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Chapter 128 0123 [Black Talk Cut] (Added update for Penguin Boss

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Daming Village, cornfield.

Zhu Guoxiang stood aside and watched for a long time, then turned and left.

Zhu Ming asked curiously: "For more than half a month, you have been wandering in the cornfield every day. What is going on?"

"Corn seeds, like us, seem to have mutated," Zhu Guoxiang explained. "Under normal circumstances, if you harvest high-quality corn last year and plant your own seeds, there will be some plant degradation this year. But so far, no abnormalities have been found.

, the scientific knowledge I have cannot explain it. If I have to forcefully explain it, it is that I received some kind of space radiation when I traveled through time."

Ju Ming asked: "These corn seedlings are only waist deep, and you can already see them?"

"It can basically be seen that after the degradation of improved varieties, the plants will appear to be different in height," Zhu Guoxiang said, pointing to the corn. "Although these corns are also different in height, it is a matter of field management, and most of them are within the normal range."

Ju Ming asked again: "If it is planted in more fertile land, how much yield per mu can be achieved?"

Zhu Guoxiang said: "It depends on the specific situation, which also has something to do with light and rain. Generally speaking, if it is planted densely in a fertile field with good weather and no pests and diseases, even without the support of chemical fertilizers, the yield per mu can reach 700 kilograms."

"What a fool!"

Ju Ming couldn't help but swear.

"That's just an ideal state," Zhu Guoxiang said with a smile. "How can farming have good weather every year? Moreover, after the corn planting area expands, related diseases and pests will follow for several years. These will cause corn production to decrease. And the real fertilizer

The land must be used to grow rice and wheat. Growing corn is a waste of land. The real value of corn is the utilization of barren land."

Ju Ming said: "Last year we planted in barren mountainous areas, and it was intercropping. Didn't the yield per mu reach nearly 600 kilograms?"

"I go to the fields every day, and the farmyard manure is given free of charge. Every time I provide water and fertilizer, I provide water and fertilizer at the critical moment, and I also use artificial pollination. Can the yield be the same?" Zhu Guoxiang said, "If it were an ordinary farmer, last year

If planted in that kind of land, it would be good if it could produce four hundred catties per acre."

Zhu Ming nodded and said, "I understand. The corn fields planted last year are equivalent to scientific experimental fields."

Zhu Guoxiang continued to walk down the mountain: "The village is high and steep, and it is very inconvenient to go down the mountain. The place where tea is now fried is also far away from the Han River. The bandits are for safety, but we have to consider the cost. Next year I plan to move my residence and

Tea-making workshops have all moved to the riverside. Schools have also been built on the riverside, so that all children who are willing to go to school can come and study."

"If the tea-frying workshop is built by the river, will the technology be leaked?" Zhu Ming asked worriedly.

Zhu Guoxiang said with a smile: "It's enough to keep it secret for a year or two. Sooner or later it will be leaked. We just need to keep improving the process."

"That's right," Zhu Ming nodded. "It seems that military training needs to be started as soon as possible. The riverside is always not as safe as the mountains."

Ju Ming has always wanted to form a security team in the village, but from last year to this year, he has been working on infrastructure construction during the off-season, and there is simply no manpower or time available.

When the wheat is harvested this year, I will be free for most of the month.

When the time comes, a security team of dozens of people will be formed first and trained as the backbone of village soldiers. The remaining young and strong laborers will have to dig weirs and ponds, and infrastructure construction cannot be stopped.

"Sir, village chief, the jute vine has been cut back!"

Zhang Guangdao, Bai Sheng, Shi Biao and others came over carrying several baskets filled with wild rattan.

Ju Ming walked over quickly, bent down and looked carefully, and found that there was nothing special: "Can this kind of rattan really be used?"

Zhang Guangdao said: "Ratan can be found everywhere in the mountains and is usually used to weave baskets. It is more troublesome than bamboo baskets. The rattan must be soaked first. If it is not soaked until it becomes soft, it cannot be weaved."

Ju Ming is making a rattan sign. There can be a variety of raw materials, such as red rattan or jute rattan.

After repeatedly confirming the effectiveness of jute vine, Ju Ming said: "I remember soaking in water for half a month, taking it out to dry for three days. Then soaking it in tung oil, drying it again after soaking, soaking again after drying, and soaking again for about a year. This way

The shield made is indestructible with swords, water and fire, and is very light."

"How much tung oil will be used?" Bai Sheng exclaimed.

"It is quite expensive, but it will be done sooner or later," Ju Ming said. "After the rattan is soaked, next year we will select a few people who can weave rattan baskets. Let them stop farming and make rattan cards every day and give them to them on a daily basis.

Pay wages."

If we fight in Hanzhong and Sichuan, we can definitely train rattan armor soldiers.

At that time, the armor rate will be 100%, and it will be very convenient for mountain raids and battles.

The ignition point of tung oil is more than 400 degrees, which is much higher than that of ordinary firewood. If it encounters a fire attack that is enough to ignite rattan armor, it will actually be the same whether it wears rattan armor or not - all will be burned to death.

Zhu Guoxiang looked at those barren slopes: "Slopes that are not suitable for farming can be planted with tung oil trees. In three or four years, we will be able to produce tung oil by ourselves, and we can produce rattan and rattan armor in large quantities."

Zhang Guangdao was extremely excited after hearing this. He gave Ju Ming a wink, and the two walked away and began to communicate.

"Brother Zhu is preparing to rebel?" Zhang Guangdao asked in a low voice.

Ju Ming didn't admit it, but he didn't deny it either. He just said: "Sharpening your sword does not waste time chopping firewood. You must first build your armor to guard against bandits in the mountains."

Zhang Guangdao smiled happily: "I understand."

"Do you really want to rebel?" Zhu Ming couldn't help but ask.

Zhang Guangdao said: "I can't read a few words, and I don't understand any big principles. But I travel a lot and know a lot of people. This world does not leave a way for good people to survive. Even though Daming Village is very prosperous, it's better to change a few more places."

Sooner or later, the magistrate and bookkeeper will take action against Daming Village. Instead of sending troops, they will come to clean up the people and clear the fields so that we can pay more taxes. At that time, we will either be honest and obedient, or we will rebel, or we will have to retreat to the mountains.

bandit."

"You can see far," Zhu Ming put his hand on Zhang Guangdao's shoulder and said in his ear, "If you want to rebel, just study with my father. Recognize a few more words and learn to calculate complicated accounts, otherwise you will not be able to become a commander-in-chief.

."

"I remember." Zhang Guangdao nodded heavily.

One boat after another, they sailed up the river.

"Dalang!"

Zheng Hong waved and shouted from a distance.

The Zheng family's boat stopped at the riverside and did not enter the creek. Dozens of "immigrants" were also there waiting for arrangements.

The last batch of spring tea produced in Daming Village is being transported to the ship.

There are also many local specialties, such as bambooware, woodware, herbs, poultry, etc., which are also sold to the Zheng family at very low prices. The ship is still not full, and they have to go to Shangbaicun and Xiabaicun to buy some goods, such as the Baijia

Tuancha is not sold out in spring.

"Taoist Master, this is Zhu Dalang, and that is Mr. Zhu." Zheng Hong introduced.

Perhaps because of the news about his master, Xue Daoguang seemed a little anxious. After saying hello to Zhu Ming, he walked straight to Zhu Guoxiang.

Zhang Boduan, the real person of Ziyang, emerged in Taizhou, Zhejiang in his later years. Most of his disciples were active in Shaanxi, and their disciples and grandchildren had no idea of ​​the whereabouts of their ancestor.

"Xue Daoguang, a poor Taoist, has seen Mr. Zhu face to face." Xue Daoguang made a Taoist salute.

Zhu Guoxiang didn't understand, so he just bowed and responded: "I have met Taoist Xue."

Xue Daoguang was a little disappointed, and continued to test: "Three, five, one, and all are three characters. There are very few ancient and modern scholars. East, three, south, and two together form five, and north, one, west, and four are the same."

What slang?

Zhu Guoxiang heard a question mark on his forehead and said confusedly: "Taoist Master Xue, my poetry is not very good."

Xue Daoguang also said: "Yellow buds and white snow are not difficult to find, but those who master them must follow the Tao and travel deeply. The four images and five elements are all borrowed from the earth, how can the three yuan and eight trigrams be separated from Ren."

"I don't understand Yin Yang Bagua either." Zhu Guoxiang said.

Xue Daoguang was silent.

Zhu Guoxiang didn't know what to say. He thought the Taoist priest was mentally ill.

Xue Daoguang asked again: "Did you write "Journey to the West"?"

Zhu Guoxiang pointed to his son: "This book was written by Quanzi."

"excuse me!"

Xue Daoguang walked up to Ju Ming again: "First, use the heaven and earth as a cauldron, and then cook it with black rabbit medicine. At the same time, you can drive the two things back to the zodiac and win the golden elixir."

Zhu Ming thought for a while and replied: "The earth shakes the high hills, and the streams and mountains are beautiful for eternity; the door faces the sea, and the three rivers merge and flow for thousands of years."

After speaking, he remained silent, his eyes wide open and his eyes wide open.

Chicken talks to duck.

Xue Daoguang felt that his Taoist heart was about to be broken, so he had to start talking humanly: "Did you write "Journey to the West"?"

Ju Ming's mind was spinning rapidly, and he said vaguely: "Listen to what an old Taoist said, and I'll polish it into a novel."

Xue Daoguang's breathing became rapid and he quickly asked: "What does the old Taoist look like?"

Ju Ming said: "The old Taoist appeared on a desert island overseas, built a few thatched houses, and grew some food himself. He wore ordinary linen clothes and had a bun on his head. He looked like he was seventy or eighty years old, but his complexion was

Ruddy, skin as delicate as a baby. How to describe it, by the way...gold-haired and childlike!"

"Has the old Taoist said his name or title?" Xue Daoguang became anxious.

Ju Ming shook his head: "He didn't say anything, he just told stories to my father and son."

Xue Daoguang asked again: "Where is the desert island?"

Ju Ming still shook his head: "I don't know."

"How could you not know?" Xue Daoguang stepped forward suddenly and reached out to grab Ju Ming's wrist.

Damn, you are so strong!

Zhu Ming tried his best to break free, took two steps back and said, "Taoist Priest, please calm down."

Xue Daoguang also realized that he had lost his composure. He stood there and took a deep breath. After calming down, he asked: "Why don't you know where the desert island is?"

Ju Ming said: "My father and son were sailing out to sea and encountered strong winds and waves. There were dark clouds covering the sky above our heads, and in front of us were pouring rain and mountainous waves. We drifted for more than half a month before arriving at a deserted island. How could we still distinguish clearly?

direction?"

"Then how did you come back?" Xue Daoguang asked again.

Ju Ming said: "Somehow, the return journey went smoothly and we naturally arrived at the shore."

Xue Daoguang observed Ju Ming's expression carefully: "You are lying."

"Maybe." Zhu Ming was too lazy to explain.

This state of being without desires and desires made Xue Daoguang unsure.

Zhu Ming asked curiously: "What's the matter with the Taoist priest?"

"Nothing," Xue Daoguang suddenly said, "Your eyes are full of divine light and your aptitude is excellent. Are you willing to follow me to practice Taoism?"

"Taoist, the village is very poor and I really don't have much money," Zhu Ming pointed at Zheng Hong and said, "Brother Zheng has a rich family, so he can worship the Taoist."

I’m not here to cheat money!

Xue Daoguang almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.

(Ask for monthly ticket.)


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