Let Go Of That Primordial Man

They grabbed hold of their collars and shook them desperately, screamed loudly in their ears, pinched people, and slapped them in the face.

Amidst the almost frantic first aid provided by a group of nervous villagers, the poor village chief was faced with a half-year-old kid who shyly planned to donate his own urine in front of everyone.

Finally, I was lucky and woke up in time.

Then, when the little old man suddenly woke up, he started shouting crazily as soon as he came back to his senses:

Yes, as long as we can harvest four thousand kilograms of grain twice a year; or even just three thousand kilograms, we can plant anything else.

At the same time, a large chorus of echoes began to ring out from the surrounding crowd.

The opinions of the villagers were unified as never before.

joke! Not to mention that they were all lucky enough to have eaten the so-called rice porridge during Niu Xu's last free clinic; that thick, soft and smooth rice porridge was so delicious in the mouth.

Not to mention, it just tastes like rice.

It is twice as unpalatable as the millet they currently eat the most; but as long as the output can be larger so that they can all fill their stomachs, they are absolutely willing...

Seeing that the villagers had made a decision in such a short period of time.

Niu Xu immediately took out the rice seeds and began to demonstrate with his own hands how to soak the seeds and create a suitable seedbed.

Then, Niu Xu found out with some embarrassment that there was nothing more to come.

Because just soaking the grain seeds and waiting for the grain seeds to germinate would take at least a day; there was no way he could lead thousands of people around these buckets of soaked grain seeds and stay in a daze all day long, right?

The problem is that just letting these people leave will make today's events seem anticlimactic.

These villagers who got up in the middle of the night and rushed over in a hurry would not be very happy.

For this reason, Niu Xu began to look around, until he saw the large circle of dense hills surrounding almost the entire Shiqiao Village, he finally remembered his original plan.

He opened his mouth and asked everyone: How about! You all learn to cook from me.

Afterwards, when he looked at the large group of eyes in front of him that looked extremely blank, Niu Xu realized that he had gone off topic.

For this reason, this guy quickly changed his explanation: I look at the surrounding hills, which are full of wild trees and weeds; how about I take you to clear them out and plant some other crops?

Compared with other villagers, they were a little confused after hearing this.

The little old man who is the head of Shiqiao Village is worthy of being the head of a village. Facing Niu Xu's question, he asked the most critical point in one sentence:

“What are the yields of those other crops?”

In these barren wastelands that were about to be reclaimed, what Niu Xu planned to plant was naturally the corn and sweet potatoes that he had planned for a long time before setting off.

Similarly, because it is because I am afraid that it is time to wait.

Due to the lack of fertilizer, these two crops could not reach the promised yield in some barren lands; in the end Niu Xu decided to quote a conservative figure.

He hesitated for a while and then explained:

These two foods, one is corn that you have eaten, and the other is called sweet potatoes that you have never eaten. They both taste pretty good, but they can only fill your stomach, and their nutritional value is a bit inferior.

By the way, if these two crops are managed carefully, the yield should be no less than that of rice.

After finishing speaking, Niu Xu felt that the surrounding environment suddenly changed and became a bit quiet and scary; the villagers looked at him with strange eyes, as they looked at the village chief's silly son.

This made poor Niu Xu feel a little inexplicable for a moment.

If Niu Xu had the ability to listen to the voice of the other party's soul, he would definitely hear such a crazy roar:

What the heck! Even filling our stomachs is a luxury for us now; what the heck are you! You actually told us that the nutritional value of the large amounts of food that can be grown in such a shabby wasteland is a little less...

*******

In short, no matter how twists and turns the process is.

After everyone agreed to reclaim the surrounding barren hills and plant corn and sweet potatoes, Niu Xu finally didn't have to worry about today's scene. It was already a helpless end at the beginning.

Suddenly, the surrounding mountains were nothing more than barren hills that the villagers chopped down for firewood.

It suddenly became extremely lively. Regardless of whether they were villagers in Shiqiao Village or not, Li Ergou didn't need to call him out; he had already started helping out on his own initiative.

They wielded scythes, hoes, dung forks, and other weird tools.

He even used his own hands to carry out various tasks on the barren hills around Shiqiao Village, amidst the shouts of Niu Xu holding an electric horn.

Such abundant manpower makes this wasteland reclamation work incredibly efficient.

First, the weeds and shrubs all over the mountain were cleared away one by one in a short period of time.

Then, pieces of winding upward terraces were reclaimed one by one; from a distance, such artificial terraces are full of inexplicable beauty...

By this time, it was already after two o'clock noon.

As a very particular Niu Lao Ye, His Majesty the Emperor will naturally not let others do things for him on an empty stomach.

Even if the cultivated terraces do not belong to him at all.

For lunch, Niu Xu deliberately guided a group of women to cook a large pot of rice, which allowed these villagers to enjoy their future staple food in advance.

So, I simmered the broth from canned pork and luncheon meat.

These indigenous people, who were eating rice cultivated from modern cereal seeds for the first time, simply fell into madness.

A large pot with hundreds of mouths was used to cook rice three times in a row, so that these natives could eat it to a basically satisfactory level.

After finishing our belated lunch, it was already after three o'clock.

At this time, it was not long before dark, but Niu Xu was not too worried about this.

Because after reclaiming the wasteland, the remaining sowing work is relatively simple; it is said that there are two new crops, but the planting of sweet potatoes requires the cultivation of sweet potato seedlings first.

Therefore, the only variety that can actually be sown on a large scale today is corn.

Dig a shallow pit, put the corn seeds in, cover it with soil and then sprinkle it with water. The entire corn sowing process is completely over.

It's a completely fool-like operation, you can learn it at a glance...

By about five o'clock, corn seeds had been sown on all seven hills where corn was to be planted.

At this moment, all the villagers participating in the labor cheered loudly, as if what they were planting was not corn, but the hope of a better life in the future.

Instead, Niu Xu was the only one who thought silently.

He knew that even if he did nothing, just relying on high-yielding seeds from the modern plane, the final harvest would surprise these villagers.

However, why not operate it properly to make the output larger?

It would be a good idea to let the villagers weed hard during the day and then apply a little farmyard fertilizer; but compared to the compound fertilizers in the modern plane, the effect is still a bit inferior.

At this moment, a plump water bird flew across the sky.

When passing over Niu Xu's head, a piece of warm bird droppings landed on the forehead of His Majesty Niu Master Niu, who was thinking hard.

Poor Niu Xu suddenly became furious, but when he was planning to kill this blind bird with a strike from heaven and earth, a good idea suddenly came to his mind.