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Chapter 118: Spring Ploughing, Counterattack Begins

In order to protect his secrets, although Jiang Xingchen cannot tell the conspiracy, it does not mean that he will not take revenge.

The high-profile declaration of the bankruptcy of the enemy's plan is not weaker than the revenge directly put into force. The aggrievance and powerless feeling caused by the huge gap in my heart is even more tormenting.

When he heard Jiang Xingchen's words, Dingbei Hou's eyes lit up. When he thought of the contempt, ridicule and injustice he received in Qi Yue, he got angry. Now, you are numb, aren't you laughing at me? Don't you sell me grain to me? Didn't you say I'm so proud? Today I'll show you that I can also get grain to me.

"Boy, do you have any good solutions?" asked Dingbei Hou. He had a few times when things happened, and he had a little bit of Jiang Xingchen's dependence. The first thing he thought of was this kid.

"Hehe, of course there is!" Jiang Xingchen smiled sinisterly, and did not continue. He turned to Qin Manwu and said, "Miss Qin, I will give you another 30 kilograms of honey and ten kilograms of strong wine with you. There should be no problem in the desert, right?"

There are two possibilities for the seed this time. In addition to the counterattack of the aristocratic management department, the Xuanyuan Tianzong is also fighting for the desert line against the world's business.

But no matter what it is, it will not be so easy to circle yourself and Dingbei Hou inside.

Qin Manwu also smiled, but she didn't expect that this time she would be a blessing in disguise. Jiang Xingchen's meaning would fully support herself in the future. Thinking about the big moves this kid made during the New Year singing and dancing performance, her heart could not help but beating faster.

"Then I'll thank Master Jiang!" Qin Manwu smiled, stood up, and prepared to say goodbye. Jiang Xingchen did not answer Dingbei Hou's words first, there must be a secret, so it would be inappropriate for her to stay.

"Miss Qin. I'll go to the desert this time, please help me find some things..." Jiang Xingchen said, looking for Dingbei Hou to come and paint the pen and white silk.

After a moment, Qin Manwu took the white silk to watch and murmured: "Cuman, pepper, pepper, cucumber, tomato!"

"There may be differences in names. But the pictures should be similar!" Jiang Xingchen nodded. The cumin produced on the earth is similar to the dry and hot Xinjiang region, and the environment is similar to the desert. It is hard to say about cucumber, tomato, pepper, and pepper. The first three species are native to India on the earth. The latter is far away in Central and North America. It is very different from the desert, and Jiang Xingchen did not have much hope.

However, there is vitality here. The species are quite similar to the earth, but the internal differences are very different. You can tell by looking at the seeds of food. You may not be sure to have any surprises.

Qin Manwu was a little curious when she looked at these strange things. Are these plants all edible? How did Jiang Xingchen know?

"In addition, I want to ask Miss Qin to get some more rice seedlings. This time, you don't need Xuanyuan Tianzong, you can do it from the Great Qin Kingdom!" Jiang Xingchen continued.

"This is no problem!" Qin Manwu suppressed the curiosity in her heart, nodded, and said goodbye and left at the same time as Jun Bumi.

After they left, Jiang Xingchen brought another stack of white silk and began to write and draw. The old man and Dingbei Hou all turned around and watched curiously.

"Slay wild pheasants in white, legs of green wild pheasants, steamed silver carp, sausage..." Seeing Jiang Xingchen write down recipes. Dingbei Hou and the old man asked curiously at the same time: "Boy, what are you doing?"

"Marty, Hongyuan City is known as the city of food, and it is time to hold a food festival!" Jiang Xingchen said with a smile.

"Yes!" Dingbei Hou suddenly realized and nodded vigorously.

"In addition, the marquis informs the subordinates to prepare horses as soon as possible!" Jiang Xingchen said again.

"What are you preparing for a horse?" Dingbei Hou was a little surprised and couldn't understand what Jiang Xingchen meant at all.

"Arable land! My territory has invented good things. When we use it, we can lend it to other territory! Although it cannot solve the problem of delayed spring plowing, it is better than artificial farming!"

"What good thing?" Dingbei Hou's eyes shone to improve the efficiency of arable land. This is the most important thing.

"Hehe, you will know when you look back. If the land is flat, there will be thirty or fifty acres a day. Oh! There is no problem with 20,000 square meters a day!"

"My second..." The Marquis Dingbei and the old man swear at the same time in the room, 20,000 square meters a day, this is simply...

Jiang Xingchen felt a little chilled by the two of them looking like wolves. He couldn't help but tremble, put his hands on his chest and said weakly: "Marty, what...you study it slowly, I'll..."

Then, the servants in the yard heard a tragic howl: "Ah~ Let me go, don't rub my head, don't pinch my face... Help... You two make up your bra..."

That afternoon, Jiang Xingchen returned to Qingshan Village. He didn't even have time to say hello to Mo Hongxian and the others. He had to go and see the completion of the car. Shi Wazi said that it had been designed, but he hadn't seen the specific one yet.

In fact, if it weren't for a snow disaster, he wouldn't have thought of such a complicated thing, so it would be more reliable to design the iron plow first.

After returning to Qingshan Village, Jiang Xingchen immediately looked at Shi Wazi and the others' designs. He felt that it was okay, so he ordered the blacksmith to make it.

Of course, the entire cart is more than one meter high, so it is impossible to use iron to make it all. It is difficult to transport it. It is mainly a wooden structure. The plowshares below are made of iron. The hollow pipes for conveying grains are opened and then simmered.

The spacing is wrong, the shape of the plowshare is not conducive to the turning of the ground, and the stability is not good... During the production process, several people overturned it again and again.

When the time entered late April, the land was finally fully civilized, nearly twenty days later than in previous years. The cart that Jiang Xingchen and his friends studied was finally taken shape at this time.

On the wasteland, Shi Wazi was responsible for the experiment of the first carriage, and in front was Han Xiaowu with a wry smile on his face, because in the whole village, their shocking mercenary group was familiar with horses.

The long-distance cow is a technical job, and he has to take a straight line. The stone kid behind him is not easy. The depth of the soil, the balance of the car body, and the uniformity of the seeds are all in his hands.

When I first started using it, of course I was not skilled. Either Han Xiaowu was tilted by the cow collar, or Shiwazi had problems here, and he had to stop when encountering large stones.

But even so, the two of them cultivated nearly thirty acres of land in one day, which shocked the villagers who watched them, and then cheered loudly. With such efficiency, spring plowing would never be delayed.

The kitten girl wrinkled her little nose and scolded Jiang Xingchen for being cunning. The entire orc alliance thought he wanted cows to eat meat, but he didn't know it was used to farm. If I had known this, I would have asked him for two hundred kilograms of strong liquor, no, three hundred kilograms, no, five hundred kilograms...

When the kitten girl was fantasizing about her greedyness, even Jiang Xingchen was a little surprised and recalled the knowledge she had learned for a long time: "What is the ratio between a mu and a mu, I can't remember it..."

Whether I remember it or not, the car was successfully built, and the next step was to start making a lot of production.

However, no matter how large the scale is, one can only be made a day. Jiang Xingchen roughly estimated the needs of his side and immediately sent the extra one to Hongyuan City...

During the entire spring plowing period, the situation in Qingshan Village went viral in the surrounding villages, and some people even put down their work and ran to see it. The situation at the scene was so envious that their eyes were blue.

"What is that? It seems to be a cow! That's right, it's a cow. I saw it when the Orc Alliance sold beef in the market... I went there and actually used this to cultivate the land!"

"It's a bad thing. How many times faster than our human power... What exactly is the one dragging behind the cow?"

"A few hundred square meters will be plowed in a short while, and the spring plowing in Qingshan Village will definitely not be delayed!"

"Everyone says that Mr. Jiang is a very good person. Otherwise, let's borrow some tools from him and beef..."

"Don't think about this. Didn't you see it? The tools were all transported away by the carriage? It must be someone else who made a reservation first!"

"Hey! If we had known it, it would be better if we had decided first..."

"Look, they still have paddy fields... Why don't the lord come to our village like this!"

"Silence! Do you want to die? If the lord knows about you, you will be very bad..."

During such onlookers every day, Qin Manwu brought rice seedlings and brought several experienced practitioners. After all, Qingshan Village has always been growing wheat, which makes it a bit difficult for them to plant rice. This is also a technical job.

Jiang Xingchen was naturally extremely satisfied with Qin Manwu's arrangements. He had never planted land before, so of course he would not consider it in such detail...

April soon passed, and the spring plowing season came to an end. In early May, Dingbei Hou looked at the horses outside the city pulling carts to plow the land, and his face was smiling and kept muttering: "This kid is so amazing, how could he come up with such a good thing! Although spring plowing will be delayed, it will not take a few days to miss it!"

After an uncontrollable laugh, Dingbei Hou turned around and returned to the city, Wanrou called Mo Hongxian and began the plan to counterattack.

That night, the Bauhinia Mercenary Group and two major restaurants issued a message that the secret of filling soup buns and fish soup was sold to restaurants across the city, and the push-pull bellows were promoted for free.

In fact, the second one was completely unnecessary. The push-pull bellows had already spread in the restaurant in the city, and even the homes of some nobles and rich people were installed.

Of course, restaurants in the city flocked to them. They are now accustomed to selling secret recipes at a distance of two major restaurants.

However, when they arrived, they received even more amazing news: Dingbei Hou decided to hold the first food festival in Hongyuan City on May 20th, and this food festival will continue to be held! On this day, the two major restaurants will launch four new dishes at the same time!

"Boom~" It suddenly became messy, and all the people in the restaurant were ecstatic. The reputation of the Food City was already out. As soon as this food festival was held, I imagine how many people it would attract was a great opportunity to make money.

Mo Hongxian smiled and looked at the excited people, and then said, "The Marquis has issued invitations. At that time, the Marshal, the Minister of Finance, the Major Lords and others will come. This food festival will be unprecedentedly grand. The Bauhinia Song and Dance Troupe has confirmed the performance, and other song and dance troupes will also come to cheer up..."

After a moment of saliva, Mo Hongxian smiled and said, "This is a rare opportunity, everyone should work together!"
Chapter completed!
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