I save the world by summoning players to science

It is not yet the season of wheat harvest, but what will be the future harvest, just looking at the earing wheat in front of you can get a glimpse of the future harvest.

It's not that the deputy has never seen the unharvested wheat growing in the field before, but it was the first time he saw the wheat with so many grains on the ears.

"This is definitely a miracle," he stepped forward, and slowly praised the almost sacred scene in front of him in a sighing tone, "It must be the God of the Earth who blessed this wheat field and blessed the land here .”

"I don't know who the owner of this wheat field is, but it is so lucky to be blessed by the gods."

If it weren't for knowing that he couldn't reach out and touch the blessings that the gods bestowed on others, he would have wanted to pick off an ear of wheat and carry it with him.

Next to him, Nishizawa heard the words of the deputy, and he didn't know what was going on. After hearing the phrase "Gift of the God of the Earth", he suddenly felt some strange feelings in his heart.

He always vaguely felt that the wheat in front of him had nothing to do with that god.

After all, in the past, even those lands that claimed to be blessed by the gods never had such a bumper harvest in the end.

Perhaps it was because he had witnessed the harsh punishment of God, and his belief in the God of Light for many years was suddenly shattered. Compared with the previous piety, Caesar now treats those suffering The gods I admire also have a feeling of being unclear.

... If you use the player's words, it is probably that the filter is shattered all over the place, and I feel that those gods are nothing more than that.

He looked at the green ears of wheat in front of him, at the wheat whose yield had nearly doubled, and felt that it was impossible for the God of the Earth to be so generous.

Looking at all the believers who claimed to have been blessed by the "God of the Earth" in the past, those farmers who devoted themselves to the farmland were not so much blessed by God, as if they had relied on their own decades of blessings. Blood and sweat in exchange for results.

Perhaps part of the reason is that the gods appeared to intervene, but all the merits were added to the gods, and the exploited smiled and knew nothing about it, so that in the end they just felt like everyone else It has to be said that it is a kind of irony that everything is divine.

Of course, he wouldn't say these things that sound a bit outrageous to others. He just looked at the wheat field in front of him and guessed how hard its owner had worked so hard to get this miracle in the end.

Thinking of this, Caesar couldn't help but sighed, he stretched out his hand, and gently stroked these blue ears of wheat.

It may be that he is too close to the wheat field, and the action of rubbing the ears of wheat seems to be a bit suggestive, which makes people feel a little wrong. The owner of the wheat field is carrying a wooden barrel filled with watered biogas slurry from a distance. Seeing his actions, he might have thought of something, and immediately shouted from a distance: "Stop! Don't touch my wheat!"

In the current season of wheat earing, the wheat outside Corunna can be regarded as the most attractive thing for businessmen or travelers in this town.

Generally speaking, businessmen who come and go will avoid science because of their own beliefs, and ordinary people will not dare to start with these ungrown wheat because they mistakenly believe that these are gifts from the gods.But after combining science with these ears of wheat, those people changed their attitude.

When I heard that the wheat was related to science, I thought about the neutral gods believed by farmers—the god of the earth and the god of science. Those who believed in the god of light were worried that they would bring back the new knowledge of "fertilization". No one would believe that because of the relationship that has long since become "openly hostile", there is no scruples about attacking these ears of wheat.

Although those who wanted to take the news out of Corunna to other towns didn't want to spoil the wheat fields too much, but now there are so many merchant travelers coming and going in the peaceful and quiet Corunna every day, everyone comes secretly How can I bear to spoil it...Of course, the money is paid separately, as long as the money is enough, you can pick as many as you want, and they are afraid that they will just pick one and spend money, so they just go whoring for nothing.

He picked up the wooden barrel and rushed over angrily, but saw that Caesar's hands were clean, and carefully poked the wheat in front of him, and it seemed that none of them had no ears.

The owner of the wheat field was slightly less angry, but because he really didn't know what these people were thinking while standing next to his wheat, it was inevitable that they looked at Caesar with a little bit of surprise in their eyes.

On the contrary, the deputy who had been traveling with the caravan all year round reacted quickly and probably understood what the other party was thinking.

... But it is also true, if the ears of wheat grow so full, if they were grown in his field, he can't help but wonder if other people will have some crooked thoughts.

"Sorry, I'm sorry, the wheat in your field is growing really well. It's rare in life to witness a miracle with our own eyes, so we couldn't help but take a second look." The deputy stepped forward and grabbed Caesar's wrist, "We will now Walk."

He looked at Caesar and urged, "Master, we should go now!"

Caesar also knew that he should go.

Setting off with such a caravan, he really shouldn't be so dawdling on the road.But thinking of the group of Scientologists in Cologne who could communicate with each other even if they were thousands of miles apart, his rationality still failed to overcome his emotions in the end.

"Then what, there's still something I can't figure out..." He dawdled and didn't want to face that town again, for fear of facing the disappointed eyes that would appear in front of him in the future.

…After all, those Scientologists who followed him to Nadkilon were so looking forward and excited, looking forward to earning enough money to carry forward science.

Seeing the owner of this wheat field pouring the yellow water from the barrel onto the field, Caesar snorted for a while, chatting out of nothing to try to delay the time.

He looked at the owner of the wheat field who was still working hard, and asked, "Well, your water seems to be a bit dirty, isn't it bad for the wheat?"

I don't know if it was his illusion, but he always felt that the color of the water looked a little too cloudy and chaotic, and there was also a faint smell, as if the water source had been polluted by excrement.

The deputy really convinced his young master that he had nothing to say, but he wanted to talk about it with the other party.

Just like a brave man always dislikes others questioning his own strength, those farmers who have dedicated most of their lives to the fields under their feet must not like those doubts from laymen.

What's more, before this, they were already making people angry.

...Besides, if the water is dirty, it will be dirty. How could this piece of land that has been blessed by the gods be disturbed by it.

The owner of the wheat field curled his lips, but he looked not very angry: "What do you know, it is because of the watering of the swamp that the wheat in my field grows so well." Compared with dung water , he ended up using the word "swamp" which he didn't quite understand, because it sounded more refined to him.

And the anger guessed by the deputy is not enough. Perhaps hearing this kind of question at first made people feel a little irritated, but after a lot of experience, this dissatisfaction also became numb.

After all, a group of guys who have nothing to do with Scientologists and don't even know how to use the swamp fluid, it's obviously normal not to know this.

Originally, it was just a casual remark, but Caesar did not expect that he could really get such an answer.Just listening to the simple words spoken by the other party, the truth that is vaguely revealed underneath is already attractive enough.

Caesar is considered the young master of Noah's firm, and his deputy has been in the industry for many years and is considered to be rich in experience. Almost at this moment, they thought that if the swamp slurry in the mouth of the other party was taken to other towns for sale, it would be accompanied by Corunna. The success stories on the side, how much profit they can get from it in the future.

... If this biogas slurry is really reliable, maybe in the future, their Noah Trading Company will be able to form a caravan dedicated to exporting biogas slurry from Corunna.

Nishizawa subconsciously wanted to ask, but with the miraculous scientific electric light as an example, thinking that this kind of thing that sounds unclear but is extremely magical in use might have something to do with the God of Science, what he said After a pause, the deputy asked the question anxiously first.

The deputy touched the money bag, took out a silver coin and handed it to the other party enthusiastically: "We are new here, can I ask what is going on with this swamp fluid?"

The owner of the wheat field accepted the silver coins, and his attitude seemed to improve a lot: "A Scientologist told us about the usefulness of this swamp in the field. She said that as long as you add water to the field, it will It makes the land more fertile, and it does."

The deputy asked: "Where can I get this swamp liquid? Or should I ask those Scientologists to get it?"

The face of the owner of the wheat field became extremely bright for a moment: Where did you get it from the Scientologists?But this thing can be produced and sold on its own.

Anyway, I recently learned from Millie, who took in Scientologists, that the girl called Homework is going to teach people to use excrement and urine to make fertilizer, so that she can make fertilizer at home in the future.

But to be honest, depending on the growth of these crops, these things may really become a hot commodity in the future, and selling excrement may become a general trend in the future...

Thinking of this, he didn't know what was going on, but when he thought that this kind of thing might become one of the commodities in the future, and appeared in the market, even if he knew that these could be considered good things, he still couldn't hold back his response one time.

"You don't need to look for those Scientologists. The swamp fluid is just outside the city. Anyone can take it at will." He has long been tired of saying the word "cesspit". If you don't believe me, you will only think that he is joking too much, so now he simply omits this simpler and more straightforward vocabulary.

Instead of saying it like it is and causing the other party's dissatisfaction, it is better to let them find the truth directly.He thought so, and then directly implemented this concept when he gave directions to the people in front of him.

The owner of the wheat field pointed out a direction to the outsider in front of him: "Go straight in that direction, and you can smell a bit of swamp fluid when you get close. You can see the swamp."

... I believe that there must be some people there to get the biogas slurry for use at this point. After they see everything, they must know what is going on in the end.

"That's right, thank you very much." The assistant who didn't understand what the swamp fluid was, but felt that it was a special product of Corunna after hearing what the other party said, his eyes lit up, and he immediately thanked the other party sincerely.

Anyone who appears outside the city can take it. In other words, it doesn't cost much.

As soon as they shipped things to other towns, they could sell them for a good price and make a lot of money.

The deputy can almost imagine his bright future.

He grabbed Caesar's wrist and walked back. He was so excited that he could barely react to the strength of the opponent's struggle at this moment, and he only remembered being happy.It wasn't until the latter pulled back hard that he staggered, that he realized what had happened.

"What's the matter?" The deputy couldn't help turning his head to look at Caesar, because of the good news he received before, his temper has improved a lot, and his tolerance for this dawdling and fastidious young master has also increased many.

"That's something brought by the God of Science, are you sure you want to get involved?" Seeing the cheerful deputy in front of him, Caesar couldn't help thinking of himself who was excited to bring scientific lights to the whole empire.

It's just that the original self ended up with a tragic ending, and the result of trying to get involved now is probably not going to be much better.

The deputy looked disapproving: "What's the matter? The dispute between the God of Light and the God of Science has nothing to do with the God of Earth they believe in."

Unlike those nobles who were born to be reborn, the deputy's family background is not that good.Being able to stand in this position today is all the result of his blood and sweat.

This kind of experience also made him have a different personality from the nobles. Unlike those nobles who believe in supremacy and do not understand the sufferings of the people, even the belief in God, which should be sincere and pure, has a few more in him. Very sleek.

The Holy See of Light does regard Scientology as an enemy, which is true, but this does not prevent him from making profits on the premise of ensuring that he does not use scientific products.

You must know that the God of the Earth, who is mostly believed by farmers, is a neutral god, and there is no hatred between him and science.That god treats those monsters equally, and he probably wouldn't mind his disciples stepping into the field of science a little bit.

Not to mention, for many people at the bottom of society who find it extremely difficult to even live, have no time and no right to be romantic, compared with survival, belief at a critical moment is not an important thing.

...Even if the god of the earth breaks face with the god of science one day, he will lose more followers than gain in the end.After all, compared with the bog slurry from the Scientology, the slightly stingy gift of the God of the Earth seems a bit insignificant.

I believe that when that time comes, those who can even directly rule out the God of Light who guards the empire and regard faith as an alternative transaction can make their own choices.

"They will like the swamp fluid, and the god of the earth will definitely not have a gap with the god of science." Even if the future is really torn apart, faith must be able to compromise with life at that time, just like in the past. The lamp and the god of light made the final choice, but now their positions have changed.

Thinking of this, a subtle pleasure that seemed to threaten the gods suddenly emerged from the bottom of his heart.

But in the blink of an eye, this bit of pleasure quickly disappeared.

Think about those who died of hunger or war, perhaps in the eyes of the gods, all human life is not worth mentioning and has no value in their eyes.The deputy couldn't help thinking this in his heart, and suddenly felt a little irritable for some reason.

To be honest, Caesar didn't want to understand the key.

Hearing the deputy's seemingly endless words, he couldn't even figure out which words seemed inexplicable.But he could vaguely sense from the other party's tone that there was actually nothing wrong with what the other party said.

Recalling the lonely backs of those Scientologists when they left Nadkilon, recalling those figures standing in the flames in front of the Holy See of Light, strength seemed to grow out of thin air in his heart.

——This time, he seems to be able to really help those people.

For the town with sad memories, Caesar seemed to have less resistance and fear at this time.

He let out a breath, and the person who had stayed in place for a long time finally started to move forward, and continued to move forward.

……

Caesar and his deputy quickly returned on the same route and gathered with the rest of the caravan.

After talking about the biogas slurry to others, the other people in the caravan immediately expressed their desire to find the source of the biogas slurry and do something about it.

Seeing them excitedly heading towards the direction pointed by the local wheat field owner, Caesar couldn't help laughing at himself.

——It seems that he is the most indecisive among all people.

He couldn't help but think about it when he saw the joyful expressions on the faces of other people, but for some reason, he suddenly had some bad premonitions——

Biogas slurry can be used at will, and the effect of using it in farmland is so amazing, so why did no one think of doing this business in the city of Corunna before?

There was also the casual attitude of that person just now when he spoke as if he didn't take the bog slurry as particularly important... You know, a treasure like this without a framed owner, in other words, can probably be regarded as something that belongs to everyone.In this case, when there are more and more users, the individual's share will become smaller and smaller.

But at that time, the other party's reaction seemed to have no scruples on this point, and there was no intention to cover up.

——Could it be said that it is endless, or that under the enlightenment of the God of Science, all people begin to become desireless?

Caesar couldn't figure out the reason, but seeing that they were not far away from finding the reason, he couldn't figure out why, so he simply gave up this behavior of torturing himself.

After walking for a long time in the direction pointed by the other party, the people in the caravan finally made a discovery.

In the air, the tips of their noses finally smelled the stench that the other party said.

"It smells like excrement to me. We can't find the wrong place. We can find it directly in the cesspit outside Corunna City." In the caravan, there were guards with a keener sense of smell. The stench in the air made him unable to hold back his words.

"This should be the smell of the legendary swamp slurry," the deputy couldn't help but frowned. He probably didn't expect the smell of the swamp slurry to be so smelly. After all, the smell he smelled from the cornfield owner was terrible. Not so strong, "You see there are so many locals from Corunna here, we must have found the right place."

Not far from the caravan, they could see many Corunna townspeople carrying wooden barrels, and this obviously gave the caravan deputy enough confidence.

"What if they are here to dispose of excrement." Caesar heard someone in the caravan say that it smelled like shit, which was fine, but when he heard others say it, he began to think it resembled it.

The deputy looked at it, and it was obviously not like the normal flow of people beside the cesspit: "How is it possible, there are so many people here, and the bucket looks like it is still empty, this can't be a cesspit."

"Come on, let's follow now, don't go to the wrong place later."

After he finished speaking, he stepped forward and followed the locals of Corunna, trying to find the swamp fluid.

Soon, the caravan following the locals found a cesspit where manure had fermented naturally for a long time.

For things like cesspit, even if it varies from region to region, no matter how you dig this thing, it is probably the same, and there are not many new tricks to play.

A guard looked at the cesspit in front of him, frowned and said, "Ah, why do I feel like this is a cesspit?"

Except for those nobles who are served, ordinary people probably need to dispose of their excrement by themselves.For this kind of thing, almost everyone can find some familiarity in it.

"No, no, no, who would go down the cesspit to fish for things? This should be the place where the biogas slurry is stored in the wild." The deputy obviously had preconceptions about the magical effect of the biogas slurry, and now he has a filter for the cesspit in front of him, "Outside the city Is it a hole dug, that’s what it looks like if it’s stuffed to death.”

Although it smells a bit similar, maybe this is the bad taste from the gods.

He thought so of course, but the native of Corunna, who heard his words next to him, couldn't hold back and told the truth directly: "What's wrong with fishing in the cesspit? Coincidentally, not only does it look like a cesspit, it also looks like a cesspit. It's straight up a cesspit."

The deputy looked astonished: "This is impossible, isn't it the swamp fluid that was promised?" How could this be excrement.

Townsman of Corunna: "That's right, the promised swamp fluid is indeed no problem. But according to what the Scientologist said, the swamp slurry is the dung that has been left in the wild for a long time."

Most of the people could not help but ask this soul question after they knew what the swamp slurry was, and the deputy was no exception: "No, this kind of thing can still be used to irrigate the ground?"

The townspeople of Corunna seemed to get a little bit of fun from the shock on the other party's face, and there was a little smile in their tone of voice: "Of course, if you don't believe me, you can just turn your head and look back. How nice it is."

The guard reacted, swallowed, and asked: "...In that case, do we still have to export the biogas slurry from Corunna to other towns?"

The deputy, who had to accept the facts, swears: "This thing is a fart."

... No wonder the other party looked so casual and calm when talking about the bog slurry, as if he didn't worry about things being cleaned up by other outsiders. That's right, what's so rare about a cesspit, even if it's gone Gather the strength of the whole city to make up for it.Fortunately, he thought it was the silver coin he stuffed into the opponent, and he directly pried the opponent's mouth open.