[Comprehensive master Naruto] The daimyo of the country of fire is in a panic

The dome is vast, the clouds and mountains are moving, and the sunlight is white, almost melting the wings of eagles.

The eagle's eyes looked down at the earth without blinking, and a thin gray-black line across the field was reflected in his pupils.This line starts from a mountain col in the southwest, passes through green and brown fields, extends almost straight to the northeast, and merges into an exceptionally clear river.

The eagle's wings twisted sideways and its head moved slightly. The raptor gradually stopped circling, tightened its wings, and began to dive toward the ground.

The field is decomposed into flowers composed of leaves, and the field ridges become three-dimensional. The thin lines gradually widen, and several thinner gray lines intersect with them. The gray embankment and the dark gray canal bottom form a sharp contrast.The wheel-shaped waterwheel rotates endlessly, and the sound of flowing water is mixed in the wind.The goshawk continued to swoop steadily until it could clearly see the veins of the plants and the sand on the bottom of the water——

"Pfft--" It hovered urgently, and used its momentum to flap a ball of white hair on the ground with its wings.

"Ouch!" Vimana opened his sleepy eyes and shook his head like a rattle, "Why are you hitting me? Instant!"

"I don't know why, but I want to come over when I see you." The falcon named Shun backed away cautiously, preparing to avoid the crop field and take off again on the dirt road at the top of the slope.

Vimana rolled his eyes and gathered strength on his hind legs: "Hey, you are just a younger brother on the ground, stupid bird."

"...Don't, don't come here! I have new feathers! Ah!"

In the farmland, a young eagle from the mountains was laughing and playing with a young lion from the forest. Everything was so peaceful.

I wore a hat and walked alone in the fields. Mud and grass stalks got in through the gaps in my straw shoes, pricking my toes.

Escape is shameful, but useful.Developing agriculture is a high-sounding reason that can make me appear to be "working hard" and dive into the sand like an ostrich, keeping my mother's illness, Sakahara's intentions, the infiltration of the Land of Thunder, and other issues out of my mind. .

Two peasant women carrying bamboo baskets saluted me at the edge of the field. One of them had a doll tied with a piece of cloth on her chest.

"Have you finished pulling out the weeds in your field?" I asked them to stand up and asked the older woman.

The woman secretly raised her eyes to look at me, her dark face glowing red: "Finish pulling it out! We were reluctant to pull out those dogtail grasses in the past, they are worth one person's meal!"

Another woman also said cheerfully: "Thanks to you, sir, for telling us that the weeds hurt the seedlings, so we ruthlessly pulled them all out. Sure enough! The seedlings grew much stronger this year than in previous years! They are tall and green. ! It’s delightful to look at!”

"Ah, ah!" The baby struggled to twist its body.

I smiled, shook his little hand, and corrected the peasant woman: "The one I asked you to pull is called 'barnyard grass'. It competes with the rice for nutrients and makes the rice grow shriveled and short, so it is a vicious weed."

"Ah!" The peasant women looked back at the blades of grass in the bamboo basket with disgust, "What's this bad thing doing with it? Sir, let the guy with the fried hair burn the abacus ball!"

Someone behind me burst out laughing: "Did you hear that, Madara? Now your Fire Release is famous all over the world! Even ordinary village women know about it!"

Soon, with the sound of fist-to-flesh struggle, the two teenagers rolled in front of me.

The peasant women whispered to each other and snickered. I took off my hat to separate the two of them: "I say, you two, please maintain your manners in front of ladies."

"We don't dare to take this!" The peasant women laughed, and the babies waved their hands as if they were joining in the fun.Madara's ears turned red, and Hashirama laughed heartlessly.

I left the two of them to dry and continued to tell the farmer woman: "Don't throw away this grass. Pile it outside the village gate. Someone will collect it."

"Yes! We all listen to the adults! We will never touch anything the adults want!"

"Is it convenient for you to get water now?"

"It's so convenient! As soon as the new waterwheel turns and the gate opens, the water will flow into the ditch by itself, so we can save trouble!"

"Is the field draining quickly? Are there enough gaps between the plants? Are there many bugs? Are fertilizers applied carefully?" Every farmer I meet asks a lot of questions as a matter of routine.

They responded one by one and finally passed my test. They hurriedly took their children home to cook.

After entering the dog days of summer, the weather was extremely sultry. Even though it was close to Shenzheng, the temperature was still almost [-] degrees.I fanned myself with my hat and glanced sideways at the ninjas: "How about another ten cents?"

"No fight, no fight." Hashirama smiled like a silly son of a landlord.

"What a pity," I read, walking towards the ditch. "If you don't want to fight, just follow me."

The willow trees follow the embankment and look up to observe the terrain.The water in the canal flows through the summer, and the stone moss remains green all year round.But unlike the common stone embankments or even earth embankments of this era, the slope protection of this canal is made of a gray-black material bonded with stones buried a hundred years ago. The old and new are integrated into one, and they continue to carry out irrigation for this area. The flow of water from the land.

Hashirama squatted by the canal and poked the side slope with his fingers: "Why do you call it 'cement'? This name doesn't reflect its solidity at all."

"His Highness thought of it and called it like this. It's no better than the 'Earth Release·Secret Technique' that you mentioned - the technique of breathing soil and flowing soil to fill the flood." Madara picked off a grass leaf and held it in his mouth.

My first reaction was "This naming method is worthy of you, Hashirama", and then I thought: "Eh? The allusion you used -"

Hashirama shook his head: "It's the story told in the Book of Documents... about the 'tickling' moment' fish."

I think too much.

"The story of 'Yao, Shun, and Yu'. Yu's father Gun stole the soil and was punished by Yao. Yu took over his father's role in controlling the floods - the whole thing had nothing to do with fish."

"Hahahaha!" Madara couldn't hold back his laughter anymore.

The curvature of Hashirama's smile was a little embarrassed, so I stopped smiling and explained: "'Soil' actually refers to the land in the fallow period. The upper fertile soil that was loosened with manpower was used by Gun to block floods, and the rest The soil became barren and the people had no land to cultivate in the coming year, so Yao wanted to kill Gun."

"Oh!" Both of them suddenly realized.Madara scratched his head: "The cause and effect should be explained clearly in the book. Otherwise, no one tells us about this kind of thing. How would we know?"

"Because people who wrote books in the past would carve their words on bamboo slips for preservation, which was troublesome and took up space, so I had to consider the words and sentences to be as concise as possible."

"Oh——" They both nodded.Hashirama held his chin, his eyes shining brightly: "Your Highness knows a lot!"

I blushed: "The grass, reeds, wheat straw, bamboo and other materials pulled by the peasant woman just now can be used to make paper. I hired some craftsmen from the town to study it. In a few days, we may consider printing books. The paper can be Write more words, and then you two can explain it in plain language to future generations."

The two of them said together: "Your Highness really knows a lot!"

"Ahem, let's take a look along the ditch. This cement has been soaked for almost a month. Are there any cracks?" I lowered my head, looking for cracks in the ground that didn't exist.

"Hey, okay!" Hashirama stepped across the water, leaving a series of ripples: "I'm responsible for watching your side, and you're responsible for watching my side, Madara."

"Row."

The two of them took the initiative to arrange things clearly, and I was very happy and followed behind with my clogs in hand.

Madara's back was dangling in front of me. He was already more than half a hand taller than me. His hair was longer than his shoulders and was still stubbornly growing. A few strands were stuck to his neck with sweat. The itch made him lift his head from time to time. Hands scratching.

I poked his back, took off the spare hair tie from my wrist and handed it over: "It will make you feel better if you tie your hair up."

He twisted around suddenly, landed like a light leopard, and faced me head-on with his safe body: "...No..."

"You don't want me to," Hashirama came over at some point and shook his shoulder-length hair, "I'm hot too."

"Thank you for the gift, Your Highness." Madara immediately took the hairband away.

"Eh? Don't you want it?"

"At least it's better than giving it to you."

I watched the tug-of-war between the two until I realized that the plain silk headband was in danger of being torn apart by four hands: "I still have one, so why fight?"

So the three ponytails swung and swung, and the three people walked across the canal.We are all empty-handed at this moment, but we have many things, even if it is only for this short moment: water, fields, sunshine... and peace.

Madara suddenly asked me: "What will Your Highness do with that rice house?"

The weather was too hot, so I subconsciously put my hair into a bun, thought about it and then let it go: "The people behind Yonewu boss found ways to follow Sakahara Chinobu."

I sneered, "They said that the owner of the rice house and the owner of Suwa were just normal business exchanges."

Madara snorted coldly: "It seems that in their eyes, there is nothing that cannot be traded."

"It doesn't matter," I kicked a clod away, "They are right, business information is sold, and the owner of Miwu cannot be blamed for this matter. It is best for him to keep communicating and let Beibian feel at ease. "

"Until I decided to uproot it."

Madara smelled the smell of blood in the words and bit off the grass stalk.

The canal is actually not that long, only about one-third of the old canal. The scale of the project is small, so it can be completed in just two months.We walked to the end of the canal in silence, and Hashirama suddenly shouted: "Your Highness! Why is the cement factory missing? How about such a big factory?"

"The transportation here is inconvenient. It neither produces clay nor gypsum. There will be no more projects to be built for the time being. Material transportation requires human and financial resources. In order to reduce costs, I decided to move it to Gray Town."

"Why not build it under Saga Castle?" Madara asked.

"Because there will be air pollution where the cement factory is built, the population near Huilu City is smaller and the forest coverage is higher, which can absorb pollutants."

The two of them seemed to understand: "Well..."

Hashirama still had a look of pity on his face: "I still remember that you worked so hard to find the right formula! As a result, Master Sakahara asked three of the seven skilled workers to leave, and one of the remaining four was from Earth Country. The fine workmanship of the Shangshui family!"

I want to laugh when I think of that ninja from the Shang Shui family. His professional level is low, but he can actually deceive Hyuga Masanori's eyes. He dares to eat the public food of my Muto family even though he doesn't know any craftsmanship. His professional level is high. Well... a guy who plays with bees comes to play with lime. Isn't this looking for death?

I was so eager to get the cement that I told him in detail: "In order to ensure that the fired cement has sufficient viscosity and hardness, the temperature in the vertical kiln must be maintained at [-] degrees."

"What's one thousand three hundred degrees?" he asked with a pale face.

"It's about two hundred degrees lower than the melting temperature of iron, and about three hundred degrees higher than the maximum burning temperature of charcoal."

"What is the temperature at which iron melts?"

"About fifteen hundred degrees."

"What's one thousand five hundred degrees?"

"...You'd better get a stone grinder. Limestone, clay and burned cement all have to be ground into fine powder - yes, your boy drives the mule for me, and you will be able to do this."

Fortunately, before I could get mad to death, he had a mental breakdown because too many bugs died.The result of a spy's breakdown is to be subdued effortlessly.

But when I think of Sakahara Chinobu again, I lose my smile.Not only did my pen-typing boss demand that I hand over the cement formula and skilled craftsmen, but he also sent his youngest son Kudo Shin--Sakahara Shinichi Tomaki to come and turn over my factory. If it weren't for that kid being reasonable and able to advance and retreat, If you didn't mess up my arrangements, I would have...

What can I do?

Sakahara did not get the job done. In exchange, he sent a group of stonemasons and masons to help me build new canals. Once the professionals arrived, Senju, Nara, and Yamazaka were forced by the unscrupulous party to do non-business work. The adult ninjas were granted amnesty.After the repairs were completed, the craftsmen did not ask for any more wages and did not leave, so I arranged for them to build a new workshop in Huilu not far away.

I feel like I am a useful program in Sakahara's hands, automatically helping him come up with and test new ideas. If he thinks it is feasible, he can use it himself. He also has to give me four stars in the app store and write down his words openly. People's comments: "Reduced one star, lest you be proud."

"Your Highness, what will this open space be used for in the future?" Hashirama tugged on my sleeve.

Forget it, it’s not because of Sakahara that I’m thinking hard about new methods and new ways out. "It is used to build a paper factory. Enough cement has been left before the move. Construction will start tomorrow. Hashirama, Madara, relying on his own strength to farm the land, can only eat enough, but cannot get rich."

Both of them were confused: "Why? Is white rice very valuable?"

"Why is white rice valuable? Why is money valuable? I just ask you, if I could triple or even quintuple food production, without considering other factors, would white rice still be so valuable?"

"...Probably not?" They all understand the simple truth that rare things are more valuable.

"Therefore, industry and commerce must also develop. For example, operating a papermaking factory can use agricultural production residues to create commodities, provide employment opportunities for farmers, liberate women from household handicrafts, allowing them to make money to supplement their families and improve their living standards..."

Both Hashirama and Madara frowned in understanding: "So good? Then why don't we focus on developing industry and commerce to make money first?"

I pointed to the crop field in front of me. "Why did the Kingdom of Wind attack us at the end of last year? Because their agriculture is underdeveloped, and their commerce is limited by the climate and transportation costs are extremely high. Therefore, the entire system collapsed when there was a drought, and they had to rely on war to divert internal conflicts. If we want to let things go, The food problem must be solved as a priority, and within three years, the food output of the Fire Nation must be at least doubled."

Hashirama and Madara looked at me with a complicated look, and I grabbed their wrists through my sleeves: "So it doesn't matter even if Sakahara wants to use me. He hopes that the situation in the Country of Fire will be stable as much as I do, otherwise he would have long ago Take action on me. I can do a lot of things for the entire Fire Nation. I need his help. I need anyone's help - as long as he is willing to stand on the side of the Fire Nation. Within ten years, everyone in the Fire Nation must Everyone can have enough to eat.”

Two pairs of dark eyes shone like stars, Madara grabbed my sleeve, and Hashirama directly held my hand.

"Okay, as long as you get the idea, let go, it's so hot." Within three seconds, I awkwardly took my hand out and looked at the rice fields to continue thinking.

The ditch lies at your feet, and the water flows slowly. The smell of agricultural fertilizer is neutralized by the fragrance of grass and trees. Under the sun, the grass leaves are green/dropping.