Da Jin

It was late at night, and Zhou Fuli couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

Pacing back and forth sadly, the swaying oil lamp shakes the figure into pieces.

I don't know how long it has been, so I can't help but sigh, "It seems that it is still not feasible to write articles like the ancients."

The four books and five classics, poems, songs, and scriptures learned by this body are only stored in the mind after all, and they cannot be integrated. It is fine for him to recite them, but it is impossible for him to write them himself.

As the No. 1 scholar of the Jin Dynasty and a little sage in the literary world, he will not be able to write articles in the future. How can he cover it up.

It's really like standing on the edge of a cliff all the time, don't worry.

"Forget it." After a while, Zhou Fuli sighed, "At least I bought some time by taking the risk, so let's figure out a way when I get up early tomorrow."

He scooped up his sleeves, ready to blow out the oil lamp.

At this time, on the arm exposed by pulling up the sleeve, a particularly conspicuous, palm-sized birthmark flashed past his eyes.

With such a big birthmark, when Zhou Fuli was born, everyone in the Zhou family was worried. They went to the medical clinic and invited Taoist priests, but they still found nothing. No one could explain why.

As Zhou Fuli grew up, the birthmark was just like a weird painting on his arm, and there was nothing abnormal. In addition, he was quickly attracted by Zhou Fuli's extraordinary learning ability, and Zhou Fuli Up and down were overjoyed and quickly forgot about it.

The former robot Zhou Fuli didn't pay much attention to the birthmark, but now, he couldn't help being taken aback when he saw it.

Others can't recognize what this painting is, but he knows it.

This is not just a big truck pattern, but also a very familiar big truck.

He traveled to this era because he was driving a big truck to pull the goods from the farm into the city, but the mountain road slipped, he braked suddenly, and the big truck rolled over and fell off the cliff...

Zhou Fuli was a student of the Agricultural University in his last life. After graduation, he went directly to the professor's organic farm, and he did a great job.

Looking at the pattern on the arm, this is definitely the big truck he used to have on the farm, and the parts on the door that haven't been repainted because of scratches are exactly the same.

"How did it become a birthmark?"

He originally thought that what he brought to this era was nothing but the soul, but he didn't expect such a familiar pattern to exist.

I was a little sleepy at first, but now I suddenly became interested. I brought the oil lamp closer and started to observe.

It's like a very realistic tattoo.

Fortunately, people in ancient times didn't know big trucks, otherwise they wouldn't have regarded him as a monster.

It is said that this painting is realistic because even the frame of the food on the car can be clearly seen.

"This basket should be Chinese cabbage..."

"This basket of red peppers looks really nice."

He himself watched and planted them on the farm, and now he can see them again in this different era, and it feels very cordial.

But after all, it is only a palm-sized pattern, and it takes a lot of effort to see it clearly.

Zhou Fuli opened his eyes wide, concentrating on the distinction.

Suddenly, my eyes became sour and dizzy for a while.

Before he could react, he was so shocked by what he saw that his mind went blank.

There was a strange space in front of him. In the middle of the space was a series of large trucks, surrounded by a void darker than night, which seemed to be able to swallow everything.

"What's going on?" Zhou Fuli thought he was wrong.

The familiar baskets of white radishes, mushrooms, potatoes, cowpeas, green beans, oranges on the truck...

A few baskets of duck eggs, and a basket of goose eggs...

There are also several barrels of crayfish with eggs on their gills, and several barrels of fish with bulging bellies. These are seedling shrimp and fish. Someone ordered them from the farm. He happened to pass by the customer on the way to the city, so he took them with him. up.

There are also a bunch of messy agricultural products. The farm has a complete range of varieties. Every time I go to the city to deliver goods to the community, I will pull some of each category.

"This……"

Just as he was inexplicably surprised, his mind felt dizzy again. There was nothing in front of him that he saw just now, only the palm-sized painting on his arm.

"A hallucination?"

Zhou Fuli was a little uncertain, because what he saw just now was too real. Even if he had to think about the things on the truck now, he couldn't remember all the things so clearly, even the number was not too big or too small.

Somewhat puzzled, he carefully observed the pattern on his arm.

Constantly concentrating, after a while, I came to that strange space again in a flash.

"..." Zhou Fuli.

This time when I came in, I was much calmer than last time.

After confirming it, it was undoubtedly his big truck.

It's really amazing, but it's inexplicable that he can travel to this era, and now it's just one more unexplainable thing.

Zhou Fuli carefully looked at the goods on the big truck, then his eyes fell on several baskets of duck eggs, and his eyes flashed.

In ancient times, it was not that there was no way to control locusts. After experiencing countless locust plagues, the ancients also summed up some practical methods. These methods have lasted for a long time in history and have pivotal research value. Even in It is also often used in modern times. It is not only natural and environmentally friendly, but also does not pollute the environment like the use of pesticides.

Anyone who majors in agriculture should have read information on the control of locusts by swarms of ducks.

As long as there are enough ducks, there will always be a time when the locusts will be eaten up.

Zhou Fuli seemed to think of something, and the expression on his face became weird.

Who said that the essay on withdrawing locusts has to be written?

Compared with the useless sacrificial oration, he can come up with a more effective and practical method, and after some operation, it may just be able to solve the current urgent need and tide over the difficulties.

Moreover, ducks feed on locusts, which greatly reduces their dependence on food. Although the people of the Jin Dynasty are poor, they can keep their crops, and they can’t spend much food. In the end, a flock of ducks is worthless. No matter how you look at it, it is a good deal.

For ducks, locusts are high in protein and are definitely the most nutritious and delicious ration.

one stone two bird.

However, there are still differences between ancient ducks and modern ducks, not only ducks, but also other poultry.

Humans will subconsciously breed large and good breeds, so that after generations of optimization, in modern times, poultry of the same breed will basically be larger than ancient ones.

Zhou Fuli said in his heart, it would be great if he could take out these baskets of duck eggs and hatch them. He would definitely be the vanguard in eradicating locusts.

Just thinking about it, I was taken aback suddenly, because the baskets of duck eggs just disappeared in front of me.

"This……"

Zhou Fuli hadn't been in this strange space for a long time, he was wondering, and returned to reality in a blink of an eye.

It's just that there are a few baskets of familiar duck eggs in front of me.

"This……"

It can really be taken out.

Zhou Fuli tried again curiously, and the final result was that he was able to take things out from that space, but once he took them out, he couldn't put them back again.

It's a pity, if only I could bring a storage space with me.

However, this disappointment was soon overshadowed by surprise. His large truck of goods might allow him to stand firm and survive in this era. Didn’t he just see the few baskets of duck eggs that reminded him This classic method.

Anyway, let him walk on thin ice to become a saint, he can't do it, just writing articles will make it difficult for him, and it doesn't fit his character.

Zhou Fuli was inexplicably surprised and couldn't fall asleep. Unexpectedly, the first night he came here made him think of how to solve the problem of withdrawing locusts that had been bothering him. Of course, the details still need to be pondered.

After hiding a few baskets of duck eggs under the bed, he tossed and turned on the bed.

The duck eggs cannot be exposed, otherwise he will not be able to explain their origin, but it is easy to handle. Tomorrow, let Uncle Zhang and Aunt Lin go to Luoyang to buy old hens and duck eggs, and then he will mix them together...

As for the acquisition of old hens, of course they are used to incubate ducklings. Although the hatching methods are backward, they are practical, and there are no egg incubators in ancient times.

Moreover, it was originally planned to dismiss Uncle Zhang and Aunt Lin, lest they accidentally see something strange about him.

Just thinking about it like this, I didn't fall asleep until I was too sleepy.

The next day, maybe I was thinking about it, and it wasn't too late to get up.

Zhou Fuli looked at the baskets of duck eggs under the bed for the first time, and made sure that last night was not a dream, so he went out.

At the door, Zhimo was waiting sleepily with his little milk dog in his arms.

Zhou Fuli couldn't wait and said to Zhimo, "Go tell your father and mother, go to Luoyang today to buy some old hens and duck eggs, we will raise them ourselves..."

The sooner the ducks are hatched, he can feel at ease. If he can't write an article, he will use practical actions to present his "Essay on Retiring Locusts".

Why do you have to go to Luoyang to buy?

The people in Dajin are poor, not many families have surplus food, and even fewer can afford to raise poultry, like the mountain villages at the foot of the mountain. to the desired number.

Zhimo gave a half-knowledgeable "Oh" and ran to notify.

Aunt Lin thought that Zhimo had heard it wrong, why did she buy so many old hens and duck eggs, she came here to check it out, and then set off.

Here is some distance from Luoyang, she can't go back to Luoyang on foot, Uncle Zhang will definitely have to drive along, and without a carriage, so many chickens and duck eggs can't be brought back.

As for the money, you can just go to the mansion to withdraw it when you arrive in Luoyang. He is also the imperial prince anyway, so he still has some money. In addition, the Jinling Zhou family always entrusts people to deliver good things to the mansion every new year and festival. I tried countless times and couldn't stop it.

Uncle Zhang and Aunt Lin probably wanted to go early and return early, so they greeted Zhou Fuli and set off.

At this time, only Zhou Fuli, Zhimo, and a little milk dog were left in the yard.

It was as if Zhou Fuli had come to life. Finally, he didn't have to pretend to be a saint all the time. He was so depressed these days that he couldn't breathe. Coupled with the nervous response to various situations, if this continued, he felt that his head would get bigger.

Seeing no one around, I couldn't help taking a deep breath, "It's so cool."

In such a dangerous situation, he didn't think of a way to survive.