Infrastructure maniacs from the East

Xu Tian has been having nightmares since he saw the execution, from how he forced Catherine to cut off the bastard's thing with his own hands, to the fact that this unworthy garbage chrysanthemum is covered with a mace and flows out from an indescribable part The bright red blood stained the head and left the neck at the end, and the scene in the dream was repeated over and over again. Within two days, Lord Xu, who had a good sleep quality, had dark circles under his eyes.

This is a heart disease. Xu Tian knows how it came about and how to cure it. He just needs to vent his emotions and force himself to eat more red food. It was really difficult for the fingers, so on the surface, he said that he was a salted fish, but in fact, the lord of the foodie worked hard to develop the old noodles, and held a grand banquet by himself. Let the servants enjoy food made of wheat, which they never dared to dream of before.

But this is not enough, he crazily misses pepper, red pepper, and millet pepper, and misses his hometown food. When he vented his emotions in the previous life, he obviously did not use the method of crazy eating, but everything has changed here, waking up every day. When he came here, he was missing his hometown crazily. From his parents and relatives, to electric lights, wires, air conditioners, toilets, to mobile phones, and even the few meters of papers he made before the college entrance examination, he felt extremely intimate, but all of them are here. Without a trace, the only memory he could find was food.

Eat, make a lot of delicious food, and fill your stomach and heart together.

He said this to himself and did so, but the effect didn’t seem to be too ideal. Thinking about it, after all, the taste of his hometown is still too different from here. The most essential point is that his staple food in the past was rice. And here it is pasta.

I don't want to go home when I'm full.

This is hypnosis for himself, and also the most helpless reality. When Xu Tian dreamed again at night, it was not the guillotine and his own bewitchment, but the hometown that was already somewhat blurred, separated by a layer of white mist, but he couldn't get through it anyway. The place.

"I have blood on my hands, can I go back?"

Confused words drifted back and forth in the room and gradually became fragmented, but the person who asked the question did not intend to get an answer. The next morning he woke up again with a very energetic Lord Xu, which made the person who had been worried recently The butler heaved a sigh of relief. During this period of time, the lord's abnormality was as obvious as the moon in the night. They didn't dare to disturb him. Fortunately, they had returned to normal.

The merchants have been living in the castle for several days. Although they are very satisfied with the food and accommodation here, making money is the main purpose of their trip. They have made several trading requests before but were rejected by the housekeeper. They called back in a hurry. Fortunately, Lord Xu can finally find time to meet them. The housekeeper dare not handle this kind of matter with full authority, after all, it is related to financial power.

The long-lost smell, the long-lost body shape, the table that entertained them was still placed in a corner, and the housekeeper who knew the elegance from the sound of the strings had already dragged the white-haired table out to wash and continue to recycle waste. It is a bit embarrassing. There seemed to be a lot of merchants who came this time, and there was really no room for a single table, but the lord is the lord after all, and the merchants elected a representative to sit on the table after a very short period of time after the agricultural officer's vague reminder, and waited. Great meals and after-dinner negotiations.

The reception this time was much simpler than the previous ones, but it still surprised the merchants - steamed buns.

Wheat, the product of the failure of the old flour fermentation.

As long as you are not a fool, you can see the sincerity of the lord's transaction. After implicitly implying that it can be stored for three days, the merchants put it in their clothes with interest, and then decisively started with the lord who obviously doesn't like to talk nonsense. After business, it is still pottery and acorn powder. They will be very interested in pickles if they see them, but Xu Tian has no intention of letting these 'blacks' enter the castle.

This time Xu Tian didn't forget to ask them to bring all kinds of stones and plants - both of which can be sold at high prices, and the main types of Xu Daling's main types are not too large, although they can't be repeated, but You can still do this kind of business.

Crashing gold coins and food entered the castle, and clay pots with acorn powder were carried out one by one. From the merchants' point of view, the quantity they wanted was actually a lot, but Lord Xu, who grew up in the country of infrastructure madness, It means sprinkle water.

Many of the slaves brought by the merchants were left behind, Xu Tian could only respond with a wry smile - keeping these slaves can effectively alleviate the problem of manpower shortage, but it also acquiesced to the fact of the slave trade, he really I don't know what to do, so I can only bury my head and be an ostrich.

Straw is much more useful than imagined. After being turned into small grids, it can be used not only to make beds and roofs, but also to make clothes. Those with holes or ordinary craftsmanship can be changed into desires. Those that are broken and useless can still be made. Fertilizer, like cattle, is very useful from head to toe, from bone to flesh. Although the quality is the same, the quantity is huge!

The quality is not enough and the quantity is enough. Under the stumbling command and mandatory requirements of Lord Xu, everyone in the castle put on fashionable straw clothes within a week. Brother Xu in a swimsuit is already content.

There is no technical content at all in the production of grass clothes. Straw is woven into pieces and then worn with hemp rope. From a modern perspective, it is wrapped with mats (horizontal and vertical style) and then strangled with straw rope in the middle. The better ones will be divided into the parts that are strangled, and the better ones will use straw rope to make two straps on the top. The lower body does not pay attention to the difference between men and women. They are all exotic grass skirts. Lord Xu has already There have been many occasions when stalks have been seen on the ground, apparently dropped by someone.

This is of course not the best way, but Xu Tian has tried his best now. After all, hemp is still soaking in water and kudzu has not been found yet, and even the nettles that are easy to cause allergies are gone. That's right, you must not be too demanding as a human being. After paper is made, maybe everyone can dress more decently. Let's just make do with it for now.

The group of slaves who were sent again was taken away by Ma Liu's group. They went to eat something and then checked their bodies. After making sure that there was no disease, they could get along with the original slaves. Lord Xu's heart was still soft after all.

The green manure and farmyard manure that had been sprinkled so hard finally showed some results—the wheat in Lord Xu’s field looked extraordinarily energetic and grew very fast, that is to say, the people here don’t have any concept of data, otherwise they only need to measure it They knew that the wheat on Xu Tian's side was at least one slap higher than the ones they planted themselves, the slap of an adult.

The fertilizer brings not only the growth of the crops, but also the lush weeds. Even if the weeds are cut and the roots are removed, the wind blows hard for a few days. Very irritable.

If they don’t have a specific idea when the crops are not ready for harvest, then the comparison with the manure-filled vegetable garden is very obvious—every kind, pay attention to every kind, every kind of crop is better than their own. Even the most experienced farmers will be speechless when they see this scene, not to mention that it is easy The free folk are bluffed.

"This is a blessing from God."

They said it swearingly, more fanatical than the most devout believers.

"Those are no longer filthy, the lord has turned them into good things that only gods can use."

Under the various 'miracles' performed by the lord before, everyone spontaneously found an excuse for the fertilizer, and the housekeeper behind the scenes only needed to take timely action to control the wind direction.

What, what are you talking about, what is it called, oh, fertilizer (Xu Tian's language for planting flowers) is not a blessing from God?

I warn you to take this sentence back, otherwise you will be beaten to death before reaching your own home. Our lord is a god in the sky, and what he brings is not a blessing from God!

What, you said good things don't have such a strange smell?

You know what a fart, of course it won’t smell like this when used in the sky, but this is the world. Have you ever seen a lord grow wings and fly to the sky? It's different, and so what if the good things that can make crops grow have a little taste, don't use them if you have the ability!

Well, under the constant brainwashing of the housekeeper, the saying that the lord is a god from the sky has been believed by most people, and various reasons have been found for Xu Tian's lack of any special abilities. It can be said that the filter is quite thick.

But this is actually not surprising. After all, they have never seen so many good things, nor have they seen such a good lord. In a sense, there is actually no difference between Xu Tian and the gods.

"Aren't you afraid someone will steal it?"

The housekeeper has been worried ever since he saw the effect of farmyard manure on crops.

"...the Holy Flame will help me punish them."

Thinking about the various adverse reactions caused by improper fertilization, the leaves are browned, the stems are blackened, the stems are blackened, and the plants are withered, Lord Xu first thanked some of the identification techniques that he spent most of the time on, and then the rare idea of ​​pretending to appear , After thinking about it carefully, he said something that seemed to be very lofty.

'You are a demon and say fire is sacred? ! '

Lord Xu didn't know what the housekeeper was thinking, because the old fox's superficial skills were really good.

As for the fact that someone farmed manure and applied it improperly, not only did not achieve the effect of increasing production, but also turned himself into a slave after the incident came out...

The author has something to say: Small Theater Xu Tian: This is Nongjiafei’s subordinate: The lord is using magic again Butler: The fact that the lord is a demon today has not been discovered—————

日常想不出辱骂——————感谢在2020-03-3117:24:51~2020-03-3122:46:18期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 in Ah Zhong;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: apples with pineapple skins, don’t want to talk, 10 bottles of house and house; 5 bottles of Ah Zhong;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!