
For farmers, food is their lifeline. With these good seeds, they will never go hungry again.
After confirming with Niu Dawu again and again, the villagers knelt down and kowtowed to Niu Dawu, crying, "Thank you, immortal, for giving me good seeds."
"What kind of good seed? It's an immortal seed."
"Thank you, Immortal, for the Immortal Seed."
"Thank you, Immortal, for the Immortal Seed."
It was the beginning of spring, and the villagers got up from the ground and went back to plant the immortal seeds.
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